Pantheo High: Enrollment

A Very Welcoming Address

If there was one word for the covered court, it would be this: grand. Bright shining lights from the dome filled the court, lighting it clear for everyone to see. In the middle of the court was a wooden podium with a wireless mic attached through a stand at the left of it. On the left and right were ten rows of bleachers stretched from one corner of the court to the other, and on the other side of the court were a pair of iron doors with cage-like peepholes. Just seven inches in front of her was a sleek, shiny basketball court, with white metal posts that held up the orange basketball rings on both sides. The walls were light brown, with banners hung around loosely, as if they just hung them around. As Psyche took a step closer, students busted from the doors behind her and started swarming to their seats, as if they were about to miss the premiere of a blockbuster. As they crowd the bleachers, Psyche walked towards the left courtside seat nearest to the exit and sat down to wait for the orientation.

The crowd was a mumbling mess: new students looking around in awe and confusion, old students high fiving each other and hanging around the corners of the bleachers with an excited smile on their faces. As Psyche's eyes wandered, she noticed a set of banners on the walls; green satin cloths in the shape of an upside-down pentagon. In the middle was the black insignia of a stag head, with its large grand antlers and pristine coat of fur. Its eyes were colored green and below the symbol were the names of the athletes, their respective sport, their placing, and the commemorated date. Psyche read a bunch of them, as the orientation took hours:

Hermes, Track and Field, 2nd Place, September 13, 1940;

Athena, Pankration, 2nd Place, January 18, 1962;

Hachiman, Archery, 3rd Place, May 2, 1986.

Before Psyche could bore herself to death by reading every single banner, most of the lights go off, leaving only the court to be illuminated. Then, a group of girls wearing green and black cheerleading uniforms came out from the other side of the court from the cue of a whistle, marching through and doing their chant as they jogged into position, green pom-poms in hand. After arriving in front of the students, they do their routine of flipping and flying high into the air. And by flying, it's actual flying: floating in the air like a bunch of fairies. Their movements were so coordinated, so precise, it was hard not to think of them as one unit. After the routine, a thin, tall blonde who seems to be the head cheerleader walked towards the podium and giggled as she grabbed the mic.

Lead Cheerleader: Hey there, newbies!

She said in a very cheery tone, with the accent of a Valley girl.

Head Cheerleader: My name's Freya, captain of the cheer squad and your current student body president! It's my honor to welcome you all into your first year as students of Pantheo High!

Applause and cheering roared from the old students and the new who just have a thing for blondes. A random guy from the back stood up.

Random Guy: I love you, Freya!

Freya blushed and giggled a bit.

Freya: Oh, stop!~

She then composes herself, takes a deep breath, and rests her right fist on her right hip as she held up the mic.

This year, we will be kicking off the first day of school with a message from none other than our dear principal, Mr. Hades!

Just right on cue, a spotlight shines on the right door as a tall, suited man with long white hair, a ghostly pale complexion and a thin smile walked in casually to the podium, with the cheerleader handing him the mic.

Hades: Good morning students! Welcome to another year in Pantheo High. Before we get started, I'd like you all to look at the person next to you.

He spoke in a very low voice with a tinge of British in his accent. The moment he said those words, everyone looked at each other in confusion. Hades maintained his smile.