~Rose Religion~

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- Greetings fellow student,

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- Greetings fellow student,

[Insert name]

As the student board of the Sphinx Academy, we would like to inform you of our do's and dont's during your stay here, along with additional information for your own guidance.

First and foremost, the three Ivy League Academies (I.L.A) for short take after one of those three words; the infamous 'Freeze Fight Flight' trio . Ours is Flight. Not escape. Flight. As in, attack from above. With wings. Here is where the house names come into picture;

The Griffins - The males of the school, represented by two Griffins, a president and a vice president. Selected by the board and the students in a voting process.

The Pegasuses - The females of the school, represented, once again by two Pegasuses, a president and a vice president. The voting process is identical for the Pegasuses too.

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As for the attire; it is required that the uniforms of the school to be worn during the school hours not withstanding the fact that the first day (September the 11th) you will be able to arrive with your usual attire and along with other school-starting activities you will be able to shop for your own school uniform, one that is your size and fit of course.

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Sam stops typing for a second, so he can satisfy his need for an answer before he continues with the letter.

"Hey Reina? Do you have any idea about the school unifrom matter? Haven't you heard anything from the I.L.A teacher board? An answer perhaps?"

Silence.

"Rei?"

He turns his head to the direction that one of his best friends was standing. Behind him. A Pegasus. The president to be exact. He doesn't have any idea why they; the Griffin v. president (v for vice) and the president of the Pegasuses were to put together the letter that will be sent out to the new students, instead of the school secretary doing it. Now, he knew they had obligations. Did she?

"Reina." His accent becoming a bit more underlined while spelling out her native Spanish name.

"..."


Pink.

No.

Fuchsia.

Yes.

A satisfied smile, accompanied with a look of lust was what took over Reina's facial features as she ticked a tiny, white box that was next to the vibrant colour she decided her shoes for the rest of the year were going to be.

She needed to make a statement. 'Psh, because she hasn't already made numerous throughout her 4 years in the academy.'

"Rein-"

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