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High School Hell

By: Sombra112

Chapter 1: Welcome

If you go south down Main Street, leave the city, and drive ten miles, you reach Hinazuka Institute. It's a small facility with only 500 or so students in the middle of an enchanting forest. There's a dress code, a strict code of conduct, and teachers with the highest qualifications. There's also a boarding house, a cafeteria that serves three meals a day, and a prison system in the basement.

For Hinazuka's full name is The Hinazuka Institute for Delequent Teenagers. But the students there have another name for it. They call it:

High School Hell.

For, although the brochure is nice and pretty and very convincing, it leaves out a few details.

For example:

The electric barbed wire fence surrounding the complex.

The mystery meat served on Fridays, truely is a mystery.

The boarding houses creak and groan and leak and the A/C and heater are always broken.

The teachers there have permission to punish, even physically, straight from the government.

There are no visiting hours and letters home are searched and read before being mailed.

Detention doesn't exsist. Instead, you go right to ISS. Hints: the prison system underground. If you're bad enough, you get thrown in solitary confinement.

Showers only last 5 minutes and the water is never hotter than luke-warm, if your lucky.

The building's color scheme is gray and grudgy gray and some sort of sick looking yellow that looks like it might have been white once upon a time.

Every month a bus enters and another bus leaves.

Each bus only ever has two or three students. Because Hinazuka is the last resort for delequents and the only ones who leave are the ones who graduate.

The class schedule, as the brochure says, is varying and instructive.

Mondays: The students study math in the morning and anger managment in the evening.

Tuesdays: Science in the morning and group therapy in the evening.

Wednesdays: Social Studies in the morning and single therapy in the evening.

Thurdays: Language Arts in the morning and the least favorite lesson with Manners Mistress in the evening.

Fridays: PE in the morning and sex education in the evening.

Saturdays: The day when the students perform manual labor. How much depends on your behavior during the week. Every thing from cleaning to rock cutting for gravel roads.

Sundays: The day off, when the student could do as they please.

To graduate one had to make at least a 30 on their semester grades. It had been normal standards but when it proved that no one was passing, they lowered it.

Such a place could only ever spawn hate and choas. The students who got out never made a thing of their lives and the teachers were corrupt and vile.

It was the only school that was completely government funded.

And the only school that was never checked to make sure things ran correctly.

The teachers, after time, became abusing and cruel, the guards were arogent and thugs, and the principle kept up a shiny facade of a nice institute to help the delenquents get back on track, when he knew of the horrible things being done under his nose.

I know.

I went to High School Hell and became a graduate. I had one thought in mind when I decided to pass the classes and leave. That was:

To shut the place down.

No kid deserved High School Hell no matter how delequent they were.

See, I'm not like the other kids there.

I wasn't a delequent. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people.

The day my friends betrayed me, the day I got sent to Hell, the very moment the judge banged that little hammer and sealed my fate was the day I swore to get out. I didn't belong to Hell but no one listened to me, so I found myself-like so many others before me-sitting inside the hot metal bus, with my hands cuffed, on my way to Hinazuka Institute.

Kagome didn't say a word but looked out the dirty window to the landscape that passed before her eyes. The dark trees under a dark and bitter sky which was pouring down rain in a way that reflected her inner termoil.

Hinazuka Institute.

That's were she was going. A school for hopeless delequent cases.

Except, Kagome had done nothing wrong! And even if she had, this was only the first offence! She was a good kid, she got straight A's, did her homework on time, her only crime was choosing the wrong friends.

Ami, Eri, and Yuki had been out with her, after curfew. Hanging out, Kagome feeling aweful the whole time, when they decided to sneak a smoke.

They thought it would be fun.

Except their smoke was of the illegal veriaty.

Marajuana.

There's no harm in it, they said. It's better for you than tabacco.

Kagome still hadn't wanted to do it, it was illegal!

But then they had all taken a few hits and decided Kagome needed to loosen up and have fun too.

They forced it in her hands and tried to make her take a quick puff.

Kagome had fought, or tried to, when the local cops had seen them.

Her 'friends' ran off, tripping her, and leaving her alone, after curfew in her school uniform with a joint next to her.

The judge found her guilty, saying there was marajuana in her system. She had tried to say that it couldn't have been and if it was it was second-hand. They said that wasn't possible. She swore she didn't do it.

But no one listened when you were a delequent.

So here she was, being shipped off to the ugly, squat, gray building about ten miles outside of Tokyo.

She was the only student on board, there was a driver, and two guards, and the only sound was that of the rain coming down.

Kagome, however, was screaming in her head. Her eyes were bloodshot because she had given up crying right when the bus came. At that moment, her tears were over and it was time to harden around the life she was thrust into. Her black hair, normally so shiny and pretty, hung limp around her face and what hadn't fallen out was wrapped in a messy ponty-tail at the nape of her neck. She was still dressed in the ugly, bright orange jump suit they had put her in when she was waiting at the police station for this bus to come. Her hands were cuffed and her wrists red from the constant irritation.

She looked up when she saw it coming at her out of the darkness.

A tall, square, gray tower where she knew the top man would live so he could look out over the rest of the complex from that giant window of his.

The bus rolled to a stop outside the gate where the guards patrolled. One man came inside and searched the inside while another searched the out side and under the bus. Standard procedure.

If you were in prison.

"Aren't you a pretty one?" the guard laughed looking down at her.

Kagome glared at him from under her eyelashes. "You even think about touching me, I'll chop your dick off and feed it to the pigs."

"Fiesty." he said still smirking, after all, he had all the power here.

He left and gave the guard opporating the gate a thumbs up.

They rolled open and the bus cruised inside.

It stopped again in front of the school building.

All around the courtyard, though it was raining, the students watched. Their faces were masks of indifference and their bodies were still as they watched the skinny girl of 17 be pulled off the bus with only enough room on the chain between her feet to take a single step.

They had all been there once.

Kagome saw their eyes looking at her; demon, human, and hanyou alike. None were hostile, which she considered a good thing, though she still didn't belong to this world.

"Hurry up!" The guard behind her said pushing her forward. She barely caught herself. "I want to get in out of this rain."

Kagome snarled but did as she was ordered.

Inside, they walked fown dreary halls with cracks in the ceiling and holes in the walls. Kagome dripped water on the floor from her brief walk out side but she didn't care.

They took her to an elevator with only one button and rode to the top.

Kagome knew that they were going to the principle, the top man, for the elevator ride was too long for just one story.

She couldn't wait to meet him.

Normally a trip to the principle would have scared her, make her wonder what she did wrong, now she just wanted to see the face of the man she was going to hate for the foreseeable future.

The room the entered upon exiting the elevator was the best decorated room she had seen since she was first thrown in jail. There was a nice thick maroon carpet, dark wooden walls with tasteful, modest paintings, a bookshelf, and a desk facing the elevator.

There was also the big window she had spotted earlier and standing in front of it, with his back to her, was a skinny man with gray hair in a suit that matched his carpet a little too well.

Kagome imagined pushing him out the window.

"Welcome my dear, welcome." he turned and smiled at her. It was a sick and twisted smile that made her want to punch him when she had never punched any thing in her life. His eyes were slitted showing her that this man was not human. Though she didn't know what kind of demon he was just by looking at him. "Well, aren't you going to say hello?"

"I'm going to say go to hell." she croaked, her voice worn from lack of use and the tears she had shed earlier.

He sighed and shook his head then looked at one of the guards flanking her.

The man nodded and Kagome suddenly found herself on her knees with a stinging pain shooting up her leg.

The man smirked and replaced the bully-club he had used to smack the back of her knee with.

"Now, what was that you said, dear?"

"Hello." Kagome croaked from between her teeth.

"You may call me headmaster." He said and looked at her expectantly.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Hello, headmaster."

He nodded with that same smile. "Good. I like to meet each of my students personally, Kagome. May I call you Kagome?"

Kagome didn't respond but he kept on talking as if she had.

He started walking over to her.

"I like to know every thing about you. Your interests, your strengths," he leaned down and whispered, "your weaknesses."

Kagome didn't speak.

He stood back up and looked down on her. "Well, let's get you down to your room, I'm sure all the other students are dying to meet you."

The guards reached under her armpits and yanked her up roughly and pushed her back into the elevator.

Kagome's last sight as the elevator closed was his disgusting face and his thin long fingers waving at her joyfully.

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