Rated M for language. Violence and Sexual Scenes will probably hit PG-16 at the most.
School MapThe School has 5 floors, a basement and an attic.
Students do not know what the basement and attic look like.
RoomsRoom 201 - Jack "Jackie" Turner
Room 202 -
Aislinn "Ash" Morrigan Winters
Room 203 - Rebecca "Becca" Marie Wilton
Room 205 - Lucinda Kay
Room 206 - Georgina "Gina" Wright
Room 209 - Narissa "Rissa" Pardo
Room 211 - Samantha "Sammy" Adrian Masters
Room 213 - Rozaria Winter Cross
Room 214 - Ryou-Kyou "Rukyo" Kazehina Eirin Houjuu
Room 215 - Cecelia "Cece" Ilona
Third Floor:Room 302 - Dave "Bro" Greis Thompson
Room 303 -
Room 305 - C. William "Will" Joesph Johnson
Room 306 - Daniel Alexander Henney
Room 309 - Shayne "Shay" Matthew Roberts
Room 311 - Remington "Remy" Walters
Room 312 - Travis Gregory
Room 314 -
Room 315 - Viktor "Drago" Procezenkov
School Rules1. Students must be in uniform Mon-Fri, and on special occasions.
2. Students curfew is 11 PM, Lights out is midnight.
3. Girls may not be on the 3rd floor, and boys may not be on the 2nd floor
4. No student is to be in the garden from 10 PM-6 AM
5. The basement and attic is forbidden.
6. No students may leave campus under any circumstance.
Failure to follow these rules will result in punishment and possible expulsion.
Student DeathsJames Connors
Aislinn "Ash" Morrigan Winters
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It was a new school year at West Hills High. As usual, the student body had shrunk, but more unsuspecting students had joined this year. Headmistress Gelda had gone through the orientation, explaining rules, assigning rooms and schedules, making sure no nosy parents stuck around. She sat in her office, studying areas of the school from a glowing glass orb on her desk. The students were all moving in and wandering from room to room, meeting each other. Grelda thought back to when she was a student at the dreaded school. No one had greeted her. No one had tried to be her friend. Scowling, she pushed away the crystal ball and picked up the ancient phone on her desk. Punching a few numbers, Grelda waited impatiently for the cook, Daphne to pick up.
“Hello?” Daphne said, her voice low as always.
“You’re making the special stew?” Gelda asked, straight to the point.
“Yes, yes. I added everything you requested,” Daphne said in a low whisper.
“Speak up,” Gelda snapped, “You sound like Weaver with all that whispering.”
“Anyway, excellent. I don’t need these brats contacting their mummies and daddies all the time. Make sure everyone is served, Daphne. I’ll ring the dinner bell soon.”
With that, Gelda slammed the phone down. Walking over to the bookshelf in her office, Gelda got down a golden horn of sorts. She brought the instrument to her lips and began to make an announcement.
“Hello?” As she spoke, her filled the school, as if coming out of imaginary speakers placed everywhere. The school had no PA system of any sort, but most
students were too nervous and excited to notice.
“Attention students!” Filled with false cheeriness, Gelda’s voice sounded very different from before. “This is your Headmistress Gelda speaking. In 20 minutes you will hear the dinner bell. Everyone will report to the cafeteria. Everyone must come to dinner, or there will be punishment. As a reminder, Girls and Boys are the stay on the floor their rooms are. I hope you all will have a wonderful school year! This is your Headmistress Gelda.” Gelda put the instrument back on the self, and decided she should check up on the stew. She didn’t need Daphne screwing it up. She locked the door, mumbling some nonsense to herself, then headed down the elevator.