butcherpuppy

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  "AHHHHH"

  *thump*

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  Opening my eyes I find myself ying on my dormitory room floor after falling from the bed, the tight neckband wrapped around my thin neck still letting off a slight heat. Hurridly uncsping the neckband I let it fall to the floor as I struggle to catch my breath, I know I am currently having a panick attack but I can't focus on calming myself down after what I just experienced.

  The vivid sensation of dirt under my feet, the smell of moss and decay, the feeling of the rough coarse bark when I touched it... t-the pain... It all felt so real. How am I possibly in this cramped dormitory room again after going through all of that. What even was that creature anyway?! A green ugly oversized mutant, the smile that seems to be drilled into my brain.

  Slowly catching my breath I calm my shaking extremeties and head to the familiar bathroom before jumping into the sitting red stained cold water from before.

  *haah* *haah* *pheew*

  The cold chill snaps me back to focus as my rationality comes back to me, sitting for a moment I let the tension fade away before unplugging the drainplug and regainging my composure. Stepping out of the bath I use one of the rough oddly smelling towels hanging on the towel rack beside the door and dry my body.

  Back indide the room I slowly begin to dress myself using the least 'girly' underwear before reaching for the medical supplies on the nightstand. Wiping the anti-septic / herbal cream over the new and old wounds I wince at the slight stinging sensation before re-wrapping the wounds in a rolled bandage. Needing to use almost three full rolls out of the avaible four I wonder where I should acquire new ones.

  Grabbing the slightly crumpled and now herbal scented white and gold school uniform I slip it over the bandages, being careful not to agitate any wounds being hidden below. Drawing the curtains I notice alot of students already walking away from the dormitory buildings I grab the key on the nightstand and step over the now bckening blood pool on the floor before locking the door behind me. Adjusting my posture to be slightly hunched so the bandages closer to my throat are harder to notice with my bck hair blocking the view I begin to walk towards the notice board near this building.

  Reaching the notice board I look for 'Anna Hukito' on the cssroom sheet and quickly found myself near the very top of Css A. I wonder what the difference between each of the csses are, I hope its not an intelligence based difference because I really won't be able to fake knowledge. *sigh*, I lower my head further and make my way to the thankfully marked cssroom. Following the signage I suddenly feel a chill in my body as my mind wondered back to what happened after the neckband incident, the visceral ripping sensation of my neck still permeates my thoughts.

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  Reaching the cssroom building marked {Cssroom Building A} I slightly open my mouth in wonder at the sheer size of the open double doors, beyond the double doors there is a marble paved hallway with a few students adorning different amounts of stripes on their shoulders. Looking for signs of the first years css A cssroom I step onto the slightly shiny marble flooring and begin to make my way into the building. Not needing to walk very far I see the sticking out sign for {Year 1 Css A} and walk towards it.

  In front of me stands a paper parchment sliding door and I gather my breath before intending to head in. Before I can open the door I feel a shove from behind me, now forcibly moved to the left of the door I look back to see a tall red haired, yellow eyed male. Without the chance to say anything to him I hear a "Get out of my way you freak" before he disappears into the cssroom, lost for words I wonder what on earth just happened before heading into the cssroom behind him.

  The cssroom consisted of an arena like yout with bench seats and desks slowly rising upwards towards the back of the css, every seat was facing a marble pedastool and some form of bckboard behind it. Looking around the cssroom I see around 15 people that have already arrived and quickly look for a seat to sit on, noticing the back middle row being retively empty I make my way to the top of the seating arrangement and plop down before resting my head inbetween my arms pced on the desk in front of me.

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  Time passes, maybe 15 minutes and still nothing has happened. Slowly losing patience I look around and see the majority of the people in this same css also starting to notice the strange silent atmosphere. Slight murmurs turn into full blown talking as no teacher seems to have appeared yet, observing closely I realise no-one has taken seat close to me or has even tried to make conversation. Not that I mind, it will be much easier this way, I can't imagine how difficult it would have been to pretend to know an old 'friend'. The cssroom slightly quiets down as a man in a robe like clothing walks in, closely follwing behind is the same familiar blonde headed girl behind him.

  Hiding inside of my arms I lower my head to make sure she doesn't notice me as I bring my eyes back to the robe wearing man now standing behind the pedastool. "E-ehem" The cssroom goes significantly quieter with only slight muttering coming from a group of three guy to the lower right of me.

  "First I would like to welcome you all to Valeria Arts Academy and also to congratute you on making it into css A, you may address me by the name written on the bckboard behind me.

  Many of you are probably wondering what this home room will entail but I will be in charge of you mutts for the next year. After the first year of study you will be allocated the time to choose your own study and subject interests for the second year.

  As all of you know, this school behind all of the gmour and rules is solely designed for military training. I know most of you are noble brats or come from some shitty company but I will only warn you once right now.

  We do NOT care about your background, you all came here to escape government mandated military training and that is all we see you as. Congratutions for escaping the hellfire and instead settling for the only thing slightly better.

  Now I know I have been talking for a little bit too long so I will end it after this announcement, todays css is freetime, get to know your fellow students. Tomorrow, training starts. Good luck mutts"

  To say my eyes were wide is an understatement, this is a military school!?! There is no way this is still the earth I know, government mandated training? for what?? I really need to get that damn ptop in my dorm room to work properly when I go back, I ck a serious amount of general understanding. What did he mean by most of us are nobles or from a company? Is this so called school some form of military holiday school for rich kids?

  Knowing that someone talking to me propably will not happen I stand up and head towards the door, slightly look back towards the css I realise most people haven't even acknowledged my existence and are still talking amongst themselves. Sighing in relief I head back towards the dormitory to get started on some much needed research.

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