Chapter 2 Something Else:

After class we sat there while Mr. Anus made a personal call. We sat there silently as that little annoying criminal fiddled on his phone. Thanks to him I can't go back home, no dinner for me, that's okay my mom does really cook well anyways, the only bad part is that, well, our town is bad. It's dark, everyone's angry, there aren't any stars at night because of the smog, and there are people that are this delinquent. I was only here because George, my step dad, is working with inner city kids.

We were stuck here until 5:00, being stuck here with this retard was going to be torture and also because, of course being ADHD and all... of course. I had to call George and tell him I was going to be home late. He was obviously just playing with it. He was a little taller than me, his curly hair made him look even taller, which almost covered his big ears, his big pointy nose could make someone loose an eye, and he grinned as he played with his little phone. He wore an old torn 'Wolfmother' concert shirt, with a faded pair of jeans. It was different than the other white kids here, they all wore bandanas around their heads and arms with tank tops and sweat pants and running shorts.

I had to break the silence and ask him to borrow it. I hated this place.

"Hey," The second the words left my mouth his fingers stopped and he looked right at me. He almost scared me with his icy blue-white eyes. "Can I borrow your phone?"

He pushed one last button, and then threw it to me without warning.

I flinched, but I caught it with both hands. His phone showed a mailbox getting a letter with the words 'Message Send' under it. It went to his home screen. His background was a picture of him and a small horde of 5 people, him, a shorter guy that was in class earlier, an Italian looking guy that had his hair slicked back with a leather jacket, a little Asian kid with spikey hair jelled hair, and an enormous girl about six feet tall with a jean jacket behind all of them.

Great there are more of them. I put in George's number and listened to the ring. Three rings later he answered. "Who is this?" he asked almost relaxed.

"George?" I asked to see if he was there.

"Who is this and what do you want?" He said in his business tone.

I knew he didn't care who I was or what I had to say even if I was his "Daughter". "It's Sonny, I'm going to be home late. I-"The phone went dead. I let out a light sigh.

New town, but still the same ass.

I threw the phone back to the boy. "Thanks, I guess." What was I going to do for the next hour and a half? No phone for games or texting not that I had any friends here or many more in Nebraska.

"So," Oh crap, he's talking again. "Sonny is it?" He asked rhetorically.

"And I suppose if we're going to be stuck together for a couple hours I should learn your name too?"

He laughed, now I was curious. He looked up and smirked, "I'm the Political Tyrant, Pokémon Master, and C-Student named Logan Saccularius. In that order."

Wow, full of himself, too.

"We won't be in here long." He said simply looking at his phone again.

"An hour is pretty long!" I argued, getting really annoyed.

He pushed a button on his phone and it made a swiping noise. "Calm yourself." He held up his finger, and grinned, while he stared at the ceiling. "Learn from the master." I looked at the ceiling to see what he was looking at.

An alarm went off and then the sprinklers came on, I almost grinned, so... he's magic.