1 First Term: Arrival

July's POV:

There they were. The gates of Virgin Hills Boarding School. The marvelous white brick wall was only separated by this copper-colored swinging gate. There was already a crowd outside so my driver stopped on the opposite side of the road and helped me unload. I bid him farewell and pulled my suitcase towards the gate. My eyes were wide with awe at the size of the building behind the gate. It kinda resembled the White House in appearance, with the pillars supporting the balcony above the entrance and the massive flag pole in the middle of the fountain in front. Just no USA flag waving from it, but a deep blue one with the emblem of the school, a white shield-like crest with pinkish, red ribbons around it, and the letters 'V' and 'H' emblazoned on it in the same dark blue of the flag. The crowd outside was as fascinating as the school building itself.

The first to catch my eye were two black guys that seemed to resemble the most prominent stereotypes of black guys you get. One was tall and muscular with a bald shaved head and thick black sunglasses on his nose. The sleeveless shirt showed his bulging bicep off quite well and was so tight you could see his abs through it. The other one was short and slim, with his hair in dreadlocks and tied in a ponytail. He had a massive gold necklace dangling around his neck and wore a very baggy pair of pants along with an oversized jumper.

They were talking to two blonde girls. The two of them looked almost identical. Long slender legs that ended in tartan skirts. Or maybe what you could call more of a belt than an actual skirt. The crop tops were the only thing setting them apart since one wore a gray one while the other wore a white one. Even from here, I could tell none of them wore a bra, though. If I had to describe their looks in one word, I'd choose 'Barbie'.

I internally frowned on myself. Here I was talking about stereotypes when I was pretty much the stereotypical redhead. My straight, ginger hair was combed down over my right shoulder where it reached just below my c-cup breasts. My pale face was littered with freckles that reached down my neck to my shoulders and my baby-blue eyes. I always hated those, to be honest. They made me look so incredibly soft. The sharp, piercing green eyes my sister and my dad shared were so much more interesting.

I ended up just standing at the edge of the crowd and letting my gaze wander. Many of them matched your typical bunch of high school students. Girls and boys in similar numbers. All kinds of hair or skin colors. A wide variety of clothes and styles.

Another pair of people caught my eye in particular though. Two girls this time again. Both of them were similar in size and build. One was dressed in a tight red shirt and black pants that ended just below her knees. The other one is in a black skirt and a pink hoodie. Her headphones were quite funny, though, as they had cat ears attached to them on the top. They both had mostly white hair that was black at the base but while one had it tied into a ponytail the other wore it kind of side bob. Guessing they both were related wasn't hard.

It was then that the gate opened, and two men walked towards us. One was wearing a dark blue suit along with a pinkish red button-up and a white tie, while the other wore a pinkish red jacket and a dark blue shirt along with white dress pants, and also no shoes. They were also accompanied by a woman in a very tight blue pencil skirt and a white blouse that was thin enough that you could see the outline of her bra through it. She wore a pinkish-red scarf around her neck too.

The man in the blue suit looked a lot younger than the other one and let his eyes wander the crowd before he began to speak, "Welcome you all to Virgin Hills. My name is Kaycee Ryder, but you may call me principal Ryder or headmaster Ryder. These two people besides me will be your homeroom teachers for this year. Seeing as there were so many applications, it's better to split it up a bit at least, so no teacher has to handle all of you alone outside of class."

With that, he made way for the man to step forward, "My name is Drew Dearborn, but please just call me Drew. I'm not a fan of formalities. I will also be your English teacher for this year."

He didn't say much, but I immediately knew which one I would want to have as a homeroom teacher. His voice was so calm and warm. Almost like you picture your friendly grandfather talking to you in your mind. The way he always had a smile on his face also made him seem like the most gentle soul ever.

When the woman stepped forward, her voice was way different, commanding, and strict, "My name is Jade Holland, but please refer to me as Miss Holland at any time. I will be your sex education teacher, and I expect nothing but your best behavior and effort in my classes."

When her eyes wandered over the crowd and stopped at me for a second, I froze. She adjusted her glasses and I could almost feel her undressing me. The people standing closest to me shuddered too, which I guess is a good indicator of them feeling the same.

"Come on in. It's time to get you settled in before classes start on Monday." the principal exclaimed again and motioned for us to follow inside.

The school grounds were stunning. There was a huge sign with the school's name written on it on the right-hand side, while a pond was to the left with a few ducks and swans swimming inside. The whole building was in perfect white which made it seem like solid marble. As soon as we got into the entrance hall, we were met by a lobby that had a receptionist table in it. Above that was a screen and the staircase leading up was parted around it.

"This is the entrance hall. From here you can access the rest of the main building. The main building houses the classrooms as well as the teacher's offices and the headmaster's office. There is also a library here for research." Mr. Dearborn explained. "Please get your school uniforms from the receptionist, and then I and Miss Holland will show you to your corresponding dorms."

School uniforms. Finally.

Don't get me wrong. I like to wear my style of clothes. I was all for the expression of your mind and all that. The uniforms were something that showed perfectly what this school stood for, though. When you applied here, they never asked you for a gender. Instead, they asked you what gender you were associating with. If I was, for example, feeling like a boy, I would get to wear the male uniform. However, that also meant I would go to the guy's dorms and needed to use the guy's lockers and toilets and stuff. If a guy wanted to be seen as a girl, it would be the other way around. It was also perfect because a guy could also not be sneaky and say 'yeah I feel like a girl' to snoop into your dorms and stuff because that would also mean wearing the female uniform with a skirt and all.