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Ingram stared blankly at the faculty member standing in front of the crowd of new students. They were giving a speech about the rules of Castle Academy, but honestly, Ingram was only giving them half of her attention. She was practically bored out of mind at this point in time, and she was sure that she could figure out all of the rules herself, or that her parents, who were standing behind her and hanging onto every last word that the faculty member said, could get her up to speed if she missed any rules.
Bored eyes now roaming around the room that they were all standing in, Ingram wondered about the place that she would be spending years of her life in. The outside had gotten the girl pretty excited, the academy had certainly lived up to its name, seeing as it definitely did appear to look like a castle. Who knew what creepy things resided inside of a castle, it was all so very exciting to think about! Although Ingram's heart beat faster in anticipation, her face remained a blank slate.
Once all of the rules had been mentioned, the new students were asked to come up and grab some papers from a table in the front. Grabbing her own, Ingram looked over the paper that had the rules on it, realizing that she had been dozing off for most of the speech. As she got to the part about the blizzard, a slight sparkle could be seen in her eyes. What a great setting! Stuck in a castle during a blizzard, what stories could unfold.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by her parents walking over to say goodbye. While her father simply ruffled her hair, words had never been his strong point either, her mother grabbed her into a giant bear hug that lasted for much longer than necessary in Ingram's opinion. As her mother clung to her, she continuously reassured her that this correctional school would be good for her, although it sounded more like she was trying to reassure herself more than Ingram.
Gently pulling her mother away from her, Ingram looked into her mother's teary eyes and quietly stated, "I'll be fine." Patting her mom on the shoulder, Ingram than turned around and walked away. This would have surely seemed like a harsh thing to do from an outsider's perspective, but Ingram realized that the longer she stayed around her parents the harder it would be on her mother. She didn't look back as she heard her father attempting to drag his wife away, her sniffles growing louder the father away from her only daughter she got. Ingram couldn't help the small sigh that escaped her lips, her mother was so dramatic, it wasn't like they'd never see each other again.
Walking towards the center of the room, Ingram looked around curiously. She wondered where she should explore first. As her eyes moved across the room, she noticed something that peaked her interest. Walking over to a group of chairs at were placed close to where everyone was gathered, Ingram stared blankly down at a boy curled up in one of the seats. Looking him over, she took note of his unnaturally pale skin. Her interest suddenly skyrocketing, Ingram flopped down in front of the chair that the boy was laying in, tucking her knees underneath her.
He certainly had the coloring of someone who had the life sucked out of them. Reaching out a hand, she tentatively poked the pale boy's cheek. He didn't feel especially cold, but you never know. Tilting her head, Ingram suddenly spoke up, "Excuse me... Are you dead?" She wasn't really sure if that was the right thing to say to somebody who might possibly be dead, but it was something.
Continuing to poke the poor kid's cheek, Ingram watched him closely, as if his spirit would fly out of his body at any second. Was it wrong that she sort of hoped that this kid was dead? 'Probably' She thought to herself with a quiet nod, that was something that she should most likely keep to herself.
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Michi couldn't help but sigh in exasperation as the person standing at the front of the room droned on and on about the academy's rules. He was beginning to wish that his old school had just expelled him and his father had just let him go to a new normal school. But no, Michi's father had to pretend like he was such a great and honorable man and send his child off to a correctional school for his wrong doings. It was all so ridiculous that all he could do was laugh, his father didn't have a good bone in his body. The only reason that he had even been sent here was to save his father's reputation, not to help Michi.
His mother and father hadn't even bothered to show up. His dad had said that he had some 'work' to take care of, and his mother just followed her husband around everywhere that he went, so if he wasn't coming she wasn't either. They had sent one of their chauffeurs to take him here. Looking over his shoulder, he noted that the driver was still present with the others, likely waiting for Michi to tell him that he could leave before exiting.
Turning back around, Michi rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of this whole situation. His attention was only pulled back to the faculty member in front when the mention of a blizzard came around. 'A blizzard? Great, things just keep getting better and better.' He thought sarcastically, crossing his arms in front of himself.
Once all of the rules had been explained, Michi went up to grab the necessary papers before heading towards the driver that his parents had sent. "You can leave now." Michi said, annoyance obvious in his voice. The man stared at him awkwardly before nodding and mumbling a quick goodbye, then he practically rushed for the door.
Looking around, Michi suddenly felt strangely alone. He usually tended to push people away, so it wasn't like he wasn't used to being alone. But being in an unfamiliar place with nobody that he knew around left him feeling anxious and small. Like he could be crushed at any second. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself down. He couldn't let anybody notice his anxiousness.
Walking off towards the side of the room, Michi choose to lean against the wall and wait to see what the other students did. He wasn't quite sure how everything operated around here, and he didn't want to screw up on the first day. He'd just follow everybody else once they ventured off. Michi was determined to not make a fool of himself.