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Martilia is a prestigious international high school, located in a small town in the Swiss alps. Though it calls itself a high school, it covers college material as well. Nobody is quite sure when it was established, but all of a sudden its alumni were pouring into the job market, all of whom managed to get high-level high-paying jobs.

Qualified applicants are often turned away from the school, the demand for spaces is so great. But for every dozen turned away, one makes it onto the waiting list. For every dozen of those, a student is actually accepted.

But, one of the more curious aspects of the school is that it frequently accepts non-applicants. It researches students who would never dream of getting in if they applied, and requests that they come in for an interview. These students are always accepted.

That's not all of the oddities surrounding the school. Each graduating class is a tightly knit group, never quite breaking ties with their school days. If an alumnus marries somebody outside of the school, their spouse is reviewed by their team captain.

Many of the graduates have no record of existing prior to their attending the academy. What the public doesn't realize, is that Martilia is more than just a school. It is a way-station, where nonhumans may be integrated into human society. Sirens, vampires, and other such beings are brought into the school at a [relatively] young age. They assimilate with the human students, who have been hand-picked to mesh well with them. They learn to pass as human, free of persecution and fear.

Welcome to Martilia High. Good luck, you'll need it.




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Maria walked into the room she had had to herself for the past two years. It was a pleasant, airy room; she'd gotten permission last year to redo the walls in her favorite shade of blue. There were two twin beds against either wall, and a dresser apiece for the beds.

She carelessly tossed her suitcase onto one bed. She had opted to leave most of her stuff here for the summer, so she only had the one bag. Well, that and her backpack.

Her backpack followed the duffel onto the bed as she kicked off her boots. "Durable; waterproof; the ideal hiking boot" the ads had said. Maria had blown half her savings on them; ridiculous considering all of the bruises they gave her, but still a good buy. She had spent her summer backpacking through Austria and Switzerland. One might ask why she hadn't gone home to Toledo, but to her Martilia was much more her home than Spain. That, and she doubted that people would let her back into the city.

She threw herself down on the room's other twin bed at the thought, willing the tears out of her eyes. She managed to choke back a sob. She shouldn't be thinking about them. She was home.

"I'm home, I'm home, I'm home!" she whispered. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, and stood up. Crossing to the dresser, she pulled out a change of clothes, which she quickly donned. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. Life could move on again.
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