The Arrival (1)

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*Author's Note*
This was made a few months back, since I'm currently working on the 4th chapter (SO HELLO FUTURE READERS :D), and since this is my first time creating a story, I just wanted all readers to know that the story gets better (in my opinion ;D), so please stick around, even if I don't update for a while, trust me, that doesn't mean I quite. There are some really boring parts in the beginning, where I add useless details which you can clearly skip. Also, sorry if there's any typos, since I try to at least cram more updates each week. Do be reminded, this is fantasy, so any unordinary stuff... is ordinary. ANNDD, there is cussing in this story. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope you enjoy!  :)

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RINNGGGGGG!!

"...great.."

Lemme get this straight.... I'm not a morning person, I'm not a "fun" person, and I'm definitely not anything you expected me to be. In addition, I'm mainly expressionless.

School is about to start, and the last thing I want is for all the food to run out. Yeah, I only care about food. I guess my love for food... is mutual..?

Backpack.. check. Binder.. check. Phone...... didn't charge.

"How am I supposed to order food right when school ends?" I thought to myself as I jumped on and over house/building roofs towards my school.

The fact that my TV said it'll be around 50 degrees throughout the whole entire day wasn't important... since I'm used to the cold. Before you get any ideas... my power isn't anywhere related to weather. I was just abandoned in the winter when I was a kid... yeah... probably not the newest thing you've heard of. Although, I got raised by my grandparents, until it all ended about a year ago. Luckily, my grandparents left enough money to let me live my life until I reach my mids, which of course, I'm truly thankful for.

As I jump to the next roof, I could see a trail of students from Fallistia High heading their way towards the school.

"Looks like I'm still early." I said to myself.

I continue jumping over a few more buildings until I reached a huge white wall, which surrounded the the school. I jumped off the 115 foot building, avoiding any guards seeing me from above.

"Good thing I brought my brush."

I quickly brushed my waist length snow white hair till I continued walking towards the front gate.

"Please enter your student ID." The guard said before letting me in.

As rumored, the school is as tightly guarded as it should be. Since children born with strong powers could only enter, there's another way to be accepted as an official student of Fallistia High. Money. Of course, you'll need to have over a billion if you want to pay up.

"Huh.. a transfer student?" Mutters and whispers from ever corner crawled their way directly towards me.

"Why the hell is she wearing gas mask? What a fucking weirdo." A girl with short blue hair said.

There's reasons why I don't like showing my face.
People might be questioning.. why a gas mask? Well... let's save that for another story.

Not too long after I walked right inside the school building, the bell rang, meaning first period should start in about 15 minutes. Shown on my school transfer sheet, I have PE for first period.

"PE... hmm.." I muttered, as I continued to walk towards a tall see-through glass door at the end of a long hallway up ahead.

*Push*

I walked out to see a huge open grass area with a running track all around it, and some other PE equipments in the middle. Over to the far right, there's a gate leading to a wide pool. There's a smooth rock pathway heading towards left and right. To the left, there's a sign saying; PE: Boy's Changing Room. To the right, there's another sign saying; PE: Girl's Changing Room.

As I make my way towards the the girl's changing room, I take a look at the transfer sheet.

Locker: 83

Lock Combination:
31
12
3

I was pretty early, so only half of the room was filled with girls changing into their winter PE uniform. As I got to my locker and entered my combination, I changed into the PE uniform and PE shoes the school gave to me. Each student has their own locker and long locker which are always next to eachother. The small square locker is where you store your PE uniform and PE shoes once the period is done. The long locker is where you store your backpack, original cloths, and your original shoes while you're doing PE outside.

As I locked up my long locker, I headed towards the huge mirror wall to get a better view of the uniform. I entered my sizes in the Transfer fill-out sheet for my PE cloths, so it fit perfectly on me. Looking directly at the mirror, I wore a grey sweater, saying 'Fallistia' on my left chest area in cursive, grey sweatpants, and black comfortable running shoes.

"How rich is this school again..?" I asked myself.

As I walked out, I saw many students stretching, and using their powers in the middle of the grass area. As I arrived to the spot, I heard someone walking towards me.

"Hello, you must be Clare Larcia! Since you're new, I'll introduce myself. I'm your PE coach, Mr. Keshiko, and everyone will be starting off with stretches to warm-up your power and to bring out your full strength. Although... before you start... you need to remove your mask." He said with a questioning look.

"May I keep it on?" I questioned.

"Well... as long as it doesn't get in the way of your training."

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"Attention, everyone!" Coach Keshiko announced.

"There's a new student joining us. Her name is Clare Larcia, please give her a warm welcoming!"

Everyone still kept talking afterwards...

"Ha! Warm welcoming?"

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"Bet she used her shitty money to get in this school! HAHAHA!"

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"I bet she's wearing a mask to hide her ugly face!"

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"I guess it's time to remove my mask..?" I thought.

"Hey coach, can you hold this for me till the end of the period?" I asked.

"Hmm.. Oh, yeah su..... re..."

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Silence filled the mouths of every student.

"...? Ummm... hello?" I spoke, as everyone just stared.

"...(-.-) what's wrong with them..?"

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