A/N: I own nothing except for me & my ideas. So if it looks familiar its not mine unless I state it is. Thanks to Echo for a great review, I might use it in future chapters. I'll need a beta reader for this & future stories, any volunteers? Remember to r & r!
I was sincerely surprised when I woke because it was after noon and Hot Soup was sitting on the bunk across from me drawing on his desk. He turned towards me and did a nice little flying leap to my top bunk and showed me what he was doing. It was the damn advanced physics test for today that I had missed. As he did this he whispered, "You can copy if ya want just do one thing," his eyes sparkled "write two more of those 'thinking outside of the box' notes. I can code them and hopefully they'll get outside." At this my eyes went wide with the idea turning it over in my mind, I had four years left in this rat trap before they put me in a chosen field. Slowly my head nodded as if on its own will and I scratched on my desk: I will only write the notes on your desk though, I can't be iced 'cause I have no home. He look me over head to toe and slipped off the bunk desk in hand ending the conversation.
Naturally I took Hot Soup up on his offer and wrote the first note during the night when only a very few were awake and only minding their own business or else I'd be in deep with everyone. Around midnight I finished and put his desk in my locker fearing what Ender would do to me if he found out. After I posted my second editorial under Soup's name I felt kind of bad about using him for my own personal gain. Its been a few weeks I guess since he asked me to do this and I'm finally free of my obligation to him.
Bean and Ender gave me a new nickname today, its Cleo as in Cleopatra, they say hawk isn't a fitting name for me. Naturally we argued on the subject and I lost horribly. Maybe they'll forget it in a few days. Also a few of the older guys have been looking at me funny. I'm only 12 or 13 and I feel like I could kill them. Graff called me into his office and gave me a necklace with a cross on it muttering something about the pope and my parents being friends, go figure.
A/N: In the next chapters: Why are some of the guys looking at Hawk funny and what the deal is with the cross.
