The Institute

Part 1

The boy hung over the lowest bough of the sycamore tree, looking at his four friends standing about in a clearing in the forest.

"Honestly Wednesday, you should at least try to be tolerable with people I mean, he was just saying hello," Fynn retorted, eyeing the girl in her untidy uniform. 

Her Pronghorn tie was loose and hanging around the collar, her white button up hung out of the black skirt above her scarred knees. The school cardigan hung around her waist, and a beanie sat atop her head of long black hair. Going completely against the uniform black shoes, she wore a pair of neon orange sneakers. 

Almost everyone knew the snappy Birmingvale. Her many siblings upheld their parents' wishes from their legacy, almost all of them landed in Corvus House. Of course being the exception, she landed in Pronghorn, causing her to be even more separated from her family. Not only was she rebellious, but she was also smart-mouthed and rude, and most of the time, teachers sent her out of the class because of her exceptional comebacks. Everyone considered her a hero, a rebel against their constricting bonds.

She imitated him in a mocking tone, "I mean he was just saying hello," she scoffed, " I wasn't in the mood."

"When are you ever in the mood?" Esteban laughed to himself, throwing a small knife at the tree before him, before going to collect it.

"You should watch it before you damage my eye," Aeron said, making eye contact with the Latino as his muscular hands wrapped his hair in a man-bun.

Esteban was your classic high-school heartthrob, literally, girls gushed over him. It wasn't even an exaggeration. He once had to get a restraining order for this one Bella girl who collected his hair. Yeah, creepy. Aeron was pretty sure he had a fan club and fan page. But it was definitely understandable, his amber-chocolatey eyes, his dreamy smile and straight teeth, his flowy hair, and his muscular body. Even his toes were attractive. He also landed in Pronghorn House, which wasn't exactly a surprise for most. 

"Couldn't you tell he was interested in you?" Fynn asked her.

"Yeah he was totally into you," Esteban chuckled, finally dislodging the knife from the tree and stepping back.

"Why was this my concern someone explain!" Wednesday yelled the last bit obviously exasperated.

"Why are you so bad at normal human communications?" Lynne finally peeped up from her outfit sketches.

She was definitely the most fashionably inclined person in the group, her uniform itself was stylish. Of course, it was like everyone else's, but things she put it with, her designer school shoes, her amethyst necklace, silver bracelets decorating her arms, and a navy diadem in her hair, she was probably the most fashionably inclined in the entire school.

"Ugh, whatever," Wednesday threw the stick she was holding at the tree Aeron was hanging from before he sat up.

"I swear to God if one of you injure me again I will personally take you to court and have you fined for vandalisation of property!"

"Jesus..." Fynn said under his breath.

Probably the quietest out of the five children, he was muscular and soft-spoken,  he didn't like to speak or be spoken to. The smartest among them, he got in the school through his wits and was placed in the Corvus House. 

"I don't think Jesus would like a vandaliser calling out his precious name-"

Aeron was cut off by the booming voice that normally came over the intercom, "All students please report to the lecture hall. Something truly terrible has just taken place."