Prologue~
Part 1
~Marko
I got off the bus and looked at the school. "Pretty big…not bad" I looked over at Marcy. "What do you think bud?" He stood there staring at the glass covered building for a long time before he answered, "I…don't know Marko. I've got a feeling it's going to be bad…REALLY bad!" "You don't know for sure! C'mon! It'll be FUN!" Marcell let out one of his famous worried sighs, I HATE it when he does that. "Your perception of fun is quite far off from mine Marko…lets just get this over with" I tried to think of something sarcastic to snap back at him, but I had nothing. "You're impossible Marcy, y'know that?" He ignored my comment as usual and walked towards the door, I followed.
The class was pretty dull and boring…just like I thought. This one kid with goggles looked like he was in a pretty bad mood; he seemed pretty stressed about something. But the teacher HAD to be the creepiest thing in the whole room! It looked like she'd been sucking on sour candies all morning. She looked absolutely evil! When she asked us to introduce ourselves to the class I though Marcell was gonna freeze up completely. He managed to blurt his name and get to his seat. I heard a few smart guys start to laugh, "Just wait until recess," I thought "then they're gonna get it!"
Later during math, our witch of a teacher started asking for volunteers to answer some questions. Instantly I realized this wasn't a very participative class. Unfortunately I didn't think Marcy got the memo, cuz his hand shot up like a rocket. "30.776 litres per per square meter!" he said confidently. I had the same answer on my page but no way was I gonna let these kids I just met know I was as smart as my nerdy friend sitting next to me. One kid decided to be a snob, he yelled out "NERD!" loud enough probably people down the hall could hear. Marcell sank into his seat. His very first day at school and I didn't think it was what he'd hoped it'd be like. Not at all. I clenched my fist, my jaw tightened. I felt Marcell's hand on my fist, I loosened up. He always was that kind of friend who could calm you down just by looking you in the eye. Then later in class it happened again. "Volume equals 4 over 3, pi, r, cubed!" he said. "Very good Marcell! We need more students like you in this classroom." She gave the brunet with the goggles a stern look, the turned and wrote down something on the board. The same kid from before decided to strike again, "TEACHERS PET!" he blurted out almost twice as loud as before.
That was it! I'd had it with this guy! Not even thinking I dug my hand into my pocket and there I felt the comforting feeling of my power. I rubbed it between my fingers and felt it's smooth, cold, crisp figure in my palm. One of the many small pebbles I always made sure I had a stash of. Then I quickly came to a stand.