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Amaryllis
The air was hot around her, and the smell of summer still hasn't faded. She yearned for the sweet taste of watermelon and the refreshing coolness of the beach. She doesn't get that luxury anymore; she was outside of her high school with a sweat forming on her temple. They say the first day of school is the most nerve wracking. No one knows what to actually expect. Amie had seen the cutesy movies of girl meets boy and social outcast turns into a prep, but her freshman year taught her that these were all tropes to rope and audience in. She now knew better than to assume these tropes were realistic, but she always dreamed and wondered if it could actually held some value or truth. Her legs shook as she approached the front doors to the school. Students rushed passed her in animated conversation; she held her breath at the sight of the older students, and she avoided getting too close to her peers. The sound of their chatter pierced her nerves, and she felt like throwing up. The fear of the unknown always made her anxious, but she had to keep on marching until she made it to class.
She stepped inside, and the chatter grew louder. Principal Beaufort stood in the center of the entrance hall gathering the students. His voice was loud and cheerful. He was a chubby man with pink cheeks and a kind smile. He was the younger brother of one of the founders, and he always maintained a kind atmosphere to him. No one was sure what his quirk was, but they wouldn't be surprised if it had anything to do with his patience and love for his students. "Good morning everyone! Mornin'! Come over here, I have an announcement!" his voice, as much as he projected, didn't carry well over the gathering student body. Amie went over to the side of the room so she wouldn't be in the way. The population of the school was very small, so enough of the students could fit in the entrance hall fairly easily. It was better than gathering them in the auditorium; this way even the late students could hear whatever speech he was going to go on about.
The school itself was not the prettiest. Their colors were a spirited white and gold, and the founders made sure to decorate the entire school in it. Everything had yellow and glitter gold accents. The lockers, the floor, the walls, and even the water fountains. It was a fairly new school, so it didn't have too many damages. But students will be students, and some part of the school were already defaced. Some of the walls had writing on them from pencils and pens. Some tiles were broken from overuse and unexpected quirk activation. There was old gum under almost every desk, and windows hadn't been cleaned since the school was created. The only thing they really pay to have up-kept was the lawn, but that was only once a month.
Amie's eyes wandered as she looked at everyone in the hall already. Old students, new students. The freshman seemed to group together on one side of the principal, but most of the seniors had already left to class. Amie didn't mind listening to their principal's spiels, but she could understood why you wouldn't want to hear the same things four years in a row.
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Amaryllis
The air was hot around her, and the smell of summer still hasn't faded. She yearned for the sweet taste of watermelon and the refreshing coolness of the beach. She doesn't get that luxury anymore; she was outside of her high school with a sweat forming on her temple. They say the first day of school is the most nerve wracking. No one knows what to actually expect. Amie had seen the cutesy movies of girl meets boy and social outcast turns into a prep, but her freshman year taught her that these were all tropes to rope and audience in. She now knew better than to assume these tropes were realistic, but she always dreamed and wondered if it could actually held some value or truth. Her legs shook as she approached the front doors to the school. Students rushed passed her in animated conversation; she held her breath at the sight of the older students, and she avoided getting too close to her peers. The sound of their chatter pierced her nerves, and she felt like throwing up. The fear of the unknown always made her anxious, but she had to keep on marching until she made it to class.
She stepped inside, and the chatter grew louder. Principal Beaufort stood in the center of the entrance hall gathering the students. His voice was loud and cheerful. He was a chubby man with pink cheeks and a kind smile. He was the younger brother of one of the founders, and he always maintained a kind atmosphere to him. No one was sure what his quirk was, but they wouldn't be surprised if it had anything to do with his patience and love for his students. "Good morning everyone! Mornin'! Come over here, I have an announcement!" his voice, as much as he projected, didn't carry well over the gathering student body. Amie went over to the side of the room so she wouldn't be in the way. The population of the school was very small, so enough of the students could fit in the entrance hall fairly easily. It was better than gathering them in the auditorium; this way even the late students could hear whatever speech he was going to go on about.
The school itself was not the prettiest. Their colors were a spirited white and gold, and the founders made sure to decorate the entire school in it. Everything had yellow and glitter gold accents. The lockers, the floor, the walls, and even the water fountains. It was a fairly new school, so it didn't have too many damages. But students will be students, and some part of the school were already defaced. Some of the walls had writing on them from pencils and pens. Some tiles were broken from overuse and unexpected quirk activation. There was old gum under almost every desk, and windows hadn't been cleaned since the school was created. The only thing they really pay to have up-kept was the lawn, but that was only once a month.
Amie's eyes wandered as she looked at everyone in the hall already. Old students, new students. The freshman seemed to group together on one side of the principal, but most of the seniors had already left to class. Amie didn't mind listening to their principal's spiels, but she could understood why you wouldn't want to hear the same things four years in a row.
Computing Magus BB Hawken Nessi MegMath13 Funyarinpa Narcissus Malfoy Superfly47 PlusUltra