Alright this is my newest story 'The Tales Of School'.
I really hope you enjoy it, and I hope that the characters aren't too OOC.
So read on!
The numbers were dancing in his mind, and seemingly across the paper also. The paper was too white, the ink to dark. He looked over, discreetly as he could, at the girl next to hims paper. And she swat his head with a clear-and-blue mechanical pencil. He met her eyes cautiously and she gave him that look, the one that told him not to cheat again look. His eyes slid back to his paper as he tried to scramble out a few decent answers.
"Time up, hand in your papers." The teachers monotone voice reverted through the room, and worse through his head. He helplessly handed his half-finished paper to the guy in front of him, then placing his head on the table.
"You should have studied Zuko." The girl next to him told him. He simply raised his head a few inches and pounded it back onto the desk. He knew she was smiling at him sadistically.
"I did." He responded wearily. His head was throbbing in ways he couldn't imagine. He merely wished that he could crawl back into his warm bed and sleep the pain away.
"Then you shouldn't have gone to that concert last night." His head hit the table in response to the comment. The teacher was babbling about the test and Zuko didn't hear a word.
"Katara, it was a once in a life time opportunity. I simply could not miss when Slipknot came. I had front-row tickets." His voice sounded muddled to him. And the lights hurt his eyes.
"You went the day before midterms Zuko, that was stupid." He nodded haplessly. There was no arguing the simplicity of the logic. The bell cawed loudly at them, telling them that class ended and they were too move on, of course all in a obnoxious ringing way.
Zuko went to a boarding school, Academy for the Mentally Challenged; well not really the title of the school was actually, The Broiler Academy for the Gifted. It was a traditional boarding school. The rooms were divided into Women's Dorm and Men's Dorm. The school was old and made completely of a grey stone, ivy climbed the walls, battling with ruby and cream roses. The gate was made completely of rod iron, the walls it clung to made of stone. Tall spires and towers rose unabashedly into the sky. The forest behind the school was dark and looming but still green and lush. An emerald field surrounded the remote school. The dorms stood proudly on either side of the school. The men's dorm was made of a darker stone and coated with a thick layer of centuries old Ivy. The women's dorm was coated in lush red roses and made of a lighter stone. It was a way of unifying the school, or so Zuko guessed.
He marched to his next class, biology. The thought crossed his mind to study a bit also, but then a pulse of pain erupted in his head and he chose not to.
The day dragged on, midterm after midterm. And now he wished he didn't take up Sokka's offer of that drink, the bottle of beer. Sokka was a junior also, Katara being his little sister, though only by a year. Katara was sophomore at the school, though she was bumped up in math to junior math. It was Sokka who told him of the concert, and then it was Sokka who gave him the beer, hell now he can't even remember what happened at the concert…that may not be a good thing. He was currently in the dojo. It was Japanese style building, large and made of waxed rice paper and long straight boards of wood. He whipped the blade around a few times, testing the wait. Though the paper was made of rice and wax, it was still nearly indestructible, flame resistant and nearly impossible to tear it was built to withstand angry teenagers. It couldn't be weak. He put the sword back on the shelf and instead chose to practice bending instead. The room slowly darkened, till his fire was the only thing lighting the old-style building. He shot fire sparks at the lanterns. And the room was cloaked in yellow light. The door slid open loudly, the obstructer was Sokka.
"Hey there buddy!" He was loud as always. Zuko shook his head slightly, the mess of black hair flipping around a bit.
"Sokka, there is no food in here, and no your girlfriend is not in here either, sorry you can't flirt with my sister as she isn't here either." Zuko hoped he answered all his questions.
"Actually I know you sister isn't here, she's in our room, with her newest toy, Jet our other roommate. Blah. Sickening sounds." Sokka shook his head haphazardly, as if trying to shake memories from his mind.
"Ah. Well go fuck your girlfriend then and go away." Zuko snapped, he wanted to be alone, as before Sokka arrived he nearly had a perfect image of Katara in his mind, in that swimsuit he once saw, not on her though, sadly.
"Sorry but I really don't feel…god stop dreaming about my sister. I will kick your ass dammit if you lay a finger on her." Sokka was truly horrified at the thought, and he promised his mom before she died that he would protect her, all guys were classified at caution, ones she liked were danger and ones who liked her were immediately moved up to red alert and enemy status.
"I wasn't dreaming of your sister. I was meditating." Zuko snapped back, irritated that he would actually get it.
Now that his room was finally cleared of his sister Zuko managed to relax, leaning back on his bed. A gentle song was floating around the room. Then the knocking started. And it simply would not stop. Finally he jumped over to the door and ripped it open.
"What do you want?" He snarled at the women standing before him, it was girl though. Actually to be precise it was his girlfriend.
"Lee what's wrong? You're never this jumpy" She was using the name he originally gave her, simply as a joke. The girl cocked her head to the side in confusion. Her green eyes were wide and her braid was thrown over shoulder.
"Nothing's wrong Jun. Umm…you know I need to get some sleep, I didn't sleep well last night, and well I have more midterms tomorrow and I need to sleep and…yah…" Zuko seemed to not know exactly how to convince his girlfriend to leave.
"Zuko, we never spend time together anymore. It feels like you don't to be around me anymore…" She trailed off, pulling the complete innocent little girl move, not quite realizing that she actually hit the nail on the head.
"Jun! Not true, how 'bout we get together tomorrow! For…lunch!" Zuko tried to salvage the situation. His conscience was battling him and telling him to be nice and break-up with the girl, but a part of him simply didn't want to be in that area where he didn't have a girl.
"Okay…fine…" He smiled widely at her and then she trod off down the hallway, her head lowered slightly. He sighed lightly, relieved that she left, he spun on heel, marched back into his dark dorm, tore open the fridge and grabbed a beer. Walked over to the TV and turned on wrestling, not that he watched anything but the women.
Alright well I hoped you enjoyed Chapter 1. The next one will be up soon.
There is that pretty little button down at the bottom, the off-lavender color. Push away!