A new student joins a prestigious school, unaware of the dangers lurking within. And the horrors that lie within the school are much worse than he realises...
It was finally time. My foster carers finally decided to send me to a public school. Most of my teen years were spent being home schooled so I had little social interaction skills. According to my carers, Fundamental High was the most prestigious school in the country and they apparently wanted the best for me. I had my doubts considering they kept me confined to my room with a strict schedule. I had to wake up at 5 in the morning, do the dishes, make breakfast, serve breakfast, wash and dry the clothes and then I get an hour's break. It was a... tough schedule to keep up with.
I pass through the open gate and find myself standing in front of a giant angelic white building. It was like paper almost. Were it not for the open windows, I'd have thought this was just a giant monument. Taking a deep breath, I approach the doors of the building and enter. Upon entering, my eyes widen in surprise from how clean everything was. The walls were spotless and freshly cleaned, shining so brightly you'd think it was built from jewels! The halls were bustling with students chatting amongst each other. Already, I felt out of place.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a map of the school along with my timetable and take a good look. Apparently, my first class was Maths. Oh great... Just how I want to start my first morning. Consulting the map, I discovered that the Maths classroom was basically around the corner. I immediately head over and enter the room.
Upon entering, I was met with a tall woman with long black spiky hair and a compass for her left arm. And I mean a literal compass, the same type that you'd use to make a perfect circle in art. On top of her head, I thought I saw either horns or cat ears, or maybe it was just her spiky hair which made it look like that. She looks at me, frowning.
Teacher: Who are you?
Mutasim: I'm Mutasim Lycan. The new student.
Teacher: Right. I'm Miss Circle, take a seat.
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I nod and sit in the middle at the back, getting my equipment out. Students begin to enter the classroom, but everyone is dead silent now, unlike the halls where everyone was happily talking to each other. The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
The lesson starts and everyone works quietly as Miss Circle walks us through the material. As the lesson progresses, I can't help but notice a few strange things from the other students. For starters, when someone was picked to answer a question, the selected person was always trembling. Their legs shaking, their hands fidgeting uncomfortably. I'm pretty sure I saw one person sweating. Were people really that afraid of getting one question wrong?
By the end of class, all the tension was gone and the students began to pack their things like all the worry had never even happened. It just seemed... Odd. Curious, I decide to hang back after everyone else left. I stand up and approach Miss Circle.
Mutasim: Excuse me, Miss?
Miss Circle: Yes Mutasim?
Mutasim: I'm a little curious about something. Throughout the lesson, the other students seemed... worried. Mostly when you picked them to answer a question.
