The line of cars and expensive vehicles—even limos in some case—up the tall, snowy hill leading to Sapphire Hills seemed to be miles. Winter break had just started for the normal school year, and therefore, the training season was beginning. Anxious teens sat, staring out their one-way windows, to see how much farther they have to travel.

A gentle snow fall had began, but not too much that the students and alumni wouldn't be able to handle. Snow was practically a part of their veins at this point. It was hard to reach the "too much" point.

Up on the hills of the academy ground, the teenagers felt more empowered than they had before. This was home. This was where they loved to be. And if they didn't already, then they would grow to.

Reunions, meetings, and hangouts bustled about on the hilltop as parents or personal drivers stopped their cars to start unloading, and the students finally pushed their way out of the musky vehicle to feel the snow fall into their hair and to high five an old buddy.

As was tradition, the new school year and competition season called for a wicked party that night, with no limits of how crazy. Attendance is basically mandatory if you don't want shunned.

This year was bound to be a blast.

* Role-play in the Main Chain. That's where everyone is just arriving and unloading and such, meeting up with their old buddies, introducing the guests, etc. for now.
More chains may be added as the chapter continues, like a Party Chain is bound to happen.
Separate chains are allowed. *

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Well, hello, students. Welcome back to the Hills for what I hope will be a fantastic year. I'm sure there's not a chance of boredom from a single one of you.
Now of course, we do have some newbies. Kyle Moore and Hazel Light. Our beloved guests here at the academy. I can't wait to get to know the two of them. I can't wait to get to know all of you more closely. By the end of this season, I'm sure I'll know each and every one of your secrets.
Before you go closing out of this website, muttering profanities of how this is fake news and the website is some troll behind a computer, I have one simple thing to say. Just don't. This is real. I'm here and I'm watching every single small thing you do.
Consider this your freebie blog entry. Next time, I won't be so nice. Someone won't be happy. I'd watch where you skate into. You may land yourself in some deep problems. And you do not want to get mixed in with me. Consider that your first warning.
Moving on, I'm counting on a killer party tonight at the Lockwood's cabin. Or perhaps the Kingsleys will steal that traditional honor from them along with the titles they've been picking up away from beloved Mason and Michel?
Have fun, though! Let loose! Go crazy! This party starts a new year, and I can assure you; after tonight, everything will go south, until you find yourself out of the chilly hills and down, burning in Hell.

~ Sapphire