Shame
A writer that has lost her words
Setting: It is late summer, August 12th, the first day of the school year. The air is hot, but a light breeze is sweeping across the mountain to make the temperature more tolerable. It is a sunny morning, only just 9am, with a few clouds dotting the blue sky. The screams of cicadas call from the trees with periodic interjections of loud hoots from unseen owls.
Location: Auditorium
With: Everyone
Location: Auditorium
With: Everyone
Calculating brown eyes slid over the students sitting in the Auditorium as if trying to memorize each and every excited face in the packed seats. Mae could tell that they were getting restless, anxious to just get this whole orientation thing over with. The returning students had heard all of this before, so many probably wondered why this was mandatory for them while some of the Ras and the students that had stayed over the summer were excused from the event to usher more students into the Auditorium. The new students were probably nervous, having been escorted to their seats as soon as they had arrived, their luggage taken from them and replaced with their dorm key, a school map, and their class schedule. They hadn’t even had time to explore, meet their roommates, see their new rooms, or make new friends. They had simply been dropped off at the front gate and guided toward the Main Building.
If they were nervous, she was definitely nervous, but Mae hid it well on her solemn face. This was only her second year as Headmistress (though she had helped her father with the school for years before). Her brown eyes moved from the students to the teachers stationed in the back row. Most of them, she knew, we're still unsure of her. They didn't like how young she was or how different she was from the previous Headmaster. She shrugged to herself, an almost imperceptible gesture in her dark burgundy kimono. She had decided during her first year not to care what they thought of her so long as they did their job, but it was one thing to decide something and another to enact it.
As the students finished settling in, her eyes moved to look upward toward the rafters. Sitting on one of them was a small shape, draped in a cloak resembling the form of an owl. Mae couldn't see her face from the stage, but she just knew Fukurou was grinning underneath her hood. All these new students meant new pranks, new gossip, new naïve victims to give her sweets.
Mae sighed and returned her gaze to the students, deciding that they had waited long enough. She stepped onto the stage and took her place behind a tall dark podium. She adjusted the microphone and took a moment to catch the students’ attention and take a deep breath.
"I am," She began, her soft voice resounding through the Auditorium and silencing all chatter, "Headmistress Mae Nakahara and I welcome you all to another year here at Mt. Fukurou Academy for the Gifted."
Mae paused, maybe for dramatic effect, her stern gaze sweeping across her audience once more.
"I encourage you all to partake in sports, make new friends, join clubs, get jobs, and most importantly be safe,” she enunciated the word sharply.
“I'd also like to remind you all of the most significant rules of the Academy. Fighting is allowed only within The Cage. Use of magic against another student is allowed only within The Cage. Non-humanoid students are only allowed off school grounds in disguise. And the most crucial rule is that no one must ever, ever discover the true nature of this Academy,” She continued, her last sentence resounding through the Auditorium as she paused again. A few of the students murmured to each other
"The human world is not kind to those that are different, those that are special, so this school masquerade as a gifted academy and you as human students. We have a very strict no visitor policy here, and we have protected our secret for over two hundred years. This is a safe place for you all, and I hope, I sincerely hope, that Mt. Fukurou can become like a home to you and your fellow students like family."
The Headmistress returned her eyes to the rafters, but the Owl Imp was gone. She let out a small groan under her breath but kept her expression neutral.
"Take the weekend to explore, move into your rooms, and make friends. Your dorm number is on the key you were given with your map and your schedule. Do not lose these. If you did not receive these or have any questions, please visit the table set up just outside. Classes begin Monday morning at 9:15 am. Do not be late.” She paused, maybe for more dramatic effects.
“You are dismissed," Mae concluded, walking off the stage in a subtle fast walk and leaving the students to their own devices. She had an Imp to find before she made any trouble.
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