Board Thread:Fanfiction/@comment-24071055-20170916042825/@comment-24071055-20170916052016

Hope's Peak Academy.

The most prestigious school in all of Japan.

It felt like just last month when I was standing in front of these very gates, desperately wishing to be let in. I wished I was different. I wished I was... special.

None of those feelings changed, or got any better. Well, that's what I would've been saying if I hadn't recieved that letter that day...

Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself! I'm Emiko Enomoto, an Eevee. Yes, that's a lot of the letter "e".

Back to what I was talking about, June 28th was the day I recieved that fateful letter. I remember the contents of it quite clearly.

"Dear Emiko Enomoto,

You have been selected to attend Hope's Peak Academy in our yearly raffle of high school students across the country. As such, you have been gifted with the title of Super High School Level, often abbreviated as SHSL, Good Luck. We hope to see you at the school on September 1st, 8:00 A.M., the beginning of our school year.

Best wishes, Hope's Peak Academy Staff."

I was ecstatic. I was exuberant. I was excited. So many words, even ones not beginning with the letter "e", could be used to describe me that day.

What I should have been was horrified...

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I stood up to the gates on September 1st. Those broad, intimidating gates felt small after they opened and I realized just how enormous Hope's Peak Academy really was.

My legs tensed up. I could feel my body trying to fight back against going inside. "Just live your normal life." My brain told me.

I wouldn't let my body stop me. This was a big step forward for me. For my family. I only wish I had made that choice to listen to my gut feeling.

To stop myself from going inside. To live my normal life. Then, maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't have worked out the way they did...

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Stepping inside the building made it feel less threatening than it looked from the outside. It was as empty as a ghost town. Devoid of all life and emotion.

I glanced at the clock. "Ah, that must be it. It's 7:30, the initiation starts at 8. Well, better get a move on."

As soon as I took another step forward... my vision just blurred. "W-What the...?" My surroundings turned from a normal school hallway to a stew of distortion and colors.

"I... I..." And that was the last thing I could recall before passing out.