It was the first day of school at the Edwin R.G. Uther Boarding Academy, or as the students and staff referred to it, Edwin's Home for the Extraordinarily Gifted. All the students and staff were gathered in the main courtyard, a small stage having been set up in front of the sleek, modern building that was the Academy.
On it were several figures, the department chiefs from the staff, the president and vice president of the student body, and the Headmaster himself, who was standing at a podium, flanked on either side by two large looking men wearing black suits with red ties. The good Doctor cleared his throat, producing an oddly disturbing noise over the microphone.
"My students. As you know, hopefully, my name is Doctor Edwin Ronald Gordan Uther, but you may call me Headmaster, or Doctor. Either one suits me fine. Now, on to business, as you know this school was founded in the wake of a great tragedy..." His words started to blur together as he gave his orientation speech, and when it appeared to have ended, the students all gave a polite amount of applause, nothing too over the top, but enough. "Now, I'd like to hand off the microphone to our Student Body President, Allen O'Cullen."
The older gentlemen shifted, sitting down in a folding chair next to his chief of security as the young person stepped up to the microphone. Most of the student body decided that the figure who stood before them was male, judging by the name. Whereas most of the second years smirked, knowing En to be a girl.
The teen flicked the fedora up, moving it so the brim didn't cover her storm-gray eyes.
"Yo. My name's Allen, but you lot can just call me En. And for those of you who think I'm a guy. Well, you go on thinking that." She said, smiling brightly as she spoke, "I'm a second year here, some call it a tenth-grader, others call me a sophomore. I well and truly don't give a shit."
The Doctor placed a hand over his forehead, and looked rather embarrassed as the young woman spoke.
"Now, I have places to be, and things to do, being the President and all. So, let's cut to the chase --" She drew up a small notebook, and adjusted her glasses. "Class 1A is..." She said, stating the names of all students and the homeroom teacher, she looked ridiculously bored.
"Class 4C, you sods are in luck. You've got me with you. We're handled by a Mr. Sylvester Dervania." She looked up, and spoke the names of all the students in 4C, "All right, we have one hour until homeroom, so try not to kill each other. The janitors aren't paid enough for that, 'aight?" She stated, flatly saying the name's of the students in her class.
"And, I hereby pronounce this orientation complete!" She said, slamming the notebook onto the podium loudly, before leaping off the stage and attempting to find her friends as the staff looked at her with loathing.
