Scars (An Amourshipping Story)

'Moving Forward'

The gate looked far too pompous for what it was.

In fact, gates in general seem to do that, but this one especially so.

Red bricks, black wrought iron and gray plaster, assembled into a whole that didn't feel welcoming at all.

I wondered if it looked like what a gate for a school should look like, but couldn't really decide. Probably no.

Of course I didn't want to get stuck on thinking about the gate for too long, so I entered through it was a brisk pace that felt surprisingly good.

Move forward feels good.

So I walk towards the main building of Vaniville Academy with the brisk pace. I'm alone, as my parents are taking my stuff to the dorms, and there's supposed to be someone waiting for me. 

The grounds are incredible lush, filled with green. 

It doesn't feel like the kind of grounds a school would have, more like a park, with clean walkway going past trees and the smell of fresh-cut grass and all other park-like things.

Words like 'clean' and 'hygienic' pop into my mind. It makes me shudder.

I shake them off. Stay open-minded now. It's your new life. You have to take it as it comes.

That's what I tell myself.

A few big buildings loom behind the leafy canopies, too big and too many for just a school.

Everything seems off; it's different from what I thought I knew about schools.

It's an uncanny valley. Even thought I was told this is my new school, in the back of my head it doesn't feel like one.

I wonder if the feeling is real or caused by my expectations of a school for disabled.

Speaking of that, I don't see anyone else here. It's kinda eerie.

It makes me wish there was somebody here so I could anchor myself to something tangible instead of having this feeling that I stepped into another dimension.

The tree hum with the wind and the green hues flashing all around me catch my attention.

It makes me think about the hospitals again, how they say that the operating rooms are painted green because green is a calming color.

So why am I feeling so anxious, despite all this greenery?

...

Only after I stand in front of the haughty main building, I surprise myself by realizing why the gate bothered me: It was the last chance I had to turn back, even if I had no life I could return to. But still, after entering, there was absolutely no way I could go back anymore.

Feeling nervous and with this realization set in my head, I open the front door.

A tall man with bad posture notices me as I enter. We're the only people in the lobby, so it's only logical.

"You must be....Ket....Ke...Ketchup?" He sweatdropped, he had no idea what my name was.

"Ketchum, Ash Ketchum" I face palmed 

"So you are. Marvelous! I'm your homeroom and science teacher. My name is Professor Sycamore! Welcome."

 We exchange a handshake that is neither firm nor sloppy, and he looks at his watch.

"The head nurse asked you for a brief check-in vist, but there's no time for that now." 

"Oh. Should I go later?"