"I hate, hate, hate this ugly uniform!!" Stella declared to her mirror in her room. She looked at the uniform in misery.
The uniform had Skyfeller's school colors, black and red and green (yes, there were three school colors at Skyfeller Academy High) which clashed in a disgusting fashion compared to most uniforms. Stella wore a black long sleeved shirt with a vest over it, which said "SKYFELLER ACADEMY HIGH" in big yellow letters around the school emblem in the center of the maroon vest. The girls were not allowed to wear plaid, so they had to wear plaid black, red and green skirts with matching 6-inch socks (as they had to be higher than 4 inches - they measured the sock and skirt length every morning, though they don't care if the skirt is short or not) every day.
Well except PE/Gym. I don't think we need to rub in the neon green sweatpants and black and neon green t-shirt.
"Well, Stella, I wore a uniform too, so it's not the end of the world. Don't be such a drama queen." her mom commented. "You look wonderful though! We need to get going. Your backpack's in the car."
Her mother left, with Stella taking one last look in the mirror.
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The teachers were busy smiling and greeting the students and parents in the parking lot on the first day of school, making lots of traffic. Corvettes and many expensive cars lined the lot, one or two Ferraris seen in this line of cars.
Stella looked out from the front seat of their Cobalt Hyundai, hating every sight of those teachers.
"Good morning!" a teacher walked up to Stella's car, her parents faces lighting up.
"Morning," Stella grumbled. Her mother faked a laugh and talked more with the teacher as Stella got out of the car, disgusted that her mother was acting like this.
"Well have a nice day, sweetie!" Stella's mother called.
"I hate you too!" Stella yelled back. The car brakes squealed in frustration in response as Stella's ride left.
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"These rules and regulations are taken and enforced very seriously in the Academy. Do you understand?"
"Yes headmaster."
"Excuse me? Am I talking to mice?"
"No headmaster!"
"Good. Now..."
The orientation went on and on with lists of rules and regulations, every-so-often the headmaster barking at another student to shut up. Meanwhile, Stella analyzed the whitewashed cafeteria this orientation of rules and regulations was being held in.
The cafeteria was very big, but very white. The walls were dull and grim; they were painted white with some light beige or khaki color to it, with the large school emblem of Skyfeller hanging in the front of the room. It was the only thing with color on it. The tables smelled strongly of old bleach, though Stella guessed the students of Skyfeller were either too afraid or too polite to complain. The lunch line itself (where the trays and food were located) was silver, glassy and white. The workers all dressed in white clothing that looked not-so-different from a surgeon's uniform as they sorted the food out onto the counters.
The headmaster walked with a hump on her back (she usually had this, therefore she had a slouch that made her look all the more menacing) over to Stella's table where Stella and other kids were sitting.
"What did you say? I heard almost absolutely nothing from this table." She said, eyeing the table. Stella heard some kids swallow in fright. What could they say? They were just trying to be like everyone else. Was this a test or scare tactic?
Stella cleared her throat. If it were one of the two likely options, she will pass this test.
"Then you must be deaf." a girl replied from the other table before Stella could respond in protest. "I'm 100% positive they were the loudest out of the whole cafeteria. Isn't that right?"
Surprisingly, Stella's table cheered in response, to try and save the girl.
The headmaster banged her cane and barked, "I DEMAND QUIET!!"
You could hear a pin drop with the clicking of her heels across the cafeteria.
Then she slouched over to the girl at the other table across the room, her heels clacking in the dead silence. Click, click, click, click...
She stared at the girl from head to toe, making many people's heads turn. Some muttered and whispered amongst themselves. From the talk being made in the neighboring tables nearby, Stella realized how respected this girl was in the academy.
"Tasslemeyer, you know how much back-talking is frowned upon in this school. Into my office, immediately after lunch. You know the drill. Do you understand?!" The headmaster commanded in a strict and fast-paced manner.
"Yes headmaster."
"Excuse me?!?!" Stella wouldn't be surprised if that girl had hearing problems later in life. Those poor eardrums...
"Yes headmaster!!"
".......Much better. Now, everyone is dismissed. I expect exemplary behavior when I come to inspect the classes today."
The headmaster then left the cafeteria, her sound of her heels following her like a shadow as the teachers got the classes lined up in strict, straight order.
After the headmaster left, Stella realized this was the lady with teeth like a shark's during the freshman orientation; she gave that same smile to that Reyna girl as she walked past. Reyna, however, was not amused, keeping her same determined expression on her face.
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At lunch, Stella spotted the girl from earlier sitting and happily chatting with other older kids. All the tables were full, everyones' abysmal-looking uniforms coloring the blank room with red and black and neon green. As the tables were very full, Stella decided to sit near the girl from earlier.
"Is this seat taken?" Stella asked as she approached the table. Heads turned from the table, including the girl's. Some expressions looked surprised, shocked even.
"No.." a boy finally whispered, and Stella took a spot next to him. She was now sitting across from the girl.
"You're the second freshman as of now," another boy remarked. "Are seniors really that approachable these days? I was terrified as a freshman to even look at seniors!"
A couple of people laughed in response.
"No." another girl replied scornfully. She was currently reapplying lip gloss and checking her compact mirror. "It's probably because of Reyna."
"No surprise there. These tables are almost always full in the first place. Where else is there to sit?" the girl from earlier replied. "Anyway, excuse my friends right now. It is the first day, so we're pretty open to anything right now. I'm Reyna Tasslemeyer."
"Stella Galante." Stella responded.
"Why bother introducing yourselves when everyone in the whole school knows Reyna now?" one of the girls replied sarcastically.
"Cool name," the boy that had asked the question about the seniors' approachable-ness spoke up to Stella. "I'm Dexter. Call me Dex."
"What's your last name then?" the boy next to Stella asked. Dex looked at him as if he said something bizarre, but then cleared his throat to answer.
"Leonardi," Dex answered smugly, "Dex Leonardi."
Some people gave him funny looks as they continued on eating their lunch.
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Edge Of Danger
Teen Fiction"We're now on the edge of danger; I wasn't sure if it was really there or maybe I was imagining things, but from what had been witnessed and done today, I know we have come ever so closer to the edge." Stella Galante is an incoming high school fresh...
