The Arrival
*******CHAPTER THREE
Your sleep was going smoothly until you were jostled awake by the red headed girl.
“Hey...You gotta get up. The plane landed” She yawned, probably affected by the early flight. It was now 10:37. You frowned at your phone, put it in your pocket and headed off the Polish plane. Outside, there were tons of other planes. You realized that the one you disembarked from had a polish flag in it. As you scoped around, you saw one with a Scottish flag, another with the Japanese flag, the American flag and even the Hungarian flag in planes lined up across the runway. The planes were all small, and there was one big one...The Russian one. It had to hold about 50-60 on it. As you watched, another plane, the French one, flew overhead and students waved down. You covered your eyes to keep the sun out as you watched them land.
“Excuse me miss/mister you need to get inside!” A British woman called “Standing on the runway is very dangerous! I should know. I was your pilot today by the way!” She smiled and as your eyes adjusted, you saw her uniform. She looked very nice in the pristine, white outfit. Her hair was pulled back and her sleeves were rolled up messily. “Well come on then! Don't just stand there! Bloody hell, are you trying to get killed?” She began to rant but you kept moving until you got to the conveyer belt where the bags would be rotating. She went away, jogging to catch up to another pilot who had a water bottle in one hand and a Red Bull in the other. You watch closely for your bags. You labeled all four of them with f/c duct tape before you left. Soon, you spotted your blue bag first with the little rollie one following right behind. You watched as other students snatched their age from the belt and ran off to find their rooms or a restaurant to eat. Finally, your last two bags rounded the corner. The London themed bag looked squished and the yellow one your mother let you borrow was as neon as ever, burning into your eyes as you lifted it up. Now, you only had two rolling suitcases and the other two would have to be strapped to them. You out both of your backpack straps on instead of keeping one hanging off your shoulder, and took the two rollers. With one in each hand, guiding the four suitcases through the small airport, you eventually made it but not before dropping the small London bag and the plastic side cracking. ~Damn it!~ you mentally scream ~I literally just got that!~ you pick it back up, re-strap it and angrily continue your quest to the main building. Staff were all outside dressed in neon colored blazers, black pants and dress shoes. The colors were to help you know who was helping. You watched teachers and other staff go by. One with dark curly hair rested his elbow on a shorter, angrier man who was yelling in a foreign language. You watched as another man slept on a bench with a cat in his stomach. Lastly, a woman was smacking a very pale man on the arm while he laughed. ~These people seem odd...I'll just have to get to know them huh?~
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You were assigned to your plane group. Your baggage was taken from you and sent up in an elevator before you could protest. Now you were waiting, among other groups, for the teachers to be announced. You heard many names and saw many faces, trying to memorize the men and women as they came by.
Veneziano and Lovino Vargas, Alfred F. Jones, Natalia Arlovskaya, Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt, Feliks Łukasiewicz-
That's him! That's your teacher! Or your group leader.
“Like, hello guys! It is great to be seeing you!” He called over the voice announcing the names “Okay we’re going to be going now so say goodbye to this building cause after today it is not really going to be used besides for staff meetings and club meetings for you” your group slowly follows the man out and he takes a big gulp of fresh air
“Man it was like, so stuffy in there! Okay where to first?” He opened a map and made an excited noise before shoving t back in his pocket and yelling for them all to come along “We’re going to the food court first! Thank goodness we are! We get to have lunch first before everyone else then!” Everyone picked their pace up at the mention of food and Mr. Łukasiewicz pointed things out as the went along.
“That big one, right there- No there- is the dorm you girls will be staying in! And the one next to it is the boys! Or is it the other way around. I don't care!” They came to a fork in the sidewalk and almost went left instead of straight. There was a shout of ‘I know where I'm going!’ From Mr. Feliks before they finally made it to the food court. It was a three story building shaped like a cylinder that was squished a bit. There were even tables on the roof, just like in the animes you watched back at home. Hopefully you would have time to watch them here too. You got yourself a sandwich with //// and //// which could not have tasted better. The bread was fresh and they grew all the veggies here and only imported some if they had to.
“There are like, six greenhouses here on our island. One is reserved just for tomatoes!” The Polish man laughed as if we all didn't get the joke, or we just truly didn't. Either way, he thought the tomato greenhouse was hilarious. He said something about someone named Antonio as he laughed, whoever that was must be a pretty great. After brunch, they had to walk around more. For the next three hours they walked around campus, only stopping for Feliks to run up to another group leader and ask him something. The other man visibly sighed and undid his ponytail, handing the hair tie to the blond who smiled from ear to ear as he put his hair in a small bun at the back of his head. He kissed the other man on the cheek and continued showing the group around. The gym was huge, the three classroom buildings were even bigger and the dorms were all a bit excessive. The room keys were given to everyone and they all set off to find their proper room. The keys had the floor number on them, but not the room number so it took almost a half an hour to find your room. Everyone has their own so there is no worrying about sharing. Your room is the separation room. That means yours is in the middle of the boys side of the two massive buildings and the girls side. ~Perfect~ you think ~Just perfect~ as you enter your room, you find your bags on the bed and a piece of paper positioned on top. With coder inspection, you find that it it of course a packet with eight pages and not a single page. It's your schedule. You take it with you downstairs and meet Mr. Łukasiewicz in the Dorm Lobby.
“Alright everyone! This is where we part! I'm going to meet you here in this spot at 9:45 in the morning tomorrow so be ready! Cause like, I'm not waiting for you” he smiled and said goodbye before everyone went their separate ways. He met back up with that man from earlier and another woman with pigtails. You went back to your room to see your schedule to find that your it was the craziest thing you have ever seen. Every day, you have four different classes…
Monday Schedule
Period 1
Teacher(s) : Bonnefoy, Francis
Subject: Drama
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Period 2
Teacher(s): von Bock, Eduard
Subject: Mathematics
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You could not be more confused. Why was your schedule like this? How would you remember? You still have your fourth hours for every day to choose since those would be electives! You fall back onto the sheetless bed and sigh. How are you even going to survive the first week without getting lost!? You decide to pull the map back out since you’re getting hungry and want to find a cafe or just somewhere to eat that isn't a twenty minute walk from your room. You decide to just go back to the food court, despite the walk, since you know how to get back from there at least. As you walk, you a few familiar faces. Some from the plane, a couple from the food court and even some familiar teachers from earlier too. You continue over the bridge, past two of the greenhouses and into a garden. There are roses and lilies and sunflowers all growing in harmony...Probably not for long though because the temperatures were dropping.
“Hello there!” A voice from behind you said calmly “Can I help you?”
“N-no! I’m sorry! The flowers just looked so pretty and I wanted to see them-”
“No big deal! I love looking at them too. Back in Russia it is quite hard to grow flowers like these since it is always cold” You turned to see an extremely tall man with pale skin, pale hair and violet eyes. His scarf covered his neck and his neon blazer was draped over his arm, probably not wanting to wear the hideous thing anymore.
“Yeah the temperatures back in /// sometimes prevent us from growing things too...It kinda sucks”
“Hmm. Well that's just weather for you then da? I’m Mr. Braginsky, one of the modern literature teachers here is you could not tell by this neon piece of cloth. You will probably not have me until your junior year here” You nod. Something about him just freaks you out...Hopefully you don't end up having him…
“So where were you going before you stopped off here?” He asked sweetly, almost innocently.
“Just the food court!”
“Well I can take you then. I was going to meet my sisters there”
“Do they teach here too?”
“Da, they do. My younger sister is our teacher from Belarus and my older sister is our Ukrainian teacher. You will probably be having Miss. Chernenko this year. She is one of the health teachers. Very sweet woman.” You two chat for a bit on the way to the food court and you learn that Mr. Braginsky does not really miss Russia, he wants to visit the Philippines and he has a passion for sunflowers. He seems like such a sweet guy! But he just has a creepy aura around him that just keeps you on edge. As you enter the food court you see a ton of neon jackets. Staff are everywhere. They’re explaining rules, answering questions, chatting and some are just eating dinner happily together. You said goodbye to the Russian and made your way to the buffet before you. There were signs everywhere, some in different languages, that explained what things were. There were vegan options, dairy free, gluten free, sugar free and pretty much everything free. Then there were country flag above sections. Under the American flag, there were burgers, fries, fried chicken, and chicken salad (Which you may or may not have a soft spot for!). Under the Swedish flag there were meatballs of all sorts, soups, and some cuts of fish ~Ooo! Is that salmon~ you think as you pass by ~I think I’ll try that another day though~. You decided on the spaghetti from the Italian section with some of that chicken salad from the American section (Because maybe you really enjoy that damn salad!) and plop down at a table by yourself. As you twirl the past onto your fork someone sits across from you. Once again, in one of those horrid, neon jackets. You feel like sighing. The time difference is jacking you up, you want to eat your salad and pasta in peace before you trudge back to the dorms alone. But no, now you have to socialize. Usually you enjoyed talking to anyone and everyone you could, but at the moment all you wanted to do was go over your schedule and sleep. You looked up anyway to see one of the teachers from earlier. You found yourself staring at him, he was super white and had snow white hair. His red eyes were looking into your e/c ones. He chuckled before stating
“I’m albino” and realization dawned on you and you immediately felt bad. He probably did not enjoy being stared-
“It’s cool though! I get that reaction a lot! Don't feel bad” He laughed a very odd sounding laugh and held his hand out “I’m Gilbert! I’ll be your weight room instructor! You’re technically supposed to call me Mr. Beilschmidt, but I think that's too formal” You shake his hand and smile back at him
“I’m y/n but I also go by ///”
“/// has a nice ring to it ja? Tell me a bit about yourself! I can tell you’re a freshman here at this place. You have that deer-in-the-headlights look on your face kesesesese~” And so you go ahead and tell him where you’re from, what it was like living there and you even end up talking about your family too.
“Oh man that sounds cool! I teach here with my little brother, Ludwig! He’s that guy right there, the blond one who’s taller than everyone!” You look to where he was pointing to see the muscular man the German was talking about. His blond hair was slicked back and he was chatting with another man, shorter with chestnut colored hair while being unaware of your observation.
“He’s your younger brother?”
“Ja! He’s a beast right! Man, he’s taller than the awesome me as well! I taught him everything he knows. I’m pretty much his mom” The albino smiled proudly as you turned back to him in favor of awkwardly staring at his brother. A bell chimed and a woman came over the speaker.
“The food court will be closing in 10 minutes. Please clean up any messes and return to your dormitories. The food court will open again at 5:30 tomorrow morning. Thank you” and the bell chimed again and everyone began to pack up.
“Well I guess I gotta be going now…” You saw his gaze land on another man across the room. The man was fixing his hair while a woman with flowers in her hair laughed at him being all flustered. He was a short man with glasses and raven black hair. Said hair was sticking up and he war frantically trying to get it out of his face. You saw the albino smirk and before you could say anything, he got up and left while calling “Tschüss!!” over his shoulder. What a day this has been. Guess the only place you can go now, is back to the dorms.