A bell that hadn't existed for the past thirty seven years rung out at 08:30AM sharp.
The sounds of slamming doors and gurgling groans fill the chic, modern hallways.
Class begins in thirty minutes and the teachers rise to greet the day.
Normal students and the unnatural offspring of unimaginable aberrations meet in the playground.
They swap stories of their holidays in a mixture of human chattering and guttural screeches of dead gods.
Parents of all shapes sizes and species linger at the edges of the colourful tarmac, waiting for the next bell.
As it rings they hurry away, muttering frantic goodbyes and reminders to the young who forget instantly.
The children line up by year group and height (alphabet proved too difficult for mortal tongues).
The teachers slithered up from the ground, wings unfurling as they float gracefully to circle their class.
Every student is counted and ushered to their respective first lesson, clutching wards and charms against the lingering tutors who wait to devour the unfaithful learners, the squanders of knowledge.
What decent education doesn't come with a price?
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