"A nice day to begin school on."

Headmaster Li stretched luxuriously. The morning was truly a beautiful one, and it wouldn't hurt anyone if he took the moment to enjoy it. He gazed up into the brilliant urban sky.

"Not a cloud in sight." Li thought to himself.

He strode leisurely to his beloved sedan. The blindingly white Cresta was kept in tip-top shape, rubbed down lovingly every evening by its doting owner. He launched himself into the driver's seat, humming as he did so. The engines rumbled quietly, and he began the first of many commutes to the new school. Buoyed by his pleasant mood, Li's thoughts drifted to how he had wound up in governance of the school. He had begged and pleaded with the Association of Teachers in this city for days, and finally they had relented. Li was to be made Headmaster of the brand new building, despite his young age. He had promised not to disappoint, and he had no intentions of doing so. His students would be the greatest in the entire county!

After only a few minutes of such thoughts, he turned the corner into the small parking lot of the school, situated on the ground level of the school. He carefully locked his car and entered the main portal into his new institution.


Viewed from inside, the building was much smaller than it looked. The cafeteria and commons were located on the ground floor. A spiral staircase and elevator in the  gave access to the six classrooms on the second floor, the four classrooms and teacher's lounge on the third, and the curiously small fourth floor, where storage and a few closets could be found.

A little surprised but not disappointed at all, Li sat down at his desk on the first floor and opened a large binder. From within he drew out a schedule and the roster of his students. He took his time to pore over the documents, as he had arrived early for this purpose.

Chuck woke up excited.  New day, new school, new people to impress.  She dressed carefully, trying on a few different combinations before settling on the outfit for the day.  Looking in the mirror, she smiled and tousled her dark curly hair.
"Here's lookin' at you, kid."  She blew a kiss at her reflection, then walked downstairs.
Her mother was nowhere in sight, most likely trying to grab a few more minutes of sleep.  The twins were already eating breakfast.  To be more specific, Ethan was eating Evan's breakfast, while Evan was wearing most of Ethan's.  She rolled her eyes.
"See you, underlings."  She waved to her brothers, grabbing an apple from the fridge and making her way out the door to her car. 

The school itself was a beautiful building.  Chuck felt rather important that she was going to be attending an institution like this one.  Her heels clicked pleasantly on the tile floor.  A few students had already begun to gather in various places around the commons.  She didn't recognize anyone yet, but that was all right.  Like they had back at her old school, these people would come to admire her as well.  They always did.  She smiled smugly to herself. 

She walked past the commons, wandering the still-empty halls.  Finally, she found what she was looking for: the Fine Arts wing.  And there it was, the first door on the left.  The choir room was magnificent.  A gleaming piano in the center of the room, with risers against the back wall.  No plaques or trophies laying around... yet.  Chuck knew she would help see to that being changed.  Humming to herself, she picked out a melody on the piano.  The beginning to her favorite musical.  She could almost hear the first scene.
Lot 666, then...  A chandelier in pieces.  Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained.  We are told that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.  Our workshops have repaired it, and wired parts of it with the new 'electric light'.  Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination...

((Woah...  long post is looooong...  Yes, I did that last bit from memory.  I'm such a nerd.  Hope you like my diva, and I will more than welcome constructive criticism.  She seems a bit sue-ish, to me, but I tried to make it so she's really obnoxious...  Be brutally honest, I'm basing it off a girl I went to school with, not me, so insulting my character won't do any damage at all!))

A brush glided through red hair. Ahh, fluffy again. "Kelly! You got to go now!" shouted Fern*, her less redheaded sister. The house was an epitome of estrogen wrapped up in estrogen. One mother and three older sisters lived there, not to mention Aunt Shamrock* and Sally were there that morning.
Kelly blew a kiss to Sally as she walked out of the door.

Kelly Green, better known as Crayola, walked on her way to the school. Her head turned to a blindingly white sedan. She quickly turned away and closed her eyes for a minute or so. No use, she lost some of her sight just by looking at it. There was one thing she knew to be true: Whoever owned that car was a douche.

Crayola learned how to deal with people back at her old school. In fact, she memorized a list.

First; Own the name Crayola so nobody can call her a color. Crayola thought her nickname was awesome by then.
Second; Walk in like you own the place. Radiate confidence, or other people see a target.
Third; If and when people ask why/if she doesn't/does have a boyfriend, show them a picture of Sally. Those situations were so common back at Grey Cliff Mountains**, it wasn't funny. It was like everybody was obsessed with male sex organs, not that Crayola wasn't perverted herself.
Fourth; Stay away from the plastics, but if one approached? There was no mention in the rules about that.

Crayola scratched at her collar. In the distance stood the doors to that new institution. She finally started to get her sight back, by the look of it. Outside, so normal, but.. Whoa. Inside? She felt like flying. Crayola slid to the library. "Oh, sweet literature, my eternal love!" she cried. She scanned the aisles to find a book printed in French. She wandered the library reading it.

(*A Crayola color.
**Mixture of two schools around here, named White Cliffs and Black Mountain. Thinking of a name fast.)

Edwin didn't even notice her; he was too lost in the book he was looking at. Not reading; looking at. In fact, he wasn't even looking at the book per se - his eyes were closed for some reason.

However, as she passed by him, he started muttering something.

"Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix'd,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'ldst shun a bear;
But if thy flight lay toward the... aging? Oh, it's been too long."

Edwin had just realized that no, he didn't know that scene by heart. He opened his eyes and glanced at the book.

"Raging. Yes, raging. How precise of the Bard, how harmonious, how..." Suddenly he froze. He turned around, and saw a girl. Suffice to say, he was surprised. But after that first scare, he looked at her a tad better.

Hmm, blue eyes and black hair. Unusual, but not displeasing. She wasn't ugly at all, no.

After Edwin noticed he was wearing a smile on his face, he immediately closed the book and placed it back on its shelf. After all, he knew that one almost by heart - why read it again? That done, he turned to Chuck.

"...yes?"

"What was that all about? Was my dashing, effeminate, epicene beauty too much for her to take? I don't blame her. I would be like that too, if I was her.", said Edwin to himself. Still, it was good to know someone else had the same literary tastes as he did. Edwin couldn't help wondering if she played a musical instrument too, was an actor like him, or liked poetry.

"Oh Edwin LeBlanc, yet again, you drift off."

He checked his watch (Rolex, insanely expensive, done exclusively for him and with ELB engraved on the side).

"Oh, it's time... for class. I'll just skip this one..." He mumbled, grabbed a random book from the Classics shelf, and sat somewhere reading it.

This was enough to annoy Edwin. In fact, he wasn't just annoyed, he was enraged.

He enjoyed looking like a girl, he was proud of his beauty, he didn't mind being mistaken for gay. But the way that was said... the tone! The chuckle! Edwin was being mocked... and nothing angered him more than being mocked.

Furious, all he could do was ignore the... thing... that had made the comment, and resume his reading. He bit his lower lip as he stared at one of the words, "vexed", too ticked off to actually read the rest of the page. Was even fate itself mocking him?

Lost in his own frustration, Edwin did not even notice the headmaster coming in, and that was quite an accomplishment - the man made more noise opening that door than Edwin ever did while he was practicing his violin skills. Then again, maybe not.

When he did glance at the man, he was very, very startled. Then, he was scared. But somehow he did manage to put his fake arrogant smile in his face mere milliseconds after almost having an heart attack - so quickly about anyone would think that gasp was but an illusion.

Now, that man wasn't beautiful at all. He was... weird, to say the least.

"Can I help you, Mister?" He asked the obviously enraged stranger before him and Crayola. "What must I interrupt my readings for?"

"What - students? Interrupting? I'm - I'm the Headmaster!" Li sputtered.

He looked from one face to the next, trying not to grow too angry at the lopsided smile the redheaded girl presented. She was smiling. The Headmaster could not retain his regal fury.

"YOU TWO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? THIS IS MY SCHOOL, YOU DEGENERATE CHILDREN! IN MY OFFICE! NOW!!"

(sorry. caps. it's just how he is.)