Daniel "Danny Marvelous" Maravilla's Story

Built majestically upon the top of a mountain range, surrounded by evergreen pine forests and valleys is an old castle, beautiful and elegant; particularly at sunrise when the warm rays first hit the spiral of each tower. Quiet for a short while the hidden landmark is once again open as a boarding school.

On this particular day the sun is shining bright and warm and the sky is clear; but the shadows are cold and there is a slight chill to air. Students of all shapes and sizes have approached the school, wearing their fresh uniforms, trailing baggage behind them fit for a long term at school. For some; more baggage is being sent in preparation for the entire year.

Unknown to the students, there is a slight change to this school year. A species that hasn't yet set foot in the school is mingling within the crowd, disguised by the general mob of uniforms and mayhem.

Warren High Boarding school has undertaken a project. One that will change the lives of all the students involved.



A warning bell rings out and it causes the students to file into two seperate assembly halls after a few straddles check in at reception.

In one hall, fresh-faced human children are seated. Nervous, eager and hopelessly naïve. Human teachers crowd behind them, listening just as eagerly as their students.

A woman, intimidating in both stature and beauty stands before them, icy eyes wondering over the sea of heads. Amanda Vogue, head mistress of Warren High, a mysterious figure built upon fear and rumours. Terrifying visually, from her masculine suit to her snarling, bow shaped lips. She wore the word terrifying like a shade of lipstick.

She never usually gave a speech this early, but things were different this year.

"Good afternoon and welcome, my name is Amanda Vogue, but you will all address me as Head Mistress." She began, giving a few figity students a longer stare than others. "At the start of the school year it is tradition for students to settle into their shared rooms on arrival and meet their fellow students before starting lessons the following day, however, I want to let you know a few important things first. Number one, there are no dropouts, runaways, rule breakers or clowns at this boarding school- you're here to learn and here you will stay. Number two, this school is special, it has traditions, secrets, I expect students of this school to be respectful of these things. Last of all, this is a respected facility and it is a privilege to be here, I assure you all that this will be an experience you will never forget..."

After addressing the human students Amanda Vogue made her way through a short corridor until she came to a second large hall. She hesitated outside the doors leading in before letting out an aspirated sigh and pushing open the doors. It unleashed a chaos of noise. Students of all kinds littered the hall, loud and obnoxious, snarling and laughing. She took her place at the front of the hall and after realising that no one had noticed her enter, let out a horrifying shriek. The hall quickly fell silent. The older students who'd been at the school for a while sat round respectably, the new students jumped in their seats. Startled.

She stared at them all, letting her glamour slip slightly to reveal some skeletal before giving a slightly different speech.

"Im sure you've all heard the rumours circulating about the 'human project' the school has taken on. Therefore I will address this first. It is true, that approximately half of the new students joining this year are human. This is an opportunity to prove to the council that this school raises students of the highest calibre no matter the species. It is a project we take very seriously, any student who is seen to jeopardise this great opportunity will be punished and expelled. I expect you all to make the new students feel welcome.
Now I am Amanda Vogue, Head Mistress of Warren High Boarding school..."

She continued to list similar introductions to the monster students as she did with the human students, Aware that her words were falling on a few deaf ears. The up coming year was to be a difficult one. She was a wolf, running a school for cat and mice.

If the Head Mistress would allow it, Daniel would lick the ground Amanda Vogue walked on. The moment she entered the room was when Daniel had tried back on his glamour for size. He couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror with a smirk. He thought highly of himself as a unicorn, but as a humanoid being? He could get away with so much, and he knew it.

He had been here a few years before and if things went well, he'd be here one last time. At least, that is unless he could find a way in to the system to teach. Naturally, his bags and things were light save for a large trunk that held newly acquired clothing for his glamour'd size. Uniforms, mostly, and the occasional casual pieces. Very punctual, he'd already been there and done that with the checking in and setting up.

As a senior of high standards and recommendations from his past professors, Daniel stood near the front of the large hall. His eyes wandered not on those faces he knew, but on the younger ones that he did not. The younger, or just 'newer' monsters would find themselves in awe of it all, but this year not only would be their first, but a first for everyone. Even Daniel found himself giddy over the idea of something fresh. This new project would be just that.

Tilting his head from side to side to crack his neck, Daniel shook his head in agreement with the head mistress' announcement, eyes peeled for the moment the humans would enter. Would they be friendly? Would they suspect? He himself didn't have much to worry. Unless they still believed in monsters and unicorns, all they would see of him is a white horse. Daniel was often referenced by the younger years as a 'Ponyboy'. Unbeknownst to Daniel, it was a reference to some book he hadn't read and meant as a term of endearment to stay true.

These humans would test that, indeed.

As they entered, Daniel flashed his pearly whites with a genuine smile, waving a hand as they joined the others. "Welcome, welcome." And the votes he may be receiving added up in his mind. Student body president, here I come.

This is sick. This is dope. This is...

incongruous.

Incongruous- absurd, out of place.


inconsistent.


inconsistent- contradictory, irregular.

No word could describe properly what Tyga was feeling right now. He wanted to quote Drake, Honey Cocaine, or Snoop Dogg. He wanted to go back to the horrible black hole of a neighborhood he lived in. He wanted to shove this in there faces, screaming how he made it. How he was going to MAKE it. No adjective could describe the tingle in his belly as he took in the magnificent walls, the high ceilings. No adjective could explain the erratic jump in his heart as he took in the rich dark floors.

He, Tyga, a boy from the hood, was going to Warren. THE Warren High. When he had found his acceptance letter in his mail box. Tyga had cried. He had cried on the rickety structure called his front porch. Neighbors called him a sissy, his mother ignored him, and his sister pushed past him. Tyga didn't care. He was finally getting out! When his councilor had suggested Warren ,Tyga had jumped at the chance to go. The school was highly selective and only the best went there. To receive such an honor had sent the usually tough as nails Tyga into a crying fit. The tears were fat and warm, with them came shots of joy. No words, just noises of happiness, loud and cheerful barks that escaped his throat. Tyga had not only cried he had jumped around like a mad man, waving his acceptance letter in the air. He jumped up and down on his front porch, he did the cat daddy, the two step, and the moon walk.

Once done with his short loss of sanity, Tyga had straightened himself out and had went back inside. He packed everything he owned into two duffels, and stayed pack the whole summer.

When move out day came he grabbed his two duffels, a lot heavier now with more stuff inside, loaded them into the taxi. He said goodbye to the relatives that were around, his grandma, and cousin Boo. He promised to write his grandma and jokingly cursed his cousin out. When finished with goodbyes he got in the Taxi. The Taxi took him to a bus, the bus took him to a plane, and the deplane took him to a special bus to Warren. The journey had been long, tiring, and even nerve wracking. Tyga on his last bit of energy was able to taken in the beauty of Warren. After the opening speech he checked in, got his room key with his schedule and list of dorm-mates. He listened to the head mistress speak with droopy eyes but alert mind. His uniform was slightly wrinkled. Tyga had substituted the pants for tighter jeans in that color and the foot wear to a black pair of Jordan's, a sox baseball hat sat low on his tight curls. He wore a hoodie in the school colors over his school shirt. He knew he looked unpresentable but the long trip had left no room to change, and he was to tired to care.

Tyga was just ready to sleep after the opening speech. He knew he should stay up and meet his peers but he was just to tired. So when they were led to another place filled with more students he nearly wanted to scream in frustration. Tyga pinched his wrist right on the irritated skin of his new tattoo. The pain jerked him awake, he gently rubbed the red and slightly raised skin. He ignored looking at the 'XV Will' that decorated his wrist. He knew from experience that the cursive letters would be an angry red on his dark skin. Instead Tyga looked at the student body around him.

He notice...something...something he couldn't think of at the moment. The air in this room was heavy with something. The students here looked different...more graceful, pretty, almost predator like.

Tyga eyed one girl with a body to die for. She was too pretty. That Photoshop pretty. That air brush plastic surgery pretty.

Tyga pushed these thoughts aside. He needed sleep. He could ponder if the school gave their students plastic surgery later. He located a blond guy who reminded him of ponyboy. and gave a polite greeting and then asking about where the dorms where located. After getting directions Tyga fond his room and fell onto the nearest bed he came across. His duffel hit him in the shoulder and back, his shoes were still on and he had an alarm set for 5:30 on his phone. Tyga didn't care he just wanted sleep.