Disclaimer: Neither I, nor Matson, owns ANY (sniffle) of these characters, except the OCs we made up: Colton and Star...
(Matson wrote this. I'll be writing the next chapter. So, to be clear, any, and all credit for this goes to Matson! I only edited. He wrote. His chap. Read now:)
POV: Colton (Matson's OC)
I boarded the plane and took a seat next to the window. Looking out the window, I could see my parents waving good-bye to me. I waved back, stifling a couple tears, knowing that I wouldn't see them for a couple of years.
They turned and left as the pilot gave they last boarding call. I stared out the window a bit more, trying to think what the new school year would be like.
About a month ago, a couple of students (including myself, of course) took a test to see if we could win a scholarship to attend a new school in France. The test was insanely hard, quizzing me on a foreign language, math, and a lot of other really hard subjects.
Amazingly, I had passed the test, with around 79% correct. Before I knew what was going on, my Dad told me to pack my bags, because I was boarding the next plane to France.
Suddenly, I was interrupted from my thoughts when a girl quickly walked up next to me. She was unlike anyone I'd seen before. Her blond hair was long, with a green highlight in the lock of hair that fell in her face, blocking out most of her right eye. She wore glasses like mine, except the frames were detailed with stars. Her eyes were light lime-green and sparkled with light. She wore a simple green t-shirt, with an alternating lime-green and yellow star pattern. She wore simple blue jean-shorts with a yellow and black star pattern at the bottom. She slid her backpack under the seat before introducing herself.
"Hi, I'm Star. Is this seat taken?" She chirped.
"No; go ahead," I replied.
"Where are you headed?" She asked.
"Eh, I'm going to France to attend a new school," I said in a bored tone.
"Wow, are you kidding? What a coincidence; I am too!" She said, cracking an even bigger smile.
"Really? What grade?" I asked.
"I'm going to Eighth grade. What about you?" She responded.
"I'm a Sophomore. Wow, what are the odds?" I said, glad that I already had a new friend for the new school year.
"I know, right? She replied. "So...? Sorry, I didn't catch your name...?"
"Oh, I'm Colton," I replied, extending my hand.
"Nice to meet you Colton," She said as she grabbed and shook my hand.
Before long, we were lost in conversation. We talked about our lives at home, family, school, the new year ahead of us, and a bunch of other things. Two bathroom breaks and three and a half hours of flying later, we had arrived at the airport and proceeded to the baggage claim.
"We're here already?" Star asked, looking around.
"That was awfully quick for a four-hour flight." I said, looking at my phone's clock.
"I know. So...Where do we go?" Star asked, picking up her bags. They were, of course, lime-green and yellow with stars.
"I dunno," I said, picking up my duffel bag. My bag had a woodland camouflage design.
(A/N) Yes, I do a buncha military-type things...And yes, that is my design...
"Oh, wait! Look over there!" Star exclaimed, pointing to a person holding a sign that said 'KADIC' in big, bold letters.
"Come on, let's go!" She said, dashing off toward the person. I had to walk quickly to avoid being left behind.
(A/N) Okay, because I know ABSOLUTELY no French, I'm just going to leave it in English (Duh!))
The man was a rather tall, yet large, man. He wore a red sweatshirt and gray sweatpants with white tube socks and white sneakers. His brunette hair was messy and uncut, with a red and white headband across his forehead. His face (Which, for some weird reason, had a band-aid on it) looked annoyed, if anything at all. He definitely didn't shave too often, as I could see whiskers lining his face. His eyes were hazel, but had a look that said "Stay out of my way, I'm nuts."
"Are you the transportation to Kadic Academy?" Star asked.
"Yeah; wait here with me until the last of the students show up," He responded.
"Great," I moaned, sinking into a nearby chair.
"Relax, they'll be here soon. In the mean time, why don't we play a game?" Star asked.
"Like...?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Um...Well... We could- no... but- never mind. Ahh," She said, thinking.
I laughed when she gave up.
"Oh wait! I've got my laptop!" I said reaching into my duffel bag.
"You've had that thing this whole time?" Star asked, giving me a glare. I grinned at her.
"I'm evil, huh?" I asked as I pressed the button, screen flickering to life.
Star and I played a couple of online games over the airport's wi-fi connection. Finally, after an hour or so, the last plane entered the terminal. After we were all accounted for, the teacher lead us to a bus and told us to taake our seats.
Of course, I sat next to Star again.
"Want the window?" I offered.
"Does it really matter?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Where I come from, people sometimes get killed for the window seat," I said jokingly, putting on a solemn face.
Star obviously didn't get that I was joking, because a look of worry and fear flashed in her eyes.
"I'm kidding, it's just a joke," I said quickly, sitting by the window.
She looked relived and sat down next to me. Then she punched me on the shoulder.
"Ouch; why did you do that?" I demanded, rubbing my shoulder.
"You scared me to death. Try not to do it again," She grinned.
The bus took off and we were on our way to Kadic. Star pulled out a book, (Eragon) and began reading.
My laptop was dead, so I just stared out the window.
Along the way, we passed by a huge abandoned factory. Still staring at it, I noticed a blond-haired boy run inside of it.
"Star, did you see that?" I asked, perking up.
"See what?" the blond asked, looking out the window. "I don't see anything," she said.
"But there was a guy running into that factory!" I said, scanning the shadows of it. Sure enough, the blond was now gone.
"The radiation from your laptop is frying your head!" she said, knocking a fist gently on my head.
"You just love hitting me, don't you?"
"It is actually pretty fun."
I sighed, still staring out the window to the factory. There was something special about it. I could just feel it, stirring up inside me. I knew that there had to be something big inside.