Clothed in our grief

Chapter two

"Yes, the Academy has a dress code. Mason, why does this surprise you?" You spoke through the phone, resting your cell on your shoulder while you tried to button up the white blouse. Apart of the uniform. There were no creases in it, perfectly fit for you and wrinkle free. The buttons had a bit of a cream color to them, adding more depth to the uniform other than just a blank, white, boring button up.

"I'm not surprised, but it kinda weirds me out to think you'd actually go to a school with a dress code." Your friend responded, though he lived in Portland? He definitely had a Washington accent. You only rolled your eyes at his response, lightly smiling while you continued to work with the buttons on your blouse until you got to the very top. Leaving it unbuttoned so yu could grab the light blue tie off of your desk. Walking back to your brand new bed, plopping yourself down and putting Mason on speaker.

"Why is it so hard to believe? My mom signed me up for tons of different scholarship openings. The only one that opened up for me was in Gotham. It's a Wayne foundation thing, apparently. I didn't even know what that was until we actually got to Gotham." You replied, trying your hardest to knot the tie around without making a noose on accident.

"Wayne what? Melissa and Andrew and Maria already got suspended, and you've only been gone for a day. Just thought you should know." Mason said, shrugging off the mention of the Billionaire he knew nothing about. It's a bit of a rarity to not know who Bruce Wayne is, you only really ever heard the name 'Wayne' in newspaper clippings or online every now and then. Being so far away from Gotham meant that a lot of that stuff isn't very important.

"What the hell did they do?!" You exclaimed, voice raised and knitted together perfectly plucked eyebrows. Portland is about four hours behind Gotham, so while you're getting ready for school? They're about four hours into the six hour block. Lucky them, only two more hours of school left while you're still getting ready to begin your first day in high school. Summer break has been nothing but a disappointment. Aside from being pushed down a hill in a shopping cart at full speed, that bit was fun.
"Food fight, it escalated into Maria grabbing the fire hydrant and spraying down Alex with it. They had to call an ambulance, because apparently you aren't suppose to breathe that stuff in. It can like, freeze your lungs or something. Ya' think she's gonna get super powers from it?" He replied nonchalantly. You swear, your left eye is probably twitching.  The comfy bed beneath you has suddenly felt more stiff, how do you stand these people? Better yet, how are they not dead already without you gone?

"Unlikely. Is Alex going to be okay? I'm not friends with her and all but if anything happens to her, I'm sure Maria's gonna get into  lot of trouble." You replied to him, finally getting the tie around the white collar perfectly fine. Pretty, and neat. You smirked after winning against the blue death rope of society standards, called a school uniform necktie.

"Maria's on her last warning, only reason that she isn't expelled is because she didn't know that it would put Alex in the ER.  Andrew only got in trouble because he tried to take the extinguisher from her, but ended up throwing it through a window on accident. Melissa mouthed off to the security guard, so yeah." He sounded bored, tired even. And Mason is the one who usually causes trouble.

One of his more well known things he's done in school was take a lunch tray and grease it up with cafeteria butter before sitting on it and taking it down the stairs. Something tells you Gotham Academy isn't going to have all the crazy antics that your school in Portland did. Makes you feel relived, at the same time a little disappointed.

You picked up the black pleated skirt that went with the uniform. It was laying on your bed, to your left. Laying on top of the grey covers of your soft blanket. Still warm from your body heat. You wished you were able to go back to sleep, really.