Pantheo High: Enrollment

First Impressions

 As she took a left, three guys pass by, struggling as their hands were cuffed and escorted by three, nine-foot giants: They all wore the same leather shoes, black trousers, and rolled up dirty white dress shirts. One had wrinkly white skin and a full, long, scraggly looking beard that made him look like a mountain man Santa Claus with his light blue eyes and slightly defined eyebrows. Another had a tinted black orb for a helmet that looks a glass ball attached to the head through a snug-fitting gold collar that reached right up to the shoulders and the chest like those big necklaces that Egyptian Pharaohs wore, making him look like a knock-off Mysterio. He also had white skin, with red boils around him that protruded from his clothes and some sort of ax slung on his shoulder. The last one had a grey bowler hat with a red satin cloth around the top, stone grey skin, and a pair of shades, well, a shade, since it covers only one eye. The guys they were escorting looked normal enough, even if they walked as if they were being sent to the precinct with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

Psyche just stood there in confusion as she saw them struggle. One had black, sleek hair that was brushed back and shined like a polished boot, that reached up to his ears and down to his shoulders into a little curve. He looked like a businessman, or a hitman, with his pointed, shiny black leather shoes, his three buttoned black blazer, reddish-pink long sleeves with black oval cufflinks, and a plain black necktie. His eyes were a hypnotic shade of lavender, the type you can either look at in curiosity, or in nervousness, with a fair complexion. His expression was one of an annoyance than actual protest, shimmying his cuffs to get more comfortable as he walked like a true gentleman, with his posture straight, but relaxed. 

The other guy had wild, curly ginger hair that parted to the side, along with really pale skin. His face was splashed with freckles that matched his emerald green eyes that showed anger and protest as he struggled in his cuffs. He was wearing grey winter boots, brown pants, a black shirt that was covered by a green sweater jacket that had some kind of fur pelt draped on his shoulders, with a circular gold buckle on his right shoulder. He struggled and chuckled a bit, trying to break free from his cuffs as he slumped with his head low.

The last one had the same fair complexion, but with left parted blonde hair and sky blue eyes. He wore a black leather biker jacket that had a pair of animal skulls as shoulder pads, worn-out jeans, and biker boots. His leather jacket was zipped into a V-neck lining, showing part of his skinny bare chest and a tattoo: a set of black curls and grooves that were partially shown from the center. He struggled violently and often stomped against the giants as if he was a wolf. The three of them walked along the hallway and stopped by the vice principal's office.

Ginger Head: Look, you must have me mistaken for someone else. I was just there, okay? I don't know these guys!

The biker guy scoffed with sarcasm.

Biker: Just two minutes in, and you're willing to throw US under the bus?!

Suit and tie smiled at them as if he's expecting a surprise party.

Suit and tie: Cool it, Bragi. It was just a job gone wrong.

Bragi: Yeah, a job that we ALL had to do because of the stuff WE pulled back then! Including you, Loki!

Loki: Hey, I was not a part of any of this! THEY kidnapped ME!

Suit and tie: And by kidnapped, you mean we broke you out of detention to deal with the Principal's problem, then yes, we did kidnap you. You're welcome, by the way.

Loki: Oh shut up, Rose! It was your idea!

Rose: Sure. Like THIS, was my fault. I'm not the one who suggested that we-

The vice principal's door swung open, and a low growl could be heard from inside as if Ms. Albedo was eaten and replaced by a hungry lion. The giants surrounded Rose, Bragi, and Loki, and pushed them inside, locking the doors and pressing on them with their shoulders to make sure they don't come out. From the other side of the door, was loud banging and the shouting of Bragi and Loki. By that time, Psyche turned around and walked away from the scene.

 As she reached the main lobby, she was able to see the real inside of the school. The floors were squeaky clean, white marble with decorative black cracks on them, with walls made of smooth beige stone, illuminated by yellow lanterns attached to the walls. In the middle was a big white leather donut of a couch and on either side were these offices that had signs on them that said: Directory on the left office and Registrar on the right, and on the ceiling, was a giant circular glass dome that gave more natural light to the place, lined with thin metal curling vines that snaked around it. The place itself was bustling with life, with dozens of dozens of students walking around, all just as amazed as anyone from the sheer size of the place. Loud and indistinct chatter was everywhere, and so was the sound of shoes clopping and squeaking on the hard floor. All of the students were coming from Psyche's left, which was a big open arch, which must be the doors fully opened.

As Psyche took a right, she walked into a massive entrance in the shape of a big door arch, the kind you would see in cathedrals. Just like the lobby, the central hub had the same marble floors and walls, but in front were two curved staircases on either side that lead to the second floor, which had the same beige stone material for the floor, and black metal bars for the banisters. the central hub was just as packed as the lobby, maybe even more, with two hallways at either side of the place. Students were everywhere, all wearing different types of clothing. Some of them looked straight out of Coachella, with their leather slippers, baggy white cotton pants, and tie-dye shirts adorned with necklaces made of glowing stones. Some look like they plan on becoming country club members, with all their vests, khaki pants, and white long sleeves. Attached to the ceiling was a large chandelier, with glass designs of ancient symbols from different civilizations: the Delta of Ancient Greek, the Eye of Horus from Egypt, Thurisaz from the Norse, and so on. The ancient symbols shined bright yellow, illuminating as the chandelier itself tuned like a baby's mobile. Psyche walks through the crowd, taking a deep breath. It's one thing to tangle against monsters, but now, it's time she started her new life. Not just as a student, but as a tenant, with no adult supervision. Everything will be on her now: mistakes, achievements, ups, and downs. She looks around her as she walked towards the door. It was dark oak, with a translucent material that allowed for faint sunlight to pass through. It had a calming sense to it, as dust particles danced from its rays. Only now did she notice the faint smell of pine around her, mixed with burning lavender. Psyche smiles a bit, as she takes in the scent. Well, I'm guessing it won't be all bad. Her lips turn into a calm smile as she takes a deep breath and pushed the doors open.