Rasazy's Fundamental Paper Education AU 2.0

Sudden Arrival

(Location: Courtyard, Paper School)

Miss Grace's P.O.V.

The courtyard was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of students replaced by the muted sounds of classes in session. Miss Grace, ever vigilant, paced along the edges, her sharp eyes scanning every corner for signs of mischief. The students knew better than to loiter while she was on patrol, but she remained thorough nonetheless.

As she prepared to return to her office, her gaze swept across the courtyard one last time. Something caught her attention—a figure lying motionless on one of the fields. Narrowing her eyes, she took in the sight of an unconscious girl sprawled in the grass. Miss Grace quickened her pace, her steps confident yet laced with urgency.

As she approached the girl, her eyes took in the odd details of her appearance. The girl was dressed in a black skirt, with white leggings peeking underneath, and small black bows adorned her otherwise simple black shoes. Her hair was striking—a cascade of white fading into a soft greyish-purple, with a black "X" marking her bangs. Two neatly braided strands fell in front of her face, each tied with a black ribbon, while a small, curved black horn jutted from the side of her head.

She's definitely not one of my students... Miss Grace thought, her concern growing.

The girl was still, her breathing steady but shallow. Kneeling beside her, Miss Grace checked her pulse and examined her for any visible injuries. Finding none, she gently lifted the girl into her arms, surprised at how light she was.

The courtyard remained eerily quiet as Miss Grace carried the mysterious girl toward the school building, her mind racing with questions. Who is she? How did she end up here? She quickened her pace, heading for the nurse's office with determination.

35 minutes later...

Outside the nurse's office, Miss Grace carefully laid the girl down on the floor before reaching into her pocket for the set of keys she always carried. With a swift, practiced motion, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. The hallway was dim, the only sound the soft click of the door's lock disengaging.

Miss Grace flicked the light switch, flooding the room with a soft, welcoming glow. She turned back and once again lifted the girl, cradling her as she carried her inside and laid her gently on one of the beds.

As she gently placed the girl on one of the beds, smoothing the blankets over her frail figure. With the girl settled, Grace took a deep breath, considering her next steps. She weighed the idea of calling emergency services, but the last thing her school needed was another incident attracting outside attention. Too much had already happened here, dark secrets she wished to keep buried forever.

Instead, Grace decided to rely on her own knowledge of first aid, gathered over the years of running the school. Kneeling beside the bed, she carefully examined the girl again. No broken bones, no signs of physical trauma. It was as though she had simply... appeared.

Grace's mind drifted to some thoughts. Memories of the absence of a school nurse and the events that led to the previous nurse's resignation and departure. Memories of Miss Circle and her colleagues' sinister activities resurface, reminding her of the dark undercurrents lurking within the school.

Pushing the thoughts aside, she leaned closer to the girl, her voice soft but filled with authority. "Who are you, truly, girl?" Grace's eyes traced the girl's delicate features, lingering on the black horn that curved from her head like a dark omen.

Receiving no answer, Miss Grace sighed and settled into a nearby chair. She was accustomed to control, to handling situations with precision and efficiency. But this girl was a mystery, one she couldn't solve on her own. As the minutes dragged into hours, Grace began to feel the weight of her responsibilities press on her. Teachers were preoccupied with their classes, students needed oversight, and her carefully scheduled day had been completely derailed.

4 hours later...

Miss Grace's patience was wearing thin. Four hours had passed, and still, the girl lay unconscious. The frustration gnawed at her—valuable time wasted, plans derailed. As the principal, she had duties to attend to, and every teacher was occupied with their own classes, leaving no one to take over her watch. Her responsibilities pulled at her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this girl's appearance was important—perhaps even dangerous.

In the meantime, she had managed to contact one of her more reliable informants, to inquire about the girl's identity and her potential guardians.. She needed to know who this girl was, where she came from, and who her guardians were—if she had any. The longer the girl remained unconscious, the more questions swirled in Miss Grace's mind.

Her parents better have an explanation for this, Miss Grace thought darkly, already formulating the harsh words she intended to use once she tracked them down. How could anyone leave their child so recklessly? And in her school, of all places?

As she waited for her contact to report back, Miss Grace began to make plans. She would need to confront the girl's guardians, but more importantly, she needed to figure out what had happened. The girl's odd appearance, the way she had just appeared—it all felt too strange, too unnatural. There were pieces missing, and Miss Grace was determined to find them.

Little did Miss Grace know, this encounter would be the start of something far bigger than she could have imagined—an educational journey for Rasazy that would challenge not only the boundaries of Paper School but the fabric of reality itself. This Alternate Fundamental Paper Education was about to be reshaped in ways no one could foresee, and this unconscious girl was at the heart of it all.