This is an idea that's been brewing in my very strange mind for a while now... Lemme know what you think... If I get at least 5 reviews, I'll continue it...
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Chapter 1
Monday
The bell rang, resonating through the large hallway, signalling the start of first period.
From his position, he could hear everyone hurrying to their various classes, a few of them jostling past him in their rush to avoid being late for the first class of the day.
Too tired to care, he maintained his position. He just needed a few minutes. He had been up through most of last night, sleep having deserted him for some unknown reason.
And now that first period had started, sleep had suddenly remebered him, and had come calling.
A few seconds later, a much appreciated hush descended and he began to smile.
He liked the hall when it was silent and empty. It really-
SLAM!
He nearly jumped out of his skin.
Trying to calm his still racing heart, he slowly removed his upper body from his locker to see the miscreant that was disrupting his alone time, and trying to give him a heart attack, though he had a pretty good idea who it was.
"You know we're going to get detention if we don't head for class right now."
He glared at the golden eyed, brunette in front of him wishing he would just disappear... For the next five minutes at least.
Ignoring the brunette, he started to redeposit his head back into his locker when a strong pair of arms locked on his shoulders and yanked him backwards.
He made a sound of protest as he was pulled away from his sanctuary...his locker of blissful solitude, but he was ignored.
Giving up glaring at the spiky haired brunette who wouldn't just go away, he tried to focus his superpowers, hoping the boy would disappear.
No luck... He was still there.
"Leave me alone Kuzon," he sighed. "I'm not in the mood."
"You're in a mood," Kuzon grinned in response. "But like I said earlier, Miss Darbus is going to give us detention if we don't get going now. So... Let's get going... now."
Aang groaned then stopped. He raised his eyebrows in question, "Miss Darbus... But that means we have-
"Algebra," Kuzon finished.
He groaned louder and started to scramble for his locker to put his head, and hopefully his whole body back in, but the hands on his shoulder stubbornly prevented him from finding solitude.
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." Each word was punctuated with Kuzon yanking him a bit further from his locker.
"But I hate Algebra," he whined, stretching his hand, trying to grab the locker door.
"And I hate Miss Darbus, but I'm still going," Kuzon explained, sounding none too pleased about it. "'Cause I hate detention with Miss Darbus more than I hate Miss Darbus herself... So like I said before, let's move man."
Aang slouched and groaned at his friend's frustrating words.
Very frustrating, but true words.
He exhaled slowly and nodded, wondering whether he should still make a run for his locker now that the steel grips on his shoulders had lessened.
One glance at Kuzon's face revealed that the brunette already knew about his unspoken plan, and was ready to carry him to Algebra if need be.
The mental image of Kuzon carrying him to class rendered itself in his mind's eyes and he shook his head.
No... No way.
"Fine..." He groaned. "Let's go to Miss Darbus' stupid class."
"That's the spirit..." Kuzon cheered. "Well actually, it's a spirit but it'll do..." He grinned.
"Now lock your locker and let's GET GOING!" Kuzon yelled as he pushed him towards his locker.
Aang pushed the locker shut with his hand, not caring if it locked or not. He still didn't want to go... But he had to.
Tugging on his backpack and securing it on his shoulder, he started to walk down the empty hallway, Kuzon striding leisurely at his side.
After passing three doors and making one right turn, They began to near the class and Aang began to slow his pace.
He could always dive into the janitor's closet... It was just on his left... Or out the large window on the right.
Kuzon, somehow, caught on to his silent plans yet again and grabbed his arm, preventing him from chickening out... Or diving.
He winced and scowled at Kuzon who replied with a dashing grin.
Arm in hand, they finally arrived.
He could hear the abominable teacher, Miss Darbus, droning algrebaic jargon through the opaque glass door.
Slouching, he shot Kuzon an imploring look, like he saw in the movies, that clearly said 'don't do this to me'.
Kuzon shook his head and leaned close.
"Come on, we might be able to sneak in without her noticing," he said in a hushed tone.
Aang exhaled, and muttered something (he hoped) Kuzon didn't hear before gripping the brass door handle and pushing it open.
The door creaked loudly, and in the silence of the class, it sounded like an old misused, temperamental chainsaw.
Both boys winced.
Five seconds passed... And nothing happened.
The two boys exchanged surprised glances.
Cautiously and ever so carefully, they peeped into the classroom.
It was full and yet nobody had heard or noticed the two latecomers standing at the door, peeping in like burglars. They were all bent over their desks, scribbling furiously.
Miss Darbus however heard (with her witchy hearing), turned and glared at the tardy duo, malice shining in her beady little eyes all the way from the back of the class where she stood.
"Mr Christopherson... Mr Jackson." Both boys winced as she yelled their last names out loud. Everybody in the class stopped what they were doing and looked up.
Aang felt his heart skip a beat.
This wasn't going well... So much for sneaking in...
Miss Darbus' sarcastic voice tore through the silent classroom.
"So nice of you to finally decide to join us."
Kuzon didn't miss a beat. "Thank you, Miss D. And may I say, it's nice to see you looking especially radiant on this fine day," he replied, grinning like a deranged clown.
Giggles and snickers rippled through the class.
Aang glanced at Miss Darbus and blinked furiously.
What was Kuzon talking about?
She looked like a freaking circus clown.
"Shut up! And get to your seats immediately!" Miss Darbus yelled harshly.
Both boys jumped at her harsh voice and scrambled to their seats.
Aang sat down and looked around. Everyone looked like they were busy. He swallowed nervously as he looked around again.
Could it be?
No... It couldn't be.
"You mongrels were almost late for your Algebra test," Miss Darbus sneered as she walked past them.
Oh God. No.
Aang winced as Miss Darbus slammed a sheet of paper on his and Kuzon's desks at the same time.
"You're lucky I'm letting you take it."
He leaned back into his chair from fright.
Being near Miss Darbus' absurdly made up face (which was painted blue today) was a frightening thing for any sane teenager... Or person.
That face was the stuff of nightmares.
And she had the rude habit of poking it in her student's faces whenever she talked to them.
He exhaled as she (ridiculously) walked back to her desk.
A few seconds later, and he could feel Kuzon nudging his leg.
"Are you okay man?" He asked, concern evident in his hushed voice.
"Yeah... I'm fine. Let's just take the stupid test."
Sighing, he bent forward and began to write his name when he stopped.
He glanced at Kuzon, who was staring at his answer sheet with a blank look on his face.
Today had just begun.
And it already sucked.
He sighed again and started on his test.
It sucked really bad...
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