With Your Sort

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Should I make the chapters longer? I keep feeling as if they're too short ;-; anyway, if u want to, enter in this contest:

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-Stinky Armpit (O_O)/~~~~

September 1, 2019

I settle down into a chair in the huge autotourium. One hundred girls accepted each year, 99 other girls in this room with Colors beyond my imagination. Sitting next to me is the girl from room 118, Sue Larson. Her sandy blonde hair was tied into a messy bun and she was wearing a plain gray hoodie with skinny jeans. From what I could tell, she had a great body. Sitting next to her made me feel more fat then I already do.

The other seat beside me, on the right, is unoccupied. I tried looking for Aviendha but with no such luck. I've only managed to keep my ears open for rumors.

"Um, hello? Can I sit here?" I look up to see a girl standing awakwardly in front of the empty seat beside me. I swallow, heart pounding in my chest.

"Uh... y-yeah...?" I respond. Wonderful, I think, i've already made a fool of myself! The girl sat down next to me, and I realized she smelled of vanilla. "I'm Leah, by the way."

"Hi, Macey. I mean— I don't mean you're Macey. I'm Macey and I was telling you..." Macey, apparently, groans lightly before shaking her head and starting over. "I'm Macey, room 516."

"Oh. Cool. I'm room 107," I add. Her eye sparkle.

"Three colors, then? I saw your door... has anyone bullied you about it yet?" She questions.

"...No?" I respond. Nodding, Macey places a hand on her lap.

"Everyone on my floor is really strong. Some even in the ones section—" I don't understand what's so powerful about the ones "—and they think I'm just some extra! There are plenty of other sevens, a few ones, too! They automatically assume that I'm weak! I'm plenty powerful!"

"Oh?" I muse. Her face pales.

"I- I don't mean that as braging! I was just saying— UGH!" She buried her face in her hands, and I giggled lightly.

"It's okay. Looks, I'm pretty new to this entire thing. Is it okay if I could ask some, uh, questions?" I ask.

"Of course! What do you need to know?" Macey asked immediately. I bit my lip.

"What do you mean when you say 'ones?' A- and what's a average amount of colors? How come I am considered 'few?'" I blurt. Macey stares at me for a minute before laughing.

"How come you know nothing?" She wonders. My face goes red in embarrassment.

"My Zaza only trained me in strengthening AEGEAN, so I don't know much else." I explain.

"Dayum. So you're basically Harry Potter?" She doesn't give me a time to respond. "Meet me at room 516 at 6 o'clock sharp. I'll be your Hagrid." Before I could retort, the principal of the school was on the podium and talking to us all without the use of a microphone.

"Hello girls, I'm Principal Yashati. We are gathered here today to welcome you to Morctale Academy for the Chosen. I know that you have all recently heard of the Rioters and that has caused much trouble throughout the school, but I assure you that with our classes and training, you will be able to survive against them. As you know, Color Classes are from four to seven, and regular courses are chosen by yourself. Please make it on time to your classes, for the punishment is... unique.

"I would like to remind every girl here to train for the Battles which are held every Sunday. This is voluntary, and East Wings cannot, under any circumstances, participate for the first four Sundays." These words caused mumuring to ripple through the crowd. I groaned inwardly— another thing I didn't know. As I looked towards Macey, she nodded and gave me a thumbs up. Dunno what that means, but I'm taking it as 'I got your back.'

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I don't understand what the reason of having no elevators was. Sure, I'm generally fit and it's practically a breeze for me to walk up and down five floors, but what if there are girls in this school who can't? Blind girls, disabled girls, girls with asthma?

Someone flew up the stairs.

The stair case was big... at least ten meters across spiraling into a seemingly endless wonder. It was placed at the entrance, to the left of the main common room. I found out that every floor has a common room ranging from different colors. The spiral stairs are a caramel color with black railings.

Someone just flew up the stairs— before stopping and waiting. This girl had wings to use as a form of flight. Gleaming white feathers with black tips at the very end. The wing spans had to be around 4 meters, taking up lots of space. The wings themselves were so great that I could barely see the person in whom they belong to.

Then, suddenly the feathered wings were gone and a tiny blonde girl was in their place. The girl turned around— standing at 162 centimeters with her honey blonde hair shaved at the sides and wavy at the top and pericings on her eyebrow, nose, lip, and all over her ears. On her ears they were small black pearls where the common peircing would be, and the top section of her ears there were tiny sapphires that matched her left eye. Her right eye was an sapphire blue on the top and a emerald green at the bottom half— which explains the emerald ring in her right eyebrow. Her lip peircing was a simple, black metal hoop. Her face and cheeks were round but she had a sharp jawline. Long neck, stable shoulders, hourglass body shape. She was gorgeous to say the least.

"You can't fly?" She asks. I look at her, baffled.

"And you can?!" I exclaim.

"A lot of people placed on the higher floors has some sort of Color to make transportation easier— you meeting someone, then?" She asks. I could tell that she took this moment to examine me.

Porcelain skin with dark freckles, no acne or anything like that, long legs and arms with no chest, as well as curly, fiery red hair that stops at my waist. Big, black eyes to go with my button nose, blossom lips, sharp features.

"You're pretty," She comments. My mouth opens, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, um— thanks." I mutter. She nods, hand on her hip. "I- I'm uh visiting, for your information... Macey, room 516."

The girls face screws up. "Macey Denning, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well, if she kills you, I'm room 508. Don't be afraid to scream." And then she points toward the room. It read:

Room 508

Reed Battaglia

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I nodded at it, lips pressed together. As she opened her door, she didn't allow me a glimps. "I'm Reed, and you?"

"Leah."

"See ya, Leah."