Phantom

Chapter 5: Entrance Exam

Alison POV

We were put into a classroom where the written test was being held, and, if I do say so myself, it was a breeze. Literally took Peter and I only half an hour to finish each test they gave us. The first time Peter and I raised our hand, the proctor looked at us as if we were crazy, probably thinking that we were half-assing the thing, but while we were watching him check it, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that his eyes widened like saucers. Because we finished the tests so quickly, we were the first ones to be ushered into the auditorium. We were the only ones present in the auditorium for 2 more hours, and the only thing we did was talk about how to fix the big hole, not even worrying about passing the exam or not. 

When the students started trickling in, we stopped our chatter about the space donut and stared down towards the podium, waiting for the proctor for the practical exam. It wasn't long before a blonde Pomeranian took his seat next to me, he seems to have a permanent scowl placed on his face. Either way, I decided to greet him out of politeness. "Hello." I said to him, I see him look at me in the corner of his eyes, eyes widening a bit, before grunting in response, and proceeds to intensely stare (glare?) at the podium. I decided to leave him alone, he seems like he wants to concentrate. I fix my gaze at the podium, once again waiting for the proctor, when, at the corner of my eye, I see a green haired broccoli boy making his way in our row and sitting next to the blonde Pomeranian, who I recognize as the boy Peter and I saw cleaning the beach. They exchanged a few words, mostly the Pomeranian, who I learned to be named 'Kacchan' was asking why 'Deku', the broccoli haired boy, was here. 

All of the seats were already filled, and we were just sitting there, with a few exceptions of people talking to their friends, when the lights all of a sudden turned off. And then, spotlights turning on one by one, revealing the blonde, sunglasses, and gelled vocal hero, present mic, and behind him, a big, flat screen TV  bearing the UA symbol.

"WHAT'S UP UA CANDIDATES!! THANKS FOR TUNING IN TO ME! YOUR SCHOOL DJ!! COME ON AND LEMME HEAR YA!!!"

Silence

"Gee. Tough crowd. THAT'S FINE, I'LL JUST SKIP TO THE MAIN REASON YOU'RE HERE!! THE PRACTICAL EXAM!!! HOW ABOUT ITTT!!!??"

More silence

To my left I hear the mutterings of a certain broccoli boy, fanboying about the hero in front of him. I decided to tune him out and just listen to the voice hero.

"LIKE YOUR APPLICATION SAYS, TODAY YOU ROCKIN BOYS AND GIRLS WILL BE PLACED IN MOCK BATTLES IN A SUBURBAN CITY!! YOU WILL HAVE TO---"

I was just sitting there, by now tuning him out, already knowing what we'd be doing. He's just explaining what was already in the pamphlet. I watched as he explained the "villains" we'll be up against, when the cards for our specified battle arena was passed out. I look at mine, then look over Peter's shoulders, him looking over mine. I whispered, so only he and I could hear. "I guess their splitting up so the possibility of helping a friend is null." He gave me a silent nod before we once again turned our attention towards Present Mic. "AFTER THIS, YOU WILL BE SENT TO YOUR SPECIFIED BATTLE ARENA, BUT BEFORE THAT, LET'S CHECK OUT WHAT YOU WILL BE UP AGAINST, OKAY??!!"

Silenceeee

I'm trying so hard to not laugh at the poor hero. He just finished talking about the giant robots when this dark blue haired glasses wearing dude stood up and asked him why the 0 pointer wasn't part of the pamphlet, before turning around and reprimanding the poor broccoli for muttering too much. This just caused said broccoli to panic more silently. I wanted to comfort him, but there was a human sized, angry Pomeranian in my way, so I decided against it. After present mic explained the reason as to why the 0 pointer was not on the pamphlet, he told us to go change one of the many bathrooms in UA and head to our designated bus stop. Peter and I stood up and started heading towards our bus stop, we were already wearing our athletic wear. We separated once we got to the stop, but before we did, I said, "Good luck Peter! Though I know you will, you won't be able to beat me. I look forward to having Thai milk tea with boba for the next month." I look at him with a challenging look in my eye, him the same, "Nu-uh! I'LL be looking forward to having hot chocolate for the rest of the month!" We bump both of our fists and got into our busses.