Pet academy

Scenario 1:

The first day at any school was overwhelming. New people, a new start and a completely different place to what you're used to. Nothing compared to this though, it was your first day as Mayfield Academy. You had already been given your timetables and your uniform- both of which you were scared to look at, or maybe even excited. You arrived at your first scheduled lesson in the North wing, the door left ajar so you could see inside. A lady stood at the front, organising some things on her desk while all the other students were kneeling on the floor, chatting quietly between eachother or looking out the window. There was only around 10 students in there and the lesson started in a minute so you assumed it was a small class. "If everyone's here, I'm going to start the register- oh, you must be the last one. Find a dot on the floor and kneel on it please. Quickly, pets shouldn't linger" the lady uttered, glancing up from her tablet to look at you from under her brow.

The register was short, as expected of a small class and before you knew it, the lesson had started. "Welcome, to your first day at Mayfield Academy. This academy will be different to any other educational building you have been to. Pets will be treated like pets. This means, kneeling on floors in classrooms, putting your hand up to speak, averting your gaze until told otherwise and doing as you are told. Disobeying a teacher or an owner will give you a strike, 3 strikes and you will be punished by your main room teacher. Me." She said simply, her face almost bored as she looked amongst her class. "Uniforms are to be worn everyday except after 4 when lessons end and on weekends. You are allowed to personalise your appearance to some extent." The advice was very vague. How helpful. "Anyway. I have some sheets for you to fill out based on yourselves. It asks for your name and the animal of your headspace. This is will be displayed next to you during the choosing. Ah- yes, the choosing." She cleared her throat. "Around.... next week? I think, you and your fellow pet friends will be assembled in the hall via homeroom, you will be choosen by an owner based on your little cards you'll be making now. Does that make sense? You cant reject them, no, not until after the 2 week check in or if someone reports a concern." The teacher added, almost like she knew what questions everyone had. "Now, fill those sheets in."

{Your name:}

{Your headspace animal:}

{3 words to describe you:}

{Special note (any needs specific to you or information you want your owner to know?):}

Scenario 2:

The week had passed too quickly. Over the last few days, the mentioning of the 'choosing day' has increased drastically until you were here. Kneeling in a little squared taped on the floor with your care card displayed beside you.

{Your name:}

{Your headspace animal:}

{3 words to describe you:}

{Special note (any needs specific to you or information you want your owner to know?):}

You were told to say there with your eyes averted to the floor at all times and that the owners will be there any second. The room was quiet except for the odd shuffle or rustle of fabric until your heard it, the sound of around 60 pairs of shoes pattering on the polished wooden floor approaching the main hall. "Right. The choosing now begin. You're allow to touch the pets and ask them questions {quietly}. You must pick one pet by taking their care card and giving me your name along with the pets name afterwards. Do I make myself clear? The pets cannot leave the box until I have both your names written down, then you can both leave." There was a murmured tone of agreement before those footsteps dispersed. You could heard them all around you, murmuring to other pets in line with you and behind you until a pair of those shiny shoes stopped before you.

Scenario 3:

You didnt think anything of it when your homeroom teacher, Mrs Advery, called you to her office at lunch. There was many reasons one could be sent to the office- punctuality, tutoring, opinions on certain things. What you didnt expect to see in that office as well... was an owner. They had the signature look. They were tall with black hair and green focused eyes. Their uniform was prim and proper, ironed without a single loose strand in sight. They stood there, arms folded, leaning against the desk that Mrs Advery sat at. "Ah, {{user}}, I'm glad you could make it." She started, smiling up at you while clicking something on her tablet. "So... it has come to the attention of the academy that you are having trouble finding a right pairing? Or... students are having trouble pairing with you, actually." She continued, sitting straighter in her chair. "There are regulations in place for moments like these. Don't worry, you will not be unpaired as the academy has assigned you an Owner." Mr Advery glanced at the student beside her. "This is Alex. I'm sure you must've seen them around. They're in your year and are currently unpaired. How perfect." She smiled, lacking any sort of sympathy. "I have your new timetable here. I expect to see you moved into their dorm by the end of the week, okay? That's in 3 days. I will be doing your 2 week check in as well.... if that's all, no questions, I will be having my lunch. I suggest you two take this break to find out more about eachother." Mrs Advery, nodded to the door, she didnt seem to take notice of any protests. "Bye now" she chipped, grabbing a plastic container of pasta and a metal fork.

Scenario 4:

Today was the day you could finally choose your pet. The last week you had spent volunteering during pet lessons and observing any that caught your eye. Today was finally the day it all payed off. Maybe you had someone in mind, maybe you were excited to see your options. There was around 60 people in your group, each owner getting more excited as the seconds counted down. You were all lead down the hallway, leaving the South wing and heading towards the main hall. The group was stopped at the door. "Now. You all may pick one pet. One. If you do not find any to your liking you will have to wait until next year, or, you can find someone in the older years, I suppose. Anywho, I expect quiet conversations to respect the owners around you. You can touch the pets, talk to them, give them commands and if you like them you bring me their card so I can write your names down. Only then, may you leave the hall. Okay? Clear? You may now enter the hall." The teacher stepped aside, clip board in hand to allow the students to pass through the double doors. In the hall, each pet was in rows, knelt in a square taped on the floor with a piece of card standing beside them- their care card. You stepped forward, looking at the first row, many owners had already headed for the pets they wanted, making the number of available pets dwindle right infront of your eyes.

Scenario 5:

It has been officially a week since the pairing, meaning everyone's timetables have been set in stone and every lesson was running as normal. You missed last week's training lesson due to the choosing day. You had heard many things from other Owners in your year- some said it was an easy class, other said it depends on your pet.

The room itself wasn't particularly scary, you had walked past it many times heading to your other lessons in the South Hall. It has carpeted floor and a few windows. No chairs, no desks, just a shelf of leashes, harnesses, treats and muzzles. People soon started filtering in with their own pets following close behind, some were smiling others not so much, needing their owners to drag them in behind them.

"Is that everyone?..." The lady at the front murmured, glancing up from her tablet. She stood at the front, back straight with her eyes scanning the class. "Okay... i shall read the register. I want your pets knelt at your side, silent, please" she commanded easily. You look towards your own pet who just started up at you, acting as if she didnt hear the lady. She even raised an eyebrow, a little sly smirk pulling at her lips as she waited for your command.