The next morning, Sora pulled the car into a student parking lot in front of Radiant Garden Academy. All the cars in the parking lot were nice ones, expensive by the looks of some of them. There were also all sorts of teenagers roaming around, trying to get to class.
"October, middle of the semester," Xion said. "Great, just great." Sora laughed and stepped out of the car. Roxas and Xion followed.
"You're a Junior," Sora explained as they walked, he waved at a random person who waved back. "So Roxas and I won't be in your classes, unless you're super smart or something. The Junior teachers are nice, not as bad as the Senior ones."
"They just don't like you because they've had you twice," Roxas put in. Xion laughed and fiddled with her tie.
Apparently, the place was so that nice that there was a uniform. For girls, it was a short sleeve (or long-sleeve) white button-up, blue and white plaid tie, and blue and white plaid skirt. For guys, they had to wear a short- or long-sleeve button up shirt, plain blue tie, and navy slacks.
The trio of siblings walked into the school. Every now and then someone would come up and say hello Roxas or Sora. Xion tried to hide behind her two older brothers and not be noticed.
"This is the Office," Sora gestured towards a door marked 'Office'. "You go in here and get your schedule. They'll have someone here who has your identical schedule so they can make sure you get to all your classes."
"Right," Xion said. Roxas laughed and scuffed up her hair, she squeaked.
"You'll be alright, Xion. Don't worry. Maybe we'll have the same lunch?" Xion waved goodbye to her brothers and opened the door to the office.
It was a decent sized room with a desk blocking off an entire section of the wall. Part of the desk flipped up for a doorway to get through. Xion clutched the strap of her dinosaur bag and walked up to the lady sitting at the desk.
"Excuse me," she spoke quietly. The lady looked up at her. "I'm Xion Strife, the new student?" The lady nodded.
"Ah yes. They told me you were coming. Wait a minute while I print out your schedule and call someone to help you get around," Xion nodded and the lady went to typing and dialing at the same time. She was an excellent multitasker.
Three minutes later, a rather pretty brunette girl was in the room. She was wearing an orange flowered shirt and khaki pants while her hair was in pigtail braids.
"You're Xion?" she asked. Xion nodded and the girl smiled. "I'm Olette Kamura, your guide around this place. We have all the same classes and the same lunch, so just follow me and you won't get lost." Xion nodded and turned back to the lady when she coughed.
"This has your schedule and your locker number," the lady explained handing her a piece of paper. "Since it's still early, you can go to some of your classes and get the textbooks so you won't be disrupting class later in the day. You have Vale lockers, that's at the back of the school where most of your classes are so don't worry. Your father also said that you wanted to be in theatre?" Xion nodded. She was always avid back in Traverse Town about theatre. "You'll have to talk to Mr Raulaim. He's the sponsor." Xion nodded, took the paper and followed Olette out of the room.
"My brain is swirling," Xion remarked. Olette laughed at her.
"Come on, I'll show you to our lockers. Like Ms Trepe said, we have Vale lockers. Most of our classes are nearby, so I never bring all my books to all my classes. It's just easier. Do you have a lock?" Xion nodded. "Good, we also have lockers with the school's gang - Organization XIII - and, while they haven't stolen anything yet you can never be too sure." Xion smirked.
Roxas was apart of that gang. He said the only bad things they ever do are loiter and skateboard in the student parking lots. It's funny how everyone see the gang as a bunch of hooligans.
"Ms Trepe also mentioned something about you being interested in theatre?" Xion nodded vividly. "I'm in it too, as are my friends. If you need anybody, just talk to one of us. I'll introduce you at lunch."
"Are you working on a show yet?" Xion questioned. Olette shook her head.
"No, but Mr Raulaim, he prefers it if we call him Marluxia, has already decided on Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Auditions are next Friday," Xion nodded and smiled.
"I love that play," she said. Olette looked at her. "I saw it on Broadway, amazing." Olette's jaw dropped.
"-So I assume you're trying out?" Xion shrugged.
"I don't want to mess anything up. You guys have been here for years already, have tons of experience on this stage and I hate messing things like that up. But if I did, I'd probably go out for Johanna."
"I'm trying for Lucy," Olette admitted. "I tried, but I can't get my voice as high as Mrs. Lovette or Johanna."
Xion smiled. "Could you come with me to talk to Mr. Raulaim? Even if I don't try out, I want to be a part of it. My mom always told me to stick to things that I love, and I love theatre." Olette nodded.
"Of course I will! But beware, Mr. Raulaim has this strange ability to see talent in almost anybody. He might make you try out." Xion shrugged.
"If he wants me to I will, otherwise I won't mess up your system," the bell rang and Olette grinned.
"Come on, I'll show you to our lockers quickly. And then we can head to first period," Xion nodded and followed the pigtailed girl down the quickly filling hallways.