Welcome to Beata Academy

"Careful... careful..."

A girl slowly put one foot in front of the other, her violet eyes peering just above a glass tank in her hands. The decorations and water in it were mostly gone, and a stressed but pretty looking fish darted all over the place. But even without it, it was still heavy and it was taking all her concentration and strength just to hold it up.

The girl wasn't particularly attractive. Her brown hair was cropped short and didn't have any curves to speak of. Still, her pretty eyes flickered back and forth over the tank.

Evelyn May White, one of the newest students at Beata Academy. She'd be starting her highschool year here, because of her gift. The ability to go unnoticed and ignored. It was something she couldn't control or master, like most of the children admitted into the academy, but... it was a great opportunity. One she couldn't afford to miss.

Even still, Evelyn's heart beat like a drum and her palms were so sweaty she was afraid that the tank would just slip out of her hands and smash on the concrete. The young girl exhaled quietly as she slowly inched past the gate. It was a scary thing, as was the facade of the academy. It looked ancient, like more of a haunted mansion than a school. Evelyn gripped the bottom of the tank tighter, trying her hardest to pick up her feet and move forward.

Deep down, she was glad that people would overlook her.

I probably look so silly right now... Evelyn fretted, her eyes darting from side to side to look out for other students. It was opening day, after all, there was bound to be a crowd...

In the back of the crowd was a young boy, about fifteen, walked into the academy as he held tightly onto his pure-black suitcase. His gaze flickered around quickly as he walked into the large building, his short copper hair cut neatly and his suit didn't even seem to have a winkle in it. You could tell he was rich just by a simple glance.

Netro Mirage paused, his head looking around as he waited for more people to show up. He wasn't really sure where to go, his father had just dropped him of without even saying goodbye. He didn't mind, he had just wished his mother had come to say goodbye...

He shook his head, fixing his tie as he started to walk on, taking a deep breath. He wasn't going to let anybody surprise him. He didn't want to be summoning another illusion of a dragon again like he had three years ago. He was here to learn how to control his powers, and he was going to learn how to do so. He was going to be strong for his mother. He also made a note to find out the rules, after all, his parents had told him that following the rules are always the best thing to do.

There was someone that seemed even weirder, however.
A girl was walking down the path, giggling to herself. She was wearing a skirt and a formal blouse, and in her slender fingers was a little dark gray device. A camera. It looked expensive, and the girl aimed it at every new thing she saw. With each target, she would press the button at the top of the little machine, and a snap! would sound.


"Ethel, hey Ethel! Look at this! This building looks Victorian! So cool!" she said to what seemed to everyone to be no one in particular. However, as the girl looked to the side, walking next to her was "Ethel." The girl was a little bit taller than her, with white hair that almost came across as blonde. She wore a green dress.
"You know, these were around when I was alive." murmured the girl in an English accent. Her tone seemed a bit unimpressed, though delicate nevertheless.


Her companion giggled. "Yeah. That's when you know it is old!"
At this she ran, ignoring the stares, as she was being pursued by Ethel. "Loooootte! You are making a fool of yourself! Wait until I get a hold of you, however..."
They were meaningless threats made solely out of humor, however. The two girls had become best friends over the last years, and Ethel would never do such a thing.

Faith Foster was raised in a small town, and each time she'd seen something unusual -- the city Jackson, Disney World, the time she went to Hawaii -- she'd get a naive, doughy-eyed expression that denoted her lack of traveling experience. Beata Academy was one such occasion, and her expression was extra-dumbfounded -- the school wasn't the biggest, most beautiful thing she had ever seen, but it was certainly the most breathtaking. Simply being her made her excited, feel like she was a part of something big. . . and most of all, she could simply feel that this would be a place of adventure and growth for the next few years. The large brown building made her a bit overwhelmed, but she loved the feeling (unlike a certain Spring guy.). She loved the sense of a new place and a new journey. . and most of all, new people.

Her suitcase and bags seemed to be attached to her, one hand on the strap of a bag around her shoulders. She released it to finger the plain cross necklace around her neck. She was raised a God-fearin' Southern Baptist, her daddy the pastor at her little town, and it was an extremely important part of her life. Her mother, on the other hand, was a veterinarian who ran a clinic for animals next to their house. Mary was one of the animals her mother had healed, three years ago -- the young dog, a beagle, trotted next to Faith. They had been allowed one pet, and who else would she choose but her lovable companion?

"Mary, look!" Faith breathed contentedly, looking up at the school. The dog complied. "Isn't it beautiful?" The dog agreed.

Faith continued to walk, right up to the other new students. She was happy to see them. "Hi everyone!" She called, to no one in particular, but to . . . well, everyone. Mary shared her disposition, both of them with a gentle expression on their faces and a seemingly cheery disposition.

A pink haired girl, around her sixteens, quietly made her way to the front of the gate. Her bright blue eyes gazing at the schools that's would soon be her home. The lush grass caught her attention. It was healthy and well growing.

It is great to know that they still care about plants.

Scilene Coleman isn't a hippie. She just had a green thumb (c wut I did thar?), and knew what most plants where. Not to mention, her family owned a aspiring chain of flower shops in California. At the thought of her family, she could feel her hand move towards her suitcase, the girl reached in and felt the seeds her mother gave her when she left. Whenever Scilene had time and money, her mother told her to find a place to grow them with her new powers that she was going to learn to use.

Glancing at the other students gathered around, to get a good look at their new home, Scilene made the choice to move out of the way before she was trampled to death. It was almost like Black Friday at the most popular store in the mall. But, it was more orderly, and filled with students around her age.

People talked, like they knew each other, but she hasn't had the slightest clue who anyone was. Suddenly feeling like a loner, Scilene fidgeted with her hair and clothing, hoping to look busy.

Netro jumped as Faith called out, being looking around with wide eyes for any sign of dragons. He was in the clear, no giant green lizards anywhere. He frowned, making sure he hadn't summoned anything else, but once he was sure, he turned around to face Faith. He slowly took a few steps forward, clearing his throat. "H-Hello," he manged to say, trying to hold his gaze steady. He never had any real friends, but he was going to try hard to make some; and not the ones he could make with his power.

Now a pale boy brushed past Netro. His eyes were fixed on something in his hands, something that looked like a torn book. His hair was thick and brown, brushed to cover one eye. His eyes were a brilliant light brown, though right now they were slightly green. He seemed to be ignored everyone, but looked over his shoulder to stare at the odd girl. Who was she talking to?

Tucking the book in his pocket, he thought about going to talk to her. He soon decided against it. He might catch the crazy. He slid a phone out his back pocket, oppisite off his book and stared at a picture. For a few moments, tears glistened in his eyes as he saw a tan girl staring at the camera, at him. Craig glanced around, the phone gone. Good, no one saw. His bravado and cool was safe. "So, what's your name?" he called out to no one in particular, hoping it could attract someone. Maybe that dillusional girl would answer him.

Something tugged at him, saying there was something....iffy. Craig stared around, thinking he saw a glimpse of hair. It soon disappeared and Craig had a bit of trouble thinking. Craig's attention switched back to Loote. She was kinda pretty. ANyways, how long was he going to have to stay here, stuck with kids who were probably snotty nose rich kids?

A slim fourteen-year-old wearing a black coat and black pants walked towards the gate. As he walked, he looked through a grey backpack to make sure he still had everything he needed. Apon seeing students ahead, he placed his backpack on his back and walked towards them, hoping a tail had not emerged from the back of his pants.

Hearing Faith's greeting, and being unable to see behind her, Evelyn tried her hardest to look inconspicuous. It wasn't a difficult task at all. She doubted she was even seen at the moment. Still, Evelyn quickened her pace, trying to act like she hadn't heard her.

Evelyn wasn't rude in the slightest, simply... shy.

Introverted was probably an understatement. Unable to tame or control her gift, she didn't have much human contact... Being soft-spoken and practically unnoticeable was a combination not meant for socializing. Instinctively, Evelyn's shoulders stiffened and she tried to bow her head. Tried, anyways, the tank got in her way.

Not... much... farther... she told herself, but that's when she felt the tank slowly slip out of her grasp.

"Eek!"

Her eyes had shut closed, and she paused for a moment to find the tank still safely in her hands. It had just slipped a little. "Phew..." she breathed, trying to regain herself.

The fish had been a gift from her parents, a going-away kind of thing to wish her luck at Beata Academy. Her father had jokingly suggested the name "Sushi", and it had stuck.

Relief washed over her, glad to see that Sushi's journey to Beata hadn't ended so prematurely, but even still her face was a bright crimson.

Pleaseletnoonenoticepleaseletnoonenoticepleaseletnoonenotice...

A tall, good-looking man with his dark brown bangs swept over an eye walked warily towards the towering building known as Beata Academy. Walking next to him was a shorter (but still somewhat tall) black-haired teen with his black bangs swept over one eye aswell, blackened skin creeping from underneath his darker hair. And next to him was a much shorter, younger girl with flowing black hair and noticaebly dark blue eyes, holding a blue rope leash attached to a chocolate brown puppy. They walked silently together, until the older man stopped abruptly. "I think I'll leave you two here," he murmured. His deep voice was solemn. "I don't have exactly.. pleasant memories here, and I don't wish to remember them."

The two teenagers looked up at him questioningly. The boy had an eyebrow raised. "I'm hesitant to ask. If you want to tell us, do please, but I'll leave you alone if you don't want to," he replied in an equally monotonous voice. The girl frowned, and the taller man continued to stare off at the looming building. "My c-I mean, best friend, as well as her friend, were killed here. As well as my spirit and my right eye." He brushed his bangs from the eye, and a long curved scar flowed through an empty eyesocket, just long enough for the two to see, before brushing them back over the right side of his face. "I noticed the hell you went through daily and then the, err, what's it called- magnekinetic abilities, and decided myself to get you and your sister here. No other kids will share your power, however they may have similar powers, or completely different ones. There are no 'normal' kids here to your current standards, but in time they'll be perfectly regular in your eyes."

The tall man gave a solemn salute to the two teens and began to walk back down the long sidewalk that lead to the school, before he was interrupted by a voice that was a lot more, say, happy, one that was very familiar.

Meanwhile, the two teens were talking betwixt themselves. "This place looks awesome!" the girl exclaimed happily. The puppy that followed her on a leash sat down, looking expectantly at its' master. "Kynrea, it might not be just what you think. An obvious example is Mr. Wright." The older male rolled his eyes at his sister's ignorance. "Stop being such a party pooper, Cyreen!" Kynrea exclaimed, sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry in his face. They continued down the pavement, the puppy following happily next to the pair.

Hosa was to busy to notice anything. She came racing into the crowd, ducking an waving her way around people. In her hand was a ragged suitcase, filled with holes that had been patched up poorly. Her jeans were almost as bad, having a hole in the knee with tears at the bottom. Her blue gaze flickered around as she noticed that almost everybody looked richer then her. Of course...Her train of thought was stopped as she suddenly rammed into somebody (Craig) at full speed. She fell backward with a cry, landing hard on her tail bone, but thankfully she had managed to stay human. "I'm so sorry!"

At the edge of the ever-gathering crowd, a young man stood, doing nothing really but quietly observing. He was glad he had the fortune to attend the academy a bit early; not having the deal with being completely lost in this crowd, with no idea where to go. The blonde frowned. You would have thought they'd put some directions on a slip of paper, or make some "welcome" signs or something, instead of leaving everyone out here with their things - and with this chilly breeze. It couldn't have been fun. Did they even know they were allowed to go inside yet? ... Was his dad organizing this whole welcoming party? Had to be. From what little he knew of Professor Millar, it was that she'd never leave it on her agenda to have so many students standing around completely clueless.

Jason's eyes scanned the crowd, flinching at the familiar face of his Uncle. Oh, yay. Because he always made the family gatherings so much fun. He shrugged himself forward, walking up to the first person he saw (Open for anyone o3o) "Hey, you look a bit lost..." He said, mistakenly crashing into - well... something on the way... and spilling water on his sleeve. "The hell...?"

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Meanwhile, a young girl stood in the middle of the crowd. She didn't seem lost or confused or anything of the sort, she was just clinging onto her stuffed, bright-red backpack - waiting for something to happen. Biting her lip, Alicia went down and sat on the fountain's edge, not wanting to get in anyone's way.

As everyone else was doing, an older girl made her way towards the school.
Belle Antoinette Martin.
Originally her parents came from France, but moved to the United States to start fresh. She had always grown up in a high quality home, so you could say she was quite elegant and poised. Her hair was very straight and a light brown. Her pale blue eyes held something of a cool demeanor. Her clothes were clearly from high-class, name-brand shops, a soft ivory blouse with long sleeves and a medium sized lilac skirt.

Belle glanced around at all the students, silently judging them. Now, she wasn't a harsh or cruel person, just coming from a richer family, it was natural for her to be curious about everyone and their social standings.

At first glance, you would depict her as the "cold" type. Then, after moments after taking in her clear blue eyes and delicate, porcelain skin you would notice the old, ragged, stuffed bunny rabbit in her arms. The white fur was now turning an ugly shade of brown, the button eyes were falling off, and stuffing could be coming out the seams. It was obvious this thing was old. Guess Belle is a little to attached to her childhood.

The brunette stood awkwardly, hugging her bunny close to her chest.

"So many people..."

Kyla walked down thw kong hallways, her blue eyes stretched in the wonder of it all. Her mind had wandered, struggling to stay out of the minds of others. Before she knew it, she had reached the place where Craig and Hosa were; Hosa on the ground and Craig standing. From her angel, it was very odd looking. Taking a few steps forward, she opened her mouth to speak. "Hello"? She asked, her soft voice seemingly piercing through the air- to her at least.

"O-oh!" Evelyn started setting the tank down and stepping back from the young man. "I-I'm so s-sorry...!" Evelyn's eyes were as wide as saucers, and her cheeks grew a brighter red. From her expression, you'd think that Evelyn had just accidentally set his house on fire.

She stood up straight, her hands at her sides, and her head bowed, like the kid was about to set her in front of a firing squad or scold her... or something terrible. "I... I j-just..." she wasn't even sure what to say now. This was awful. Terrible. Five minutes on campus and she already messed something up. Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid...