Hey, sorry about the wait, I was a bit busy with family stuff. This is more of a filler than anything else. This has yet to be looked over by LizzyPuff so no promises on the quality xP
Murphy and I met the next day, which for those of you who don't know, not that you would, was the second Thursday of the school year. Which meant that today was the day we got the pieces of crap that are supposed to help us in our studies.
Our tablets.
The boarders did their usual routine, went down to the caferterium and a quick breakfast before going off to out separate groups of friends and whatnot. I myself headed straight for the school cafeteria, not to be confused with the dorms private-ish caferterium that sold slightly better food, and sat at my normal table.
Amber and Zach were already there, chatting about something or other that had happened in their english class the day before. I listened in, and finding it was nothing of any real interest, ignored their conversation for the most part. Kevin arrived a few moments later, acting his usual stupid form of crazy.
This is how most days started out, though Kevin and I switch on who comes in last. Kevin's actually a local kid. He lives in the suburban area around the city and was one of the first people I met when I came. Actually, at first our similar personalities clashed, but we quickly bonded over anime freakin'. Amber and Murphy though, they go way back, before they moved in middle school we'd been in elementary school together. Now Amber lives in Atlanta ad Murphy in Denver while I've stayed in same old suburban Houston.
Lifes not fair, is it?
"Yo, Iy! What's up?" Kev asked as he took his usual spot.
"The ceiling currently," I replied blandly. "Hows life?"
"Nothing special. Hey, we go straight to homeroom today, don't we?" he asked. "I wasn't paying attention."
"And I was?" I asked smirking.
"No, apparently you weren't, and yes, you do," Amber answered for me, "We're probably skipping up to fourth like usual."
"The things we do for tablets," I added sarcastically. "At Least I don't have to deal, with the idiot twins today."
Zach rolled his eyes and added, "I have to deal with Hikaru in fifth though, and Kyouya in seventh."
Every one of my friends had at least one class with one of the Host Club members and one with two. The twins, despite their initial complaining (which the whole school heard plenty of) did not have all the same classes together, and while apparently the group were in different grades in Japan, they somehow all got placed in senior year classes. Go figure.
Anyways, we sat and talked for a little while. We usually had about three to five minutes between arriving on campus and the actual start of the school day, so usually we would talk about homework, assignments, and tests and quizzes that some of us had had the day before and the rest of us were having that day.
Hey, we're still in school.
"Hey, what do you guys have third period?" I asked. I'm sure they've told me, I just don't remember.
"Bio, you?" was Kevin's response
"Gov," Zach answered.
"English," Amber said.
"Joy, have fun with Mrs. Jinkins," I replied to the last one, "I've got theater, then business with our favorite transfer."
"At least you don't have to deal with Mr. 'I'm too cool for everyone,' for three hours," she sighed, "And she's not that bad Iy, just..."
"Sucky with the calendar?" I offered, "You remember sophomore year? That woman..."
Another thing. Our classes and teachers are specialised, and many have multiple degrees. Some teachers that teach one subject for one grade level may teach another for another.
Hey, geniuses breed geniuses. Plus our finances are mostly from school fee's and donations from past students, and geniuses also get paid a lot.
If I say that's one of the main reasons I'm here is that bad?
But, hold up on that thought. I have good intentions. I want to be a missionary, and missionary's need money. A lot of money. I mean, you can do mission work with no money, but more possibilities are open when you have money.
Plus, I'm smart, crazy smart, but lazy, oh so lazy.
I bid goodbye to my friends half a minute later and made my way to my class. Three hours to kill, what could happen?
-Typically Atypical-
As it happened, nothing did happen. The three hours went by with nothing so much as a stubbed toe, and soon I was off to fifth period after an equally boring hour of lunch.
Haruhi, and her usual assortment of well written notes and other obscure items were already seated by the door when I entered into what is usually known as fifth period.
"Yo, Haruhi," I said sitting on the desk in front of her, "You like the tablet?"
She nodded smiling happily. "Yeah. It'll be great to be able to organize all my notes. Its only the second week of the semester and I was already beginning to feel a little overwhelmed."
I smiled, if only at the absurdity of the statement. From the little I had gathered about the girl, nothing was out of reach for her, and nothing too hard. I had no doubts that she could easily handle the NBPR with no problem, but that's Haruhi for you.
Insanely honest and downplaying her own awesomeness to the point that it's downright annoying sometimes.
Oh Haruhi...
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," I said, "if I've survived you definitely will."
She smiled back at me and we conversed a little more before I was forced to sit in my actual desk, which was located on the clear other side of the classroom. We had business together, one of the only class that either rain or shine, virtual do-nothing day or not, you worked.
Fun.
We opened up our regularly scheduled programs and went to work. Business is a fairly easy class though, so the majority of us finished our assignments quickly and spent the remainder of the period doing nothing noteworthy.
Haruhi though she was the exception. While everyone else went about their normal activities she had to be her and be awesome at nothing.
Actually, she just intervened on a conversation about some new movie and started a whole new topic, but hey, she's liked by everyone, so that in itself is awesome.
And she talks to everyone. Including virtual or actual social outcasts like myself. Actually, Haruhi seems to like the social outcasts more than the normal kids. Go figure.
"Hey, are you good for meeting up in the library around 4:00?" she asked me and Nadia, "We'd better get started on the project or we'll get stuck in the stampede the week before."
"Let me guess, the 'Host Club' has yet to start," I smirked.
She nodded and we agreed to meet her. The library's located on the top floor of the dorms, on top of the workout room on the first, two floors of the caferterium and the Common Room.
"Will the Host Club be coming aswell?" Nadia asked mildly amused, raising her eyebrows. Hey, it was a given.
Haruhi's face became stoney and we laughed.
"I'd put that down as a probably," I said and she gave me a strained look that practically said, 'Oh God I hope not.' I smiled sympathetically. "Well, it can't be much worse than Diana, she's got that english project with Tamaki, and its on The Kite Runner."
"Ouch, can't imagine that one going well," Nadia said.
"Tamaki can be a idiot," Haruhi allowed, "but he does do good school work and he's really genuine. You guys really don't give him much credit."
I scoffed, "Like he's earned it. I don't see how your friends with him and his group of merry men. Of all of them you and Kyouya are the only ones that are even mildly sensible, and Kyouya's got a stick up his ass half the time."
Haurhi laughed good naturedly, knowing that we were messing around and not being too serious in our words. We were a pretty open group of almost legal 'adults', we're chill and not too serious. If we really didn't like her friends she'd know, even with her less than stellar emotion reading skills.
"They all have good hearts," she said, "even Kyouya if you'd believe that. They're just..."
"Emotionally unstable?" a passerby, a boy by the name of Conner, asked. He shot Haruhi a flirty smirk but continued on with his friend to crowd around the door with the rest of the class.
Haruhi, who had not noticed the smirk, thoughtfully nodded.
I scoffed and stood. Next period I had class with the most emotionally unstable of them all.
-Typically Atypical-
"Tamaki, we need to start on this..." Diana tried as the boy read with teary eyes.
Why on earth Tamaki had chosen The Kite Runner as his book when we had a perfectly good romance book on our reading list is beyond me, and how Diana got him as her partner is just plain unfathomable.
Murphy and I sat at the table next to them and were currently listening into their conversation with more or less identical smirks on our faces. Diana's one of the coolest people around once you got to know her. Underground listener, movie fanatic, the works, but most people didn't see that.
Straight A's all around, tries her best at everything. Our schools version of Haruhi, though strict. She's like that substitute that won't let you do anything but the work your assigned, don't bother complaining, she's not going to move from her stance, but out of class she's your best friend.
Murphy and I had chosen The Kite Runner as well, but for the plain fact that it was a great piece of literature, not because, well, we could, like Tamaki.
"But- But- But! It's so sad!" he wailed, "The horror of their childhood, and when he comes back! To find his friend's son so- So-! Oh, I can't even say it!"
We snickered at his antics and continued to make our own notes.
Hey, we aren't the sucker that has him as a partner.
-Typically Atypical-