Author's note: I'm burning the midnight oil cranking this out and playing S.O.B on repeat for motivation and it is fantastic. I hope you all like this chapter (I had way more of getting to orientation and the orientation than I had actually planned). I'm taking the story in a different direction than I had planned a year ago and I'm pumped up about it and I hope you will enjoy this (Longer) installment in LSA.

5:33

I locked the door and fell in step beside Alek. We talked about travel and how smooth his flight was compared to Huxley air. Alek had flown Qantas air out of Austria the barking prince. We cleared the Goethe dorm building and were on our way to orientation when we realized we had no clue where the lunch room was, all we knew was the administrative and school building and our dorm.

Leviathan School for Aeronautics was set up more like a college campus, than a normal private school with a disconnect between the dorms and the school. There were the Darwin dorms, the Goethe dorms, the gym class training rooms, and the hanger, which connected to the lunch room. The hanger was where they stored, and tested, airborne contraptions. While the lunch rooms were connected to the hanger, the cafeteria part of that was more like its own barking building. A completely energy efficient building, with an old feel to it. Which described the school itself pretty well.

Yet since we had only read of the energy efficient cafeteria, we didn't have a good layout to navigate to the place orientation was. Seeing as they were late, no one was in the halls of the administration building as they sprinted through. Alek slid to a stop palm on his forehead, breathing hard and laughing,

"You realize that half the people in this building are the staff," he then backed into the nearest classroom, face plastered with a goofy, clart eating grin, until the point he just bumped into the door instead of opening it. He turned and fumbled with the handle, then walked into the classroom, the tips of his ears a flaming red. 'Practically minded, but not so much as, suave or coordinated' I thought as I leaned against the wall, clutching my stomach while almost suffocating at Alek's bumbling. The room looked to be a biology classroom. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket and flicking the power button, I read the time: 5:39.

I started towards the door just as Alek came walking out, face still a light crimson, being tailed by a teacher with brown curls and, in my opinion, a tacky bowler hat partnered with what looked like a custom dress, specifically made to make the bowler hat look like it had a place in modern society. "Dylan, this is Dr. Barlow. She's the biology teacher and knows the way," he said this, still a bit sheepish from his mix up.

"Barking fantastic! There only 5 minutes 'till it starts. Let's hope it's a short walk."

The doctor gave her a smile and said with an air of snobbishness, "It won't start until I'm present, so no need for the language, Dylan, is it?" I was a bit taken aback by the forwardness of the comment for a reason beyond her other than the tone. Before a school appropriate response from student to teacher could be formulated, Dr. Barlow was already walking past her and Alek.

He gave my shoulder a slight push and whispered to me, "Who is the flustered one now?" I pushed him away with an angry huff and tried to slug his shoulder as he shimmied out of the way.

"Now children, no need to fight," she chided with her back turned to them. "What are you two going to study at Leviathan?" Alek and I had gone to respond at the same time, interrupting each other with our attempts to speak, and tell the other to go before them. Dr. Barlow sighed as they turned a corner out into the main lobby of the school portion of the administrative offices. "Let us make this simpler, shall we? Dylan what are you going to study?" I straighten myself up as I told her,

"I am studying Aeronautics and biology, along with my side classes of math and English and a language," I let the pride I felt seep into my voice. I had tricked my way into this school and was able to reap the benefits of a fantastic education right under the school board's restrictive noses. The Doctor turned slightly to Alek.

"For me it's mostly the same, except instead of aeronautics I have mechanics, or well aeronautic mechanics, which is just a fancy title."

Dr. Barlow nodded, we had walked out into another courtyard, leading to the Darwin dorm rooms, but what we saw to the left took our breath away. A large building with massive windows which looked to be the special argon kind, sided by red and orange brick, had BIPV's (Solar panel shingles). From the looks of it, it was multi floored, with the cafeteria on the bottom and seating arrangements on the second floor where windows faced the large dirt and concrete runway stretching out from the hanger behind it. The grandeur of it astounded me, Alek looked a bit underwhelmed but still impressed. When she googled it, the pictures hadn't rendered, so she had decided to wait. Dr. Barlow, leading them on, started talking about the building and how it's run by one hundred percent green energy. The whole spiel, about how the special shingles are small and inconspicuous and ahead of the times and how the argon gas in the windows keeps air from seeping out and increasing energy efficiency and how it's like a living breathing organism, but she seemed to allude to something else,

"Well, you two are certainly a nice set to team up with the skill you have." I looked over to Alek and mouthed to him 'Team up?'. He shrugged his shoulders but asked her,

"I'm sorry did you say team up?"

"Oh did I?" she said turning slightly to wink at me, "I must have been getting carried away." We had crossed the field and entered into the cool, air conditioned bliss of the lunch room. A plaque on the wall, flanked on either side by two double doors leading into the serving area, was called the Nikola hall. Based off of the Tesla family who must have donated a large sum to get this building named after them, as well as, to pay for the building itself. "Many of our students call the building the Goliath, but that's mainly the seniors. Anyway, up you go. The orientation will start once I have all the notes together, so go on and I hope to see you both in my class ready to be educated." We both nodded and ran up the stairs, 'Well she is obviously a strange one, but what is this about teaming up?'

Side Note: I was told that I should let people know that Alek is gonna be a bit more OC in this story.