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The School of Arts

found this on my computer while procrastinating on writing a lab report

the original School of Creation

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He took a step and held his breath, clenching his fist tightly into a ball. Yes, it was only his first day, and no, it looked as if he was going to have a difficulty adjusting. The halls seemed to be too elaborate, elongated perhaps, and cramped with all the people around him. The ceiling was too tall, and the fluorescent lights seemed to have blinding without the trained eye. Short, sweet, bliss — something that Seto had expected when moving to the private school. Hell, public school was better than this.

He managed to navigate himself through the hall, stopping occasionally to avoid displeasure from bumping into other people. His uniform was wrinkled; his maroon sleeves were bunched up into a fist. The shoes that the school had provided him with were no longer polished but covered in mud, along with the tips of his dark cream colored khaki pants. His black vest seemed to be fine, as well as the white collared shirt layered under it. The purple tie he had worn and managed to tie was now beginning to become untied, he probably did a bad job for tying it.

Today was going to be terrific.

He released an exasperated sigh as he finally found the staircase. East wing, they had said to him, go up the east wing stairs and make a right, the first class would be there. He tried to make his retreat up the stairs as quickly as possible, but nearly got tripped down it, somehow, in the process. He dodged a couple, kicked someone in the shin — the usual. He wound up turning left and getting completely lost.

As he roamed the hallways, looking for Class B2, he remembered the description entitled to the school. Prodigious, not holding enmity, and holding equal rights to every student — Seto couldn't put down that description. But with the stained walls that seemed to be plastered with graffiti on the upper west wing, god, he wished he had gone to another school. He eventually found class B2.

"Seto Sorcerer?" A voice beckoned as he stepped into the room.

Seto replied in a quiet, yet ill-manned voice, "Yes?"

"You're late to class. Though this is your first day here, I expect you to be right on time. Take a seat next to Frank Iero."

Seto resisted the temptation to roll his eyes and made his way down the aisle and sat down in the only empty seat in the class. How pleasant.