A/N: This story is based on Ackley Bridge, a series that I became obsessed with. So... to satisfy my obsession with watching dramas about UK secondary schools (cause I totally relate to them) I decided to create a story centering around that! As a result this story will center around several POVs, with all sorts of plots, characters and teenage struggles.

I've put a lot of thought into this story and how everything will work. There should be no plot holes and I'm definitely going to have a lot of fun doing this. I'm hoping you guys will enjoy the read too. That being said, if you want any specific characters going through certain plots, do say. (I'll probably add it in).

Anyway, without further ado, here's the story's prologue,

D.L.D

"Students of Britannia Academy," Baltra Liones, the founder and head director of this project, addressed the crowd of adolescent faces before him. They were all quite blank and prose, eyes rolling and gum being chewed as they sat in the government-funded plastic chairs of the hall. Mixtures of blondes, purples and all sorts of hair colours in between were within the crowd, the owners all being as unique as they were diverse.

"I thank you all for coming today to help complete this school, this long held dream of mine," The kind director smiled slightly, continuing to talk as he scanned over the crowd. "I understand that this may be different for you all. After all, your previous schools were quite different being predominately of one race, am I correct?"

A few words of agreement were muttered from the audience, the students still being quite reluctant to take part in this 'project'. After all, it meant that they had to mix with the other... races. Not that anyone was particularly racist in this environment - oh no, not many of the students or teachers were. The problem was that a small amount of other people were - especially those in the 'supremacist races' as the others called it.

The supremacists were the Goddess and Demons, their haughty ways being those that the other races did not appreciate. They always went around, bickering with each other or stating that they were the greatest. That left the other races in the background, forgotten and just small numbers in the mass war of the Demons and Goddesses. As a result not many of the general mass liked the idea of all of the races coming into one school, especially with how toxic and tense it could get.

"Well, I want you all to forget about the teachings of those schools while you're here," Baltra continued, causing mass shock and outrage within the groups of teens.

Forgetting what was taught at their traditional and correctly informed schools was like telling them all to forget their cultures and identities. It was like... telling the students to become something else. To be something that they weren't and to forget their identity as their race. That act was taboo among all the races, whether Human or Goddess, or Giant or Demon, or even Fairy. They all knew that forgetting what they were taught was like breaking a law and so they expressed that.

"No way!"

"What sort of freak show is this?!"

"You can't expect us to forget our culture!"

"Yeah, plus who says we wanted to come here? Did you know the directors said who was going to be transferred?"

Baltra simply sighed at the uproar he had caused, knowing that they had all misunderstood. Each and every student in that room had not gotten what he was trying to say, nor that he was trying to help them all adjust. Instead they all caused a big fuss, groups beginning to stamp and shout while others went to leave the hall. Clearly the staff at Britannia Academy had a lot of work to do...

"Settle down students," The voice of one of the directors and sponsors, Mrs Deity, rang soft and silky over the room. It produced an instant hush, similar to a gentle breeze. "Mr Liones has not finished his speech and it is quite rude to interrupt."

"Yes, although it was worded incorrectly," Another director and sponsor, Mr King, joined the woman at her side. "Which I did advise to change slightly."

Baltra blinked at the sight, surprised that the two directors were actually agreeing on something for once. Among the staff at Britannia, it was common knowledge that Mrs Deity and Mr King were always competing. Whether it was to get the best results, or to show whose students were best, the two influencers were always neck and neck. So to see them here, somehow tolerating each other and working together in a way, Baltra was taken aback. Taken very aback.

"Thank you, Mr King," A sharp edge was to Mrs Deity's voice, her soft silver curls and features contrasting with it. The woman then cleared her throat, releasing a sigh. "I'm ashamed that any of my former students would dare to do something like this. Did you know that Mr Liones was saying such a thing to say that he wanted us to move forward? He wanted us to forget prejudices to get along- "

"Although he could've worded it better," Mr King butt in, his suit and business-like attire showing the professional he was. His interruption earned a glare from the fellow director. "But that is not the point. You should all be thinking about how this school will help with your futures. Especially my former students."

A silence settled in the crowd, the tension clearly set between the two directors/sponsors. Obviously behind the civil and patient masks both wore well, the pair were dying to do something. In fact it seemed that they were both getting ready to start an all out brawl, using words and students to defend their point. So it came as no surprise when Gloxinia, another director/sponsor, came to the mic and addressed the students.

"What they're trying to say (and failing greatly at) is that you should all try to get along," The fairy sighed as he cast amber eyes towards the pair. Long pinkish-red hair shifted as the youthful-looking fairy, turned back to the students. "It'd be a lot better for you and a lot easier for us if you do."

At the simplified message, both Mrs Deity and Mr King took their seats at the back of the stage once more. You didn't need a mind reader to know what Gloxinia was telling the two adults. In fact it was written in the way he looked at them both, his face easily hiding it as he gave Baltra a wide and hearty grin.

"The stage is yours, Chief," The fairy gave a mock salute, chuckling slightly as he went back to his seat.

Baltra gave a grateful nod toward the fairy, a small smile forming before he quickly turned to capture the students' attention once more. They were now all talking, still within their separate groups and chewing gum and such. It was only a few that had remained silent and had taken in the message, those few seeming to mostly belong to the Goddess and Fairy races. The two winged races tended to be the more polite of the bunch.

"Ok, I'm going to cut it short," Baltra gave a defeated sigh, his voice carrying to the back of the hall. Sometimes, trying to reason with teenagers was like talking to a wall. "Just try not to start another Holy War, kids. Prove to disbelievers that a school like Britannia will work. Prove to them that you all can't be given up on!"

Only a few cheers came at that inspirational talk, most of them dying down as they were sarcastic. Extremely sarcastic. Clearly, it would take a lot more than a small pep talk to push the ideas of community and togetherness within Britannia Academy's walls. If anything, a miracle would be needed to avoid the school from becoming an all-out war zone, the highly agitated students deciding to rip the place apart.

"You can all go now," Baltra then walked offstage, knowing that this year would be a lot of work. A bunch of work.

Why did he ever choose to open this school?