“Good morning students. I am Vice Principal Haruto Thompson. I’m commonly called Vice Principal Tom, but you may address me how you wish so long as you remember the title of my position when you do. Now, please head to your homeroom classes, as the majority of the school’s facilities won’t be available until tomorrow. Lastly, I’m looking forward to everyone enjoying their first day. I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. You only get one first impression.”

  The students had all gathered around the front steps during the Vice Principal’s speech. We all just stood there for a moment until he stepped aside and gestured to allow us in. He continued to simply stand there as we entered. Perfect stance, simple smile, and watchful eyes that scanned every student that passed him. It was then I noticed that Vice Principal Thompson didn’t seem to have any keys on him. They could have been hidden in a pocket, but I didn’t see a key before, nor did I hear any jingles, and there didn’t seem to be any key-shaped bundles on his clothes.

  “How did he open the door?” I asked in a whisper hoping only Alice would hear. We had been the first to enter and there were many other students moving about, which is why I was shocked to see the Vice Principal turn his head just enough to catch my eyes in the corner of his. Unfortunately, that’s when my own stride was stopped by Alice who had stopped in the middle of the hall. I tried to apologize before seeing what had stopped Alice.

  Find this and other great novels on the author's preferred platform. Support original creators!

  There at the end of the hall where the path split into two more hallways, two flights of stairs, and two open entries for bathrooms stood two people. A man and a woman. The man was taller than the already towering woman. They wore seemingly heavy coats made of dark leather with bright metal buttons. They had hard expressions on their face and stood the same stance as the Vice Principal did. Remembering for a moment I turned back to see that the front door was closed and only other students were in the hallway, also looking at the pair ahead.

  “Report to your homeroom now.” The man boomed, “Lollygagging is not appreciated.”

  “Lollygagging?” A boy said stepping forward, “Who the hell still says lollygagging?”

  “We do.” The woman also boomed, “Now cease your lollygagging, and report to your homeroom.”

  “Ha!” The boy laughed. He was average height and build, with jet black hair, and he seemed to have some kind of aura around him. He stepped closer to the man, “And just what the hell are you going to-”

  The man punched him. More than punched him. The speed was so fast that only his fist hanging in the air where the boy’s face was a moment ago was the only evidence of the movement. The boy was sent flying down the hallway.

  “That.” the man returned to stance, “Now report to your homeroom. Before we make you. Now!”

  The crowd started to move in different directions. I checked my schedule as I also moved down the hall opposite of where the boy was still lying.