This choice: Flashback to freshman initiation • Go Back... The bell rang abruptly, signaling the beginning of your next class.
"Alright, everyone, let's get started."
Those words seemed to take you back so far now that your second year at the Academy had already started...
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"Alright, everyone, let's get started."
A fitting beginning.
In the many weeks it took for preparations; obtaining a passport, housing arrangements, purchasing plane tickets, and etc; it was a relief to have such a formal occasion begin with such an informal statement.
'This place is so different than the school back home' is all that stuck out in your mind as you tugged at your unyielding starch uniform. The walls (rather than your usual setting of brick) had been engraved with fine sculptings of vines and leaves that grew skyward to reach the ceiling, a trio of chandeliers flowering the arrangement with what must have been fifty lit candles in harmony with several other electric lights. Heavy and strong, yet they remained perfectly still as they hung perilously over everyone's heads.
No carpet, you rather liked carpet, but instead a cold tile of off-white polished to perfection despite chairs, that must have cost a small fortune to provide, placed neatly in rows facing the back wall of the room; more specifically a podium at which the Headmistress was currently speaking.
'Just weird... so uncomfortable'
'Everyone's staring at me...'
'Just cut it out!'
Suddenly a familiarly steady hand grips your shaking knee, "Easy there, Killer." chuckles a friend, "We'll be graduating before you know it." Rebbecca was always there to help you out.
Turning slightly to your right, acknowledging her attempts with a (less than) reassuring nod, you smile slightly at the gesture. She seemed to be having troubles with her own uniform, namely keeping her skirt over her heavy bottom half. Being a bit of a 'Big Girl' as she so described herself when confronted with her weight, she was pretty used to it.
Another hand at your shoulder, "Yeah CJ... we should all relax, you know?" another friend meekly points out, "Getting sweat on that uniform will only shrink it, thus making it tighter..."
And to your left was Kate who, in her own bookish way, was just as good at helping you through these sorts of situations as Becca; even if she had just as terrible luck with her uniform's buttons. Poor girl had a chest the size of the States all to herself. But the scary part was that she had even more brains than she did boobs.
"Th-Thanks guys..." you mutter slightly, keeping under the radar of the speaking Headmistress (who appeared to be quite the 'Big Girl' herself), "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Probably get beat up a lot." Becca jeered with a light jab at your arm
"Certainly not pass any of your math classes..." Kate added with a look of matronly concern
"I get it!" you whispered, only to be shushed by a cold-faced Asian women whom of which was of the same generous size as the woman speaking.
"Quiet." she hushed strictly
At the stage, three women had lined up around a podium. One, a large woman of maybe four-fifty, four-seventyfive stood in the center at the podium. Her long blonde hair cascaded downwards as it rested on a lavender suit no doubt tailor-made for an elephant. The podium was quite large, though not large enough to conceal the lardy lady lumps that the Headmistress sported, and took up a good bit of eye view.
Next to her, out of the spotlight, a young girl who looked remarkably similar to the Headmistress stood with her hands crossed over her tubby tummy as it strained against her Chubbeso uniform. Albeit being smaller in both vertical and horizontal axis, she still looked a great deal like the Headmistress. For some reason, she seemed to be looking at you anxiously... just as all the other girls had since your arrival. Wonderful.
And on the other side was a waify woman of dark complexion. Dressed in black business clothing with only a white undershirt for contrast, the seemingly arabian woman stood at perfect attention by the Headmistress' side. An odd one...
"Well ladies, erm, and CJ, I'm sure you're more than ready to get things started." the Headmistress began slowly, "So without further adieu, I present to you the former Valedictorian of the previous graduating class to give you a little insight as to how we live at Chubbeso Academy..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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