Welcome to fighters high, a school for the scum and scummier. I guess I'll fit in just fine then. To be honest, as I walk into the gate leading into the school I can tell you one thing: It looks pretty damn GOOD. Like my god, the principal must be sucking the higher ups dick or something. They have a garden filled with flowers and trees that lead into a large mansion. Are you sure this even is a school?
As I enter the line that leads to a desk in front of the school taking registrations, I'm greeted with a kind welcoming,
"I've heard of poor and poorer, but who let the poorest in here?"
The line bursts out in laughter. To be honest, I would too, except they're laughing at me. I'm already put at the lower end of the hierarchy, so working my way up is already gonna be a pain. The only way to prevent further lowering is to respond with a comeback.
"That's a lot coming from a guy who hasn't achieved anything without his papa's hand holding,"
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I retort. He laughs as he walks away, but before doing so, he turns to the people in the line, and states
"I like this guy, let's save him for last!"
This guy is gonna be trouble, I'm sure he's also been doing some of that dick sucking along with the principal. Despite wanting to, I really want to put this guy four feet under, but I also don't want to have to wait in this line again.
[1 hour later]
Bruh how am I not even halfway through this line, I must have been here for at least five days!
[1 hour and 10 minutes later]
This is too much, this must be what it feels like to be traveling through the desert for centuries with no water.
[1 hour and 12 minutes later]
The guy in front of me in this putrid line asks me whether I was okay. Needless to say, I wanted to refrain from clocking him.
[2 hours later]
"Name?"
As I slowly look up, I see my savior: the man working at the front desk. I respond,
"I'll be named anything for you... my prince."
With a confused look, the many gives up and hands me the paper. He says,
"Take it to the exam area when you're done."
As I walk away from the desk, I realize one thing: Where the fuck is the exam area?