Velmordop Public Secondary — East Campus. Or as the students call it, Velmordop East. Or just VPE if you're lazy and hate syllables.
It's big and f*cking old. It's where the city dumps about half the teenagers who aren't rich enough for a private license mill but still want to pretend they've got a shot at passing a Hunter qualification test someday.
Sitting smack in the mid-lower district of Velmordop, it's the kind of place that looks decent from the front gate — big brick arch, city flag, a training gym with exactly three working punching bag that's older than half the staff.
Affordable for working-class families, packed every semester, and it only takes basic zoning or a laughably easy entrance test to get in.
You could probably pass if you spelled your name right and didn't punch the principal.
Its reputation? Ehhhh. Let's just say that it's not the worst, and most certainly not the best.
