Hi! So I'm super sorry about the wait! I try to update as fast as I can but school started last Monday and I have two other stories besides this going right now. And I've been having some writers block issues which isn't good at chapter 4 -_- So sorry if I don't update every week. I'm going to try to get out a chapter once a week :) So here's chapter 4. Enjoy :D

Chapter 4

Murtagh

So most of the time Eragon and I get along great. We've had our fights of course. I mean, we're brothers. It would be kind of weird if we haven't had one fight. And I have been getting pretty snappy with him since mom told us about the move. I was upset, but didn't want to take it all out on mom. Eragon was the only other option. Can you blame me? Anyway, other than those two things we're usually pretty good with each other. I would let him hang with my friends and me sometimes. Although we usually tried to set him up with some girl and then would ditch him. He sucks at guitar but I still let him use mine sometimes. I usually plug up my ears though. Eragon also doesn't have a very good fashion sense. I try to help him out by buying him some better stuff. Although now that I think about it, he usually doesn't wear it. Dang, I can't believe I just realized I've been wasting money on him. Sorry, back to the subject. We're pretty tight. But he's also my little brother. I don't exactly want him around 24/7. So when I found out that my new friend's girlfriend had made friends with my little brother? Put a bit of a damper on my day. And that was before I found out about the spoiled rich kid.

Nasuada and I had taken two of the seats in a three seat row in our English class. Thorn walked in just as the bell rang.

"Thorn?" The teacher, whose name I didn't know yet, asked as Thorn walked over to us and sat down next to me.

"Yes Mrs. Snyder?" he asked.

"You know I don't tolerate late students in this class. Now you came in a second before the bell rang, but if you would try to be a bit earlier I would really appreciate it. If you're late its detention."

"I'll do my best Mrs. Snyder." Thorn promised, then looked at us and rolled his eyes. Mrs. Snyder didn't even notice.

"Now class," she started, "Welcome to your senior year of English. I want you to remember English fondly when you go off into the world and to do that I want to make this class as enjoyable as possible. But!" she half yelled, slamming her palm on the desk, which made us all jump. She looked a little crazy and was starting to freak me out. And believe me when I say, I don't get freaked out easily. Especially by teachers. Well that was before I met Mrs. Snyder. "To do that I will need all of you to cooperate! Do I make myself clear?" There was a few nodding of the heads, but mostly everyone just stared at her like she was crazy. Which I was starting to think she was. "Do I make myself clear?!" She half-yelled again, slamming her hand onto the table for the second time today. Her hair was in her face and she was breathing heavily like that speech had taken a lot out of her. Yup, definitely crazy.

We all said "Yes Mrs. Snyder." In that kindergarten way, which is ironic since she was just talking about it being senior year and us going out into the world.

"Good." She said, smiling now like nothing had happened. "So for today I'm just going to go over all the rules and what we are going to be doing and what we're going to be reading. Then I'm going to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

Okay, well she didn't really say blah, blah, blah, but I had a bit of a Charlie Brown moment and spaced out and that's all I heard. I'm pretty good in school, except for the fact that I have a really hard time focusing.

Apparently so does Thorn because he leaned over and whispered. "This school may not have the best teachers, but that was by far the weirdest thing I have ever seen."

I snorted. "You're telling me."

"Even Mr. Fig isn't that weird, and he's pretty weird." Thorn said.

Nasuada shrugged. "They both have their own version of weird. Besides I don't think she beats Angela."

"I think crazy describes Angela better." Thorn answered.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You think crazy doesn't describe Mrs. Snyder? Because I think it fits her pretty well."

He smirked at me. "Touché. But you haven't met Angela yet."

"She's a teacher?"

"Yup."

"What does she teach?"

"Predictions. It's an extra class that you can take if you don't have anything else to take."

I frowned. "That sounds familiar."

Nasuada rolled her eyes. "That's because you have it fourth block."

"How do you know that?" Thorn asked.

"She asked to look at my schedule before you got here so I let her."

Thorn grinned. "Sweet. That's another class you have with us."

"He actually has all his classes with us."

"Really?" Thorn asked.

"And lunch." She said.

"And lunch." I repeated, nodding my head like I had known this all along. I could tell by Thorn's expression that he didn't believe me for one second.

"So speaking of classes," Thorn said, changing the subject. "Why did you guys ditch me on the way here?"

Nasuada gave him a look. "It's Murtagh's first day Thorn. I didn't need to subject him to your and Saphira's lovey dovey nature."

"We don't have lovey dovey nature. Besides it probably would have made the poor kid with Saphira feel less awkward."

"What kid?" Nasuada asked.

"Some kid she met in her Latin class."

"What's his name?" Nasuada asked.

"I think it was Eragon."

I almost choked on my spit. "You think? That's reassuring." Nasuada said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, well I'm pretty sure." Thorn said.

"Eragon?" I asked.

"Yeah." Thorn responded.

I sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Why? Do you know him?"

"Yeah. He's my little brother."

"Really?"

Before I got the chance to respond the door opened. A really tall and big kid, who looked like he could be a football player, walked into the room.

"Uh oh. Here comes trouble." Thorn murmured.

"Please," Nasuada whispered back. "He's not going to get in trouble."

"Why?" I ask. "Who is he?"

Thorn looks at me. "The biggest spoiled jerk in the school. Galbatorix King."

"His dad is in charge of the school board. So he and his friends never get in trouble." Nasuada finished for him.

"Mr. King," Mrs. Snyder starts "Can I ask why you're barging into my class room half way through the class?"

"I don't know. Can you?" he says, smirking at her.

Nasuada glared at him.

Mrs. Snyder pressed her lips into a thin line and I figured she was going to have another freak attack. Instead she just said "Don't let it happen again Mr. King." Then went back to teaching the class.

"Did that really just happen?" I asked.

Thorn sighed. "Get used to it Murtagh. It happens in every class. He comes to class whenever he feels like it, does whatever homework and tests he feels like, sleeps whenever he feels like it and gets an A. Every teacher treats him like that."

"Just because his dad's a board member?"

"They want to keep their jobs." Nasuada told me.

"Last year he got four teachers axed." Thorn said.

"For what?"

"Depends on who you're talking about." Nasuada said.

"One teacher tried to give him detention for coming to class late." Thorn started.

"Axed." Nasuada informed me.

"One teacher tried to get him to take a test."

"Axed."

"One teacher gave him a B."

"Axed."

"One teacher woke him up from his beauty sleep."

"Let me guess." I said before Nasuada could say anything. "Axed?"

Thorn grinned and clapped my back. "Good job new kid. You're catching on."

"Yeah well I guess-"but I was interrupted by someone slapping my desk.

"Stop talking!" Mrs. Snyder said in that half yell from earlier. We stopped talking.

What? You didn't really think I'd leave out Galbatorix did you? ;) Next chapter will be back in Eragon's pov and I'll be bringing in Shruikan, because you can't have Galbatorix without Shruikan, and Arya :) Just for anyone who's curious I have nothing against teachers. I just enjoy making them weird. So thanks for all the reviews I've gotten so far and please keep them coming. And I'm curious. Which pov do you like more: Eragon or Murtagh? Please tell me in your review. Thanks :)

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