Student Life or The Hot Kids or Prelude To the Divide?

Before we begin. For those who forgot the Ghost Academy/ghost facility is below the supermassive academy. And no, there won't be 30 chapters of life in COMA. To me, this section of the story was the groundwork for the important shit.

On another note. I wasn't going to post this chapter but the battle I'm writing now is harder than I expected.

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Planet: Tarsonis

Year:2529

Place: Confederate Onze Masters Academy

-- 0830 - Ground floor of COMA (Confederate Onze Masters Academy) - Another week later -

"IT'S TIME! IT'S TIME! IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR THE NEW SEMESTER! AND THIS YEAR--"

"SHUT UP!" Yelled a muscular 15 year old noble, dressed in an all-black officer uniform.

"Fucking commoners. Every year it's the same shit. The confederacy get's generous, so the director hands out a few thousand scholarships. Causing these broke homeless fucks to yell-"

Broke homeless fuck1: "I FINALLY MADE IT!"

Broke homeless fuck101: "MY TIME HAS COME!"

Broke homeless fuck1001: "TODAY THE ACADEMY, TOMORROW DA WORLD!"

"Before realizing-"

"Their short, uneducated, undersized, unattractive, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Dude, you do realize you come down here to make the speech every year right?" Asked a well-developed 15-year-old Asian girl. Her hair was dyed pink, her piercing were pink. And her officer's uniform was dyed pink.

Noble boy: "Of course I do. But every year--"

"Every year. For the last two years. You've run around checking out the science girls, the engineering girls, the medical girls, the military girls. Before eventually checking out the black ops girls, who then proceed to beat you up," said the girl. Cutting him off as the two entered an elevator.

Noble boy: "Of course I do. Even the girls do it. The black-ops kids are socially awkward, very dangerous, and rumor has it. They were raised below the academy! I don't think they're hot. I just wanna know if it's true."

"Bitch please, not this nonsense again." Scoffed the girl. The elevator stopped, allowing them to step into their dormitory lounge.

"I'm telling you it's true! Anyway, give me some of your Triroids and Sento somatotropin. My parents took mine away."

"You're abusing them again!" Yelled the girl, while trying to whisper. "How many times have we told you--"

"Blah! Blah! Blah! These growth hormones and muscle drugs or whatever they're called aren't to be abused. It could be disastrous. I know...now. However, the commoners can't afford it. So I'm gonna use them to make them work for me."

Girl: "...That's actually a good idea. I'M IN!"

"GUYS! GUYS! DID YOU HEAR! DID YOU HEAR!" Yelled a small but well-developed black-haired boy. He was wearing a lab coat and on his shoulder was a badge that read Sci/milt divisions.

"Dude, we just got here," said the girl.

"COME TO BALCONY THREE!" Yelled boy.

After shoving his friends back through the elevator, the trio went up to the dormitory food court. Where hordes of people stood by the first, second, and third-floor balcony window, observing two people lying by the pool.

"What did I miss?" Asked the muscular noble.

The trio walked amongst the crowd. Led by the short black-haired noble, while he and the girl were visibly confused. The black-haired boy was beaming ear to ear.

"DUDE! They transferred black op students over. They're wearing those skin-tight uniforms and everything!"

"That's it?" sneered the muscular noble.

While rolling his eyes his friend said. "No, you idiot! They're hot. I mean because of Triroids and Sento somatotropin all military kids have muscle. But they're really hot and take three majors."

Girl: "Oh, what a surprise. Horny children checking out hot recruits."

"The guy's tall, muscular, and has grey eyes," Responded the boy.

"How tall is tall. And what shade of grey?" Asked the girl, while squinting her eyes.

"6 foot 5, year one. Muscular as all hell thirteen-year-old. With stunning light-grey eyes and the brain to boot. I would know. I saw him get exempted from a genius class."

"WE'RE GOING!" Yelled The pink-haired girl. She charged through the crowd dragging her friends along.

As they barged onto the food court balcony their eyes immediately fell on Caesar and Victoria. While he wore a white skin-tight elastic gym shirt paired with matching black pants. She wore all-black with grey stripes.

'Why are we here again?' Asked Caesar. He lay on an extended chair as he did research on his datapad. Victoria used his abs as a pillow while kicking her feet up on a chair. In her hands was also a datapad.

'We need to get used to civilians,' responded Victoria. Surrounding them were men and women, pretending to do anything as they recorded the pair.

'You just made an excuse to cuddle,' said Caesar. He glared down at a boy trying to record her ass. "You better stop before you start."

As he fled, the pair thought. 'These nobles are disgusting.' While a new trio joined them.

The muscular noble, pink-haired girl and the black-haired boy stopped in their tracks after seeing three people around the pair. '11!' They thought stepping away.

"Do you think they're interested in the rumors?" Whispered the muscular boy. While he eyed Victoria's body, his friend smiled then waved hi as the girl sprinted over to join the group.

"Who are you?" Asked a black-haired white woman with blue highlights. "Never, doesn't matter." Said the girl, glancing back towards Victoria than at Caesar.

'Do you think Kelly and the others are going through the same?' Asked Victoria, glancing away from her work to stare upon the trio above them.

'Just answer their question, POLITELY! I don't need the 11's siding with Popovich.' Said Caesar, Victoria could sense his growing irritation.

"Hi, Victoria. Can I help you?"

"Andrea Tygore the second, member of the Tygore family. My friends and I, are going to ask a few questions. Cooperate."

Victoria paused, eyeing the girl hard. Caesar let out an audible sigh before reminding her, 'You're not queen bitch anymore.'

Victoria annoyed: "Fix your attitude and I will."

Andrea: "Fine. How did you get your ass? Mine isn't developing the way I want."

Victoria: "Wha? Oh, I do a lot of squats."

Caesar: 'She's afraid to ask if the rumors are true.'

North: 'Oh my god. Her voice is so bland. How disappointing.' "Hi, North Calabas. Rumor has it black op students come from an academy below, is that true?"

Victoria: "Why would that be true?"

Andrea: "A few years back, some boys heard an elevator drop then gunshots from down below. Ever since then, there've been hearing rumors about the black ops--"

"Hi. Samual Williams, sorry to interrupt. I saw you and your friend in the genius office. And couldn't help but wonder what undergraduates or graduates you took?" Said the black-haired noble. He and the boys sighed seeing her stare at Caesar.

'Just tell him you're not interested?' Said Caesar. Victoria pinched his thigh while saying. 'Why don't you tell the girls?'

"Can you tutor me? My parents expect me to complete grade ten this year?" Said the 14-year-old Andrea.

"Sure." Said Caesar, smiling up at her. 'We tutor on the side?'

'That'll help us to identify people of value. And give us spending money,' Finished Victoria.

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#AN: If you're still wondering. Being average is an insult to Confederate Nobles. So although she's 14 in grade 10 that's not good enough for an 11. #