Hello. How did you stumble across this story? Well, congratulations for doing so, I just hope you're buckled up- it's going to be a bumpy ride...
Now, I suppose I should give you a bit of insight on our school first. Yes, we do have those 'normal' rules every other school has, you know the~
No sleeping in class.
No defacing school property.
No showing any signs of joy.
No. No. No. No. No.
That's all it is. No's, no's, and more no's. Well, welcome to Tesla's Academy for the Athletics, the Academics, and the Arts~ or TAAAA, a bit repetitive, I'm aware. Now here's a few things you need to know about our school:
Welcome! We often, and openly, call this place hell but don't tell anyone,
especially the staff.
But other than that, I wish to welcome
you, on behalf of our student government. Let me show you to
the places you should be seen,
and show you where your
pretty little eyes should never
even lay. Now here is the worst
place you can be found- the
library. And onto, the best-
a sports field, of course. But
here's the place that will determine
your status....the lunchroom.
Looks like it popped out right
from a nightmare.
Well, those are the three places that matter most. Oh, how could I forget? The parking lot, honey. This is where you can set the basis for your status; whatever you drive, wherever you park- it all matters here. But no one, no one is as respected- as feared as-
Shoot! Teachers are coming! Gotta go, but I do hope I gave you a clear picture of this school so far! Good luck!
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Apples to Apples
Teen FictionWelcome to Tesla's Academy for the Academics, the Athletics, and the Arts. We often, and openly, call this place hell but don't tell anyone, especially the staff. But other than that, I wish to welcome you, on behalf of our student governmen...
