I trudged along the school floors, trying to be as imperceptible as possible. Go unaided exclusive of anyone concerned that you're present, without anybody bothering you just because they're superior. I do have an individual friend though in this dumpster of a school, but I have no lessons with him and I consider he just befriended me out of pity. My eyes were planted on the ground, on foot through assorted people giving me dreadful stares as I went the big gymnasium chock-full of students benevolent to give me the their unchanged looks, various snickered at my pliable entrance.

Even though I was early, I rushed towards the changing room to put on my gym outfit, taking my saccharine instant in the crook of the room, putting on apparel too big for me. Locks my hair were already had presentation of sweat in this advanced technological area with machinery that does the changing for you, though just like my sister's car, only straight A students are advantaged to use such equipment. It like a recompense for people whose self worth is more imperative, and I'm at the base of that barrel.

Being packed of anguish wasn't my intention; I just admit to the facts even though I'm not so content about them. My depleted shoes squeaked walking out the door as I went to my customary standing spot in P.E., the very rear. Thirty people in total stand spaced out, jacketing the whole gym like pins covering a field, assigned by the instructor. Habitually, people that hold more a promising prospect are additionally liked, bringing them to the frontage, unless you're a jerk like Keith, who chooses the back of the class just to single out on me. It's not like the technology or people here can say no to the progeny of the all eminent hero who outsmarted the barbarians and tricked them to their own bereavement.

Why he had to be in the equivalent school as me? Is my fortune really that piss poor to get a big shot like him stomping at my door? I looked over at him to witness that scorn on his face that I reviled a great deal, mouthing off some words that I get pelted with daily besides 'fool.' absurdly enough, I'm taller than him, in fact, I'm taller than the majority of the people in my classes, but that doesn't denote that he won't illustrate me his utter worst. I've seen it, and I'm indebted that it hasn't happened to me – so far.

A voice appeared giving its typical line to initiate the class. It doesn't come from a corporeal human being, but a screen planted in the walls with subtitles to what it says. First, a bottle green grid showed faded in on the floor, screening that everyone was in their assigned spot, and then the whole room distorted into a track field. I have a deep abhorrence for running.

"You have ten minutes to scamper as many laps as you can, good luck." The mysterious voice called out as the long beep indicated to set in motion.

I dropped off my younger siblings at school before driving off to my own school, meeting with my fried PJ along the way. PJ was one of the few friends that I can really count on not to focus on my 'Howell' side. He's not afraid to pick on me and laugh with me if he wanted to.

"I'm really not into learning today. Hey, how did turning your brother into a toad go?" He calmly stated when we drove off.

"Failed. Got caught and shit so now I'm banned from magic for the week."

"Yea, like you're going to follow that – fucking comical." He yawned.

"Exactly."

"Why can't school be something like Hogwarts? That place seems much more fun than doing Geometry."

"Talking more about the Lower Earth? That's their tale, and if you get caught, you're the one dead."

"My, I take offence to that. You've known me for how long?"

"Too long."

"Fair enough, but I'm not the person to run my mouth, you know that." Even though I was told never to tell anyone about the lower Earth, I decided to tell PJ about it, or at least how much I know. It was the thrill of doing something I was absolutely told never to do, and when I did, adrenaline would fill me with excitement. The taboo and secrecy of doing something I'm not supposed to gets me jumpy. Of course I know my boundaries, it's not like I'm going to kill someone.

After some talking with PJ, we arrived at the school with slumped shoulders and dead looks on our faces when people silenced themselves as I walked past them. As always, afraid. Afraid of whatever I do, afraid of whatever I say, but I can't really blame them. If anyone where to have a personal conversation with some of my bratty siblings, I'd be too. In fact, the whole reason why I befriended PJ in the first place, was because he wasn't afraid to say hi to me or call me a prick when I was. If I needed a reminder of what a real smile to a fake one was, I'd just remember his and be on my merry way.

The only class I look forward to the one mandatory late call they have every other Friday, the moment we've all been waiting for is today – hooray! It's an actual magic practicing class where the rules are strict, but you get to let yourself go instead of doing English and whatever. Though I can't dope on it all day, so I went to my classes without PJ, he was a year above me so it wouldn't be possible even if I wanted to. The only reason why I not going into one of those high end schools for those of the overly rich kind that has magic practice part in the curriculum, was because the Howells were not the smartest of families, but I got a good B- average. And also it's not like mom and dad really cares anyway, they got their own problems to deal with (don't know why you'd have twelve kids then.)

After taking a drink from the water fountain, I headed off to dreaded history, where playing along was my cheat to getting an instant A.

Play along…

I was merely competent to complete about three and a half laps, leaving my pitiable lungs wheezing and fraught for air. In truth, my score wasn't that ghastly compared to others. I wasn't the most horrible, but I also wasn't the unsurpassed – remote from it. I guess that's something.

Maybe.

Shifting back into my attire as prompt as I am capable of, I went in the course of the daylight with an invisibility cloak, my preeminent resistance. Instead of looking petrified or frail, act like you're nothing. Nothing but drain air for added people to respire, like a background character that wasn't even in the motion picture, like the senseless idiot of a chick who was the first one to be killed off and elapsed. Serial killers don't fancy stabbing the tree the victims are hiding behind.

Wouldn't a real invisibility cloak be fastidious? It'd be a nice castle in the sky to gain magic abilities and just fly out of here, not looking back as I go up-and-adams above the clouds. This was why I was a fool.

Of course it doesn't always work out, if a person's having a dire day, it's trouble-free for them to pick off something straightforward, and something the majority of people won't mind if they do. A fool is the prevalent target, out of everybody else in this school. There are for eternity (or at least until Earth meets its annihilation) going to be people shoddier off than me, whether it'd be affluence or academics, so I keep that in mind whilst I feel at my nastiest. Make with what I have since I'm lucky sufficiently not to be the most ill-fated person in the world.

I'm also lucky enough to have very saccharine people want to be associates with me, but after spending some occasion with them, I learn they do it purely out of sympathy. They're okay hanging out with me, but don't want to be seen doing so, in school is where they're back to performing like I don't subsist.

So after hours of anguish through a mechanized teacher, and our day after day one-hundred question quiz, this time in maths, it was the instant for lunch. My eyes were preliminary to burn looking at all those questions on a desk panel (screen). I walked in the course of the cafeteria, watching out for people tenaciously trying to trip me and ignoring snickers, don't worry, I got use to them. While trying to find the table that no one, justifiably, wanted to use because it was diminutive and next to the compost incinerator, I spotted Chris Kendall wavering me over with a beam of teeth on his features.

Chris was one of those rarities in that he didn't heed if anyone saw him talking to the fool oh so nicely. Of course, he got singled out because of it, and even though he keeps saying that he doesn't mind, it just makes me mind tenfold.

"Phil!" Just like him, not troubled if anyone were to perceive sound. I sat down on the ashen table, letting the scanner in the heart of the table examine my student lunch ID before removing it, waiting for my food. Again this was an old fashion way to do stuff. People smart or prosperous could get one of the tables held in reserve for them so they get their food without delay, devoid of the whole process of waiting. That's why no one desires this table; it's the oldest method way to get food out there. Well, in a cafeteria at least.

"Do you have to bellow?" I said in a low tone.

"Stop being all downhill with me, don't you ever smile? Like… ever?"

"I do grin." To verify it, I forced a smile that only advanced Chris's point further. My Zygomaticus (muscles pull up the corners of your mouth) were obviously not used to this sort of exercise.

"You can always tell an authentic from a forged smile if they have eye wrinkles. That's why you go to elders with a lot of eye wrinkles; chances are they've been joyful more."

` "Wise words, still don't identify why you hang around with me if you're so intellectual." Right when I said that, my plate of food appeared from the middle of the table, and I started to eat with Chris.

"Stop saying that. I'm not friends with you just because you really necessitate some, no offense, but because I want to be that guy to say I knew you when. I can just feel you're going to do something immense so much potential is just going to bust out of you one day."

"Uh, thank you?" Even though I heard it a thousand times, the fact that he's either trying to applaud me up with vacant statements, or that one day where I'm going to let him down after all this time in believing in me, makes me a bit poignant. It shouldn't be though – I should try to smile more like he said and not be such a downer.

"One day, I'm going to have the contentment of saying I told you so when your self-esteem is not in the negatives."

"Chris, I odium to tell you–"

"Not hearing it. How'd you do in P.E.? I only got almost three laps in."

"Um, about three and a semi."

"See, improved than most people." Chris concluded his meal and put his serving dish through the waste slot where it will be appropriately burned and recycled.

"Yes…. what class do you have subsequently?" By this time I was poking at my food, I wasn't really hungry anymore.

"Science, you?"

"Just English. Hey, could you pitch this in the trash for me?"

"What? You've barley eaten anything."Chris held the platter like he didn't discern what to do with it.

"Don't worry, I'll throw it in the trash." A voice that I recognized immediately hovered over us. The voice I spurn most. He promptly took it absent from Chris' hand and proceeded to dump the rest of the victuals on me, covering myself in pasta and spaghetti sauce. It was even sliding on the inside of my shirt? What a fucking nightmare this curved into.

Warning: I'm an American idiot, so if I got anything wrong, just tell me.

Bleh, I'll update more some later

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