The first day was tough.
Quinn had a lot of bad days and this one was just the midpoint of the iceberg in comparison, but that doesn't make it any better. A shitty day was shitty day. How bad it doesn't change the tired, done with life feeling at the end of it.
She and Francis started the first day of school with going to homeroom. They walked to the 'high school education' building besides the main one. Compared to the others, it was definitely newer in design. By first look you could tell it was newer because of its modern look. They walked through the halls filled with the hundred of other people for what felt like forever.
It was made worse by Francis' complaining about breakfast.
"I can't believe you said that to his cousin!" he angrily exclaimed.
Believe it or not, that was hist first English sentence in the past twenty minutes. Prior to this moment, he'd been speaking a mix of French and, what sounded like, German. It was disturbing to say the least.
They two stepped into the empty elevator at the end of the floor. Quinn pressed the button that read 'Level 3-Homerooms and High School Faculty Lounge'. The elevator was completely glass and the interiors of the a bleak white. Below, you could see the other students flood the floor. It looked like a hospital or doctor's office in comparison to other schools. As the door closed, Francis' angry rambling in French started again.
It all seemed to blur at some point.
"Imbecile!" this and "Dumbass." that. Bro was pissed.
When they reached homeroom, twelve of the twenty-five students were there. At the front of the room stood Miss. Sparrow, a stern look on her face as she typed at her desk. The room was undeniably bleak. Desks were lined up in perfect row, the untouched white blending with the rest of the room, and the sun's light refused to shine into the room.
It's like it isn't meant for people.
Quinn and Francis sat in the back row among empty desks and seats. Behind them was a large window that showed the dozens of students rushing to class or enjoying that last bits of freedom they had.
"Is it usually this bleak?" she asked the boy beside her.
"Wouldn't you like to know." he countered, crossing his arms to his chest like a stubborn child.
Quinn rolled her eyes in response.
Homeroom seemed like nothing serious since Miss. Sparrow did nothing but type for the next fifty minutes. Quinn and several other kids in the room watched the clock tick down second, minutes, and hours in complete silence. The only sound was the typing from Miss. Sparrow's computer echoing through the room.
Finally, she started handing out their schedules. When Quinn got hers, she stared down at it in confusion.
Amagadas Academy Official Schedule
Student: 504829666
Student: Advanced PE; Italian Language Class; Art
Homeroom~ 0035 (7:00am-7:40am)
1st period~ Math | 930 (7:45am-8:55am)
2nd period~ Art | 108 (9:00am-10:10am)
3rd period~ Study Hall | 113 (10:15am-11:25am)
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Amagadas Academy
Misterio / SuspensoQuinn lives a quiet life in Brooklyn. Well, it was quiet until a headmaster comes to her apartment with a mysterious scholarship to Amagadas Academy.
