A/N: Okay well here's the first chapter of The Academy. This is my first Secret Saturdays fic so we'll see how it goes.
? POV
The Academy, a unique school environment for the young and aspiring children of Secret Scientists or children wishing to become Secret Scientists. The school was built a little over five decades ago. Its classes are the same as any other school but with added in classes of cryptid classification, combat training, and weapons classes. Each teacher has been at one time or another, a Secret Scientist, and they're each designated to their area of specialty. Each student is brought in for private lessons, but group lessons are more common. There are 127 students total and 14 teachers, not including the headmaster and his secretary. The school is hidden away in a large forested area of Great Britain. Why Britain? Well if I knew I would tell you, but I'm just the new kid here. My name is Callie McClare, my mother is the author of several cryptid encyclopedias and probably the coolest woman to walk the earth. She was homeschooling me, but life got hectic. Dad left, Lyrah (my older sister) is being rebellious as usual, and well mom is to busy writing her next book. So here I am, thrown in with the other students, and even though I'm new here it wasn't hard to memorize the fastest ways to class. Speaking of which, I'm gonna be late.
No one's POV
The young girl ran down the hallway, looking back down at the piece of paper in her hand. "Room 6-B. Cryptid Classifications with Dr. Whitley." She sighed, and looked at the door closest to her. It read 4-A across the top. She continued down the hallway until she found the one that had 6-B. Just as she put her hand on the door, it opened, revealing the stern face of a woman obviously into her mid-forties. She wore a simple black suit, red hair pulled into a tight bun, streaks of gray visible, emerald eyes piercing. "You must be the new student I was told about. Welcome to Cryptid Classification." The woman spoke in a sharp, quick manner. "I am Dr. Whitley, please introduce your self to the class and then have a seat. Quickly, if you please." The girl was of a petite build, with earthy red-brown hair, honey amber eyes, and her skin was fairly pale. She wore a tank-top with the design of the union jack on it, black jeans that were torn up at the knees, and faced red converse. She let out a small sigh before speaking, "My name Callie, I'm from London, and I..." she stopped speaking, the fear of being around so many new people finally setting in. She blushed darkly and managed to make her way to an open seat. Daring to look up, which she regretted instantly, because now everyone was looking at her.
Dr. Whitley stepped forward at this point in time and cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the class once more. The girl groaned softly, leaning into her hand. It was a while into the class before she saw a piece of paper slide in front of her. She looked to her left and saw another girl, then pointed to herself. The girl nodded, and at this Callie looked down and opened the note. It said I understand being new. Wait for me after class and I can help you out. She looked up at the other girl and smiled softly in thanks.
Sooner than later, class was over. Callie decided it was best to wait outside the door and as the students cleared out into the hallway, the other girl was waiting on the other side of the door. The girl wore a black wrap over her head and around her neck, a violet blouse and dark blue jeans with purple flats. She smiled, "I'm Wadi, don't worry about everyone staring earlier. It happens to all of us at least once, sometimes more often than not if your Zak." Callie smiled back and replied, "Well it's nice to meet you, this is my schedule but I've got no idea where the class rooms are." Wadi looked over the schedule quickly before grabbing the other girls hand. "Come on, we have the next two classes together. And lunch too, but there's one other class before that. Lucky for you, my friend Zak has that class the same period." the two girls made their way to the next classroom, making small talk and getting to know each other. When they reached their next class Wadi looked over and said softly, "Mr. Clent is odd but he's nice, since you're new this should be fun." The two girls giggled as they opened the door and stepped in.
The man standing at the front of the room was at least 6'5". Shaggy brown hair and dark blue eyes, gave him a charming look, but behind his eyes was an intelligence they could only hope to ever have. "Ah, young Ms. McClare, such a pleasure to finally meet you. I met your mother once. Charming woman, even more so when she finally looked up from her writing." He chuckled and gestured to the couches in the room, "Please make yourself comfortable, this is Language and it's hard to learn something so intricate when your uncomfortable." Callie smiled and sat down on the couch next to a young man wearing a blue and gold Pacers shirt with matching pants, Pacers cap and blue and orange nikes. He had brown hair and green eyes. He smiled and held out his hand, "Name's Thomas Greene, you'll love this guy. Best teacher, next to Mrs. Dunnwurthy. She's the athletics and combat teacher." Callie smiled, "I'm Callie." At this Mr. Clent began to talk in length about the Sumerian language and how it was more commonly found when working in the cryptology field.
At the end of class, Wadi smiled, "So I see you've met Thomas, resident Pacers fan and holder of the obstacle course record." The boy blushed slightly when Wadi said that. "It's nothing big really, just in shape is all." Wadi just smiled and gestured for them to follow her. Their next class, Mathematics, was rather dull as was their teacher, Professor Aldian, who was a man into his early sixties, white hair with pale blue eyes and obviously no sense of fashion. The three were talking about the professors mismatched socks when two blurs passed by them, along with shouts of "No fair!" and "You always say that!" Wadi sighed slightly, "Well you were going to have to meet them sometime." The two figures began walking in their direction, one was a rather odd looking young man, with what appeared to be a seaweed mustache, but Callie may have been mistaken (and she was). The other had jet black hair with a shock of white in the front, tan skin and piercing gray eyes. Wadi gestured to them both, "This is Ulraj and this is Zak. I hope you two will be kind enough to escort my new friend here to her next class since you are all going to the same place?" Zak nodded his head and smirked, "What's the worst that could happen Wadi?" She shook her head and smiled at Callie, "If they misbehave themselves, just let me know at lunch." Callie laughed slightly and nodded in agreement. Soon the group split up Wadi and Thomas in one direction with Ulraj, Zak, and Callie in the other.
Ulraj cleared his throat before speaking, "So, Callie, what is it your parents do?" She sighed, "My mother is a writer. She's written several famous cryptid encyclopedias. As for my father, last time I checked he wasn't interested in being a Secret Scientist anymore." Ulraj nodded, "You do not seem to speak fondly of him." Zak nodded in agreement and then spoke up, "Anyways, we're off to combat training. Mrs. Dunnwurthy can be hard but don't take it to personally. It's just her personality." Callie chuckled, "I think I can hold my own, I'm not some over emotional and dainty porcelain doll." Zak smirked slightly, "We'll see, I've yet to meet anyone who can put up with her."
A/N: Oh a cliffhanger? Indeed, we'll find out what happens in combat training tomorrow but for now we've got the important characters introduced. Reviews are loved and I like to hear any critiques you may have. Flames are unwanted and unnecessary. Please be respectful.
