Another day at St. Joseph's Academy. Or so everyone thought. St. Joseph's had a long, proud reputation of being an all male academy from the moment it was founded. No one knew that that was going to change very soon. Especially not Ludwig Behm, who has always too busy studying and getting bullied to keep up with the school's gossip. He usually kept to himself outside of his friend group (Paul Baumer, Albert Kropp, Franz Muller). But it wasn't hard to pick up on the talk of a new student. The school was practically vibrating with it. But Behm was starting to think it was just a stupid rumor, because half of the day's classes had gone by without any new student. But then, in the middle of History (his favorite class), the door opened, interrupting the Professor. In strode the headmaster, with someone trailing behind him. All around the classroom, necks craned to get a good look. Then, whispers erupted. "That isn't a boy!" "She's wearing a skirt!" "That's a girl!" *Behm sat up straight in his seat, finally getting a good look. And it was a girl. An honest to God, in the flesh girl, wearing a skirt instead of slacks, and holding her cap in her hands along with a satchel. Albert nudged Behm.

"Looks like I'm finally gonna get lucky."

He whispered, smirking. Behm gave Albert a disgusted look and elbowed him.