Disclaimer: I own the stuff you don't recognize. Which will be most of the
main characters, Roslindale, Connecticut and I'm not sure about the rest yet.
But I'll keep you posted, promise.
Zane's POV
I grinned at my best friend Tre, the school year already started off with a bang when Richard, the pretty boy of our grade went and got slapped by Amanda. Those two are suited for much, except for entertainment, and entertaining they were.
Tre poked me, "He look, new kid to your right. So what type do you think he is?" he raised an eyebrow towards the guy who sat in the back, hair falling into his eyes. He was lying slumped in his seat. It looked like he was about five minutes away from dreamland.
I grinned, "He's one of us."
By that I mean he fit into our group, our group of two. Here at Franklin A. Canterbury Academy for Gifted Youth, we had cliques, a lot of them. There were the populars, consisting of Amanda and Richard, that sort. Then there were the suck ups. That group consisted of people like Sophia, Meredith, and David. They sucked up like nobody's business. There were outsiders that didn't associate with anybody, and were often times nameless. I only knew of one really. Serena. We had been a few classes together, and if you got past her cold exterior, she was actually quite funny. But I didn't get to do it often. Then there was Tre and I; we were the pranksters of the grade and the school. I wondered sometimes how we stayed in the school, but we did.
"So, do we go over?" Tre asked me. I nodded.
"Yup," I confirmed and we walked over.
The guy looked up as we approached, "You wanted something?" he asked, his dark eyes flat.
"Who said we did?" I shot back. Yes, we'd be great friends.
"You were looking at me, and talking about me. So what was I supposed to think, you wanted to grant me three wishes?" he asked me this as he raised an eyebrow.
Tre shrugged, "So we wanted to talk to you, is that so much to ask?"
He quirked a half-smile. "Depends, home much money do you got on ya?"
The two of us sheared a look and then stared at him. It was my turn to quirk a smile. "You're that great that we have to pay you in order to talk?"
The boy looked up, "Yes, and by the rate I'm talking, you owe me a twenty right now. I take cash or credit."
Tre's face faulted as he sputtered. "Are you insane?" he finally managed out. I smirked; Tre didn't like it when others took the sarcastic side of things, which was his job.
The guy didn't even seemed phased by the question. "My cousin seems to think so, and some times so do I? But sanity is much like beauty; it's in the eye of the beholder. Are you done?"
I shot him a look. "Sorry, we're here to stay. My name's Zane," I pointed to myself and then jerked my head towards Tre. "That's William so and so the Third. We just call him Tre."
"Call me William and you die," Tre said through clenched teeth. My smirk grew wider, I must remember to call him that in the near future. His grandmother must have visited if he was this insistent on what people called him.
"My name's Jordan. Jordy if I like you," he said before brushing his hair out of his eyes.
I stuck out my hand and he looked at if for a second before tentatively reaching out and shaking it. He shook Tre's hand as well and we settled down next to him and waited for homeroom to pass.
And it did, as did the first four periods. Finally lunch came about and the three of us scampered out of mathematics before the teacher found out what Tre did while I distracted him, and therefore assign us more homework. Tre and I darted down the left hallway when everyone went down the right, Jordan followed us, and curious to see where we were going.
"Isn't the cafeteria the other way?" he asked as we walked down the hall.
Tre nodded, "Yeah, but the food's nasty. We get are food from another place."
I nodded and stood in front of an open doorway. "Hey, Carlos!" I yelled into the room.
"What do ya want me amicito (1)?" a young man, about 25 asked as he walked into the hallway.
"Food would be nice," Tre said as he dug in his wallet, and soon produced a five. I pulled a five out, but then replaced it and took out a ten. "You got something for my friend by any chance?"
Carlos nodded and handed three bags to me. "I'll go out and get more later. Nice doing business with you," he nodded towards us and then went back to whatever he was doing previously.
Jordan looked at the two of us; "You get your lunch from the janitor?"
I nodded, "Yeah, beats the cafeteria's food. The stuff bounces, for real."
I gave a look that told Tre to back me up. "Yeah, Zane's right, there were science experiments done to those things. And McDonalds is a lot better too."
We nodded together and went to sit on the steps of the school.
"So, Jordan, tell us about yourself," Tre asked once we settled down.
The new boy was silent for a moment before shrugging, "Not much to tell," he told us quietly.
I wrinkled my forehead. Not much to tell? What kind of person was this guy anyway? Everyone had a story to tell, even if it wasn't adventurous or anything, but it was a story. Take mine for example, my parents split up when I was four, and my dad had a nice comfy job at one of the New York network stations as a newscaster, so I live with him.
But it really doesn't matter, I don't see my dad at all, and when I do get the pleasure, he buys me stuff. He thinks love can be bought. It can't, but I did get a bunch of stuff out of it, so I really shouldn't complain.
"Not much to tell, that's a load of bull," Tre said, expressing my own thoughts. Gee he was great for that.
Jordan smirked, "I lived in California before my cousin up rooted me and brought me to the East Coast. It's friggin cold right now, and what the hell do you guys do when it snows, go underground?"
I smirked, but stayed silence as Tre tried to process this, "Go underground?" I said finally. "We're not the mole people. It's called a jacket if you must know."
Tre turned to me; "You actually watched that movie, the Mole People?" he said in awe.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah I did stupid," I said, "but that's not the topic of discussion right now."
"I am, aren't I?" Jordan said, quirking a small smile.
I nodded, "Now you said your cousin brought you here? So you don't like with your parents? Cool," I said, never mind the fact I practically didn't live with my father.
Jordan shrugged non-commodity, "I guess. My parents weren't very good, Oz actually cares about me, but sometimes I wonder if that's a good thing or not. He's rather protective."
Tre smirked, "My mom used to, and then we all found out she was on drugs, she's now in a rehab clinic down in the Bahamas."
Jordan gave him a cool look, "And you don't care?" he asked finally.
Tre shrugged, "She was a gold digger. Besides she just had me so she'd be tied to him for the rest of my life. Big shock when my dad got custody." He sounded very nonchalant about it, but I knew better, I knew it hurt. I had been his best friend since the first day of school way back when we were 4.
Jordan nodded solemnly and turned to his hamburger. Fast food certainly was a lot nicer than what he was made to eat at home, if he was made to eat any more vegetables, he'd turn green.
They finished their lunch in silence before heading back to class.
The end of the day dragged by, slowly, agonizingly slowly. When the final bell rang, I threw a paper ball at the back of Richard's head. I grinned as it hit its target, but quickly hurried away as soon as he turned. He had a reputation for getting angry at the slightest little things. And they weren't rumors either, I unfortunately, got to experience how far his temper went, on a number of occasions.
"You're an idiot Zane," Tre said to me as we walked out of the classroom and toward our lockers.
I shrugged, "Whatever. I'm going to get Jordan from English, meet me here, okay?" I told him before shoving my textbook in his arms and darting off down the hall.
Minutes later I walked back down the hall, the other boy following me. "So you up for it?" I asked him as we neared Tre, who was still standing where I had left him.
"Up for what?" Tre questioned as shoved my book back at me.
"Hanging out with you guys fir the afternoon. And I told you, I don't know if my cousin will let me. He's protective," Jordan said.
I rolled my eyes, "So? He should be happy you're making friends, and it's not like you have homework, it's the first day of school. We don't do anything in the first week," I tried to cajole him.
He threw up his hands, "Fine!" he exclaimed.
I grinned, score one for me, zero for Jordan. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't notice that I walked into someone. "Sorry," I said hurriedly and walked away.
"It's okay!" a girl shouted. Looking back towards the sound, I saw that it was the new girl. I think her name's Gabriella or something, she was in a class or two of mine, I think.
The three of us walked out into the sunshine and fresh air of the Connecticut coast. "School's out! Only 180 more days left!" I whooped and bounded down the steps.
I nearly ran into someone again, but Jordan's hand stopped me. "You're some kind of klutz, aren't you?" he asked me.
I shrugged; I was never one to say anything bad about myself. And nobody else did really, except for Richard, but that was okay. I was a god, and who would dare insult a god.
"Oi, faggot!" Richard yelled from behind me. I turned as I rolled my eyes. There was one of the few.
"What do you want?" I snapped, turning on my heel.
He reached to grab me, but Jordan stepped in front of me. "Get out of here, he didn't do anything to you," he said in a low voice. It sounded like he was almost growling.
Another boy stepped in front of Richard. This guy was new, because I had never seen him before. Must have been the other new kid that some of the girls were talking about in art today.
"Get out of the way. I think Rich want's to say something to the guy that needs you to protect him shrimp," he snarled out.
I looked at him, and then back at Jordan, and then I noticed something, Jordan was shorter than me, but then again, maybe he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, and it wasn't like he was tiny, only about 5'4".
"Make me," Jordan ground out, his eyes narrowed in anger, possibly because of the crack about his height.
The new boy swung, aiming for Jordan, but he ducked, leaving me out in the open. The new boy had his momentum going so he couldn't stop and his fist hit me. There was so much force behind it, it took my by surprise and sent me stumbling backwards, causing me to loose my footing and fall backwards, hitting my head.
Or that's what they told me afterwards.
All I know is that I saw the fist coming towards me, and I froze, not knowing what to do. Yeah, I saw it, but I didn't know what to do. So like an idiot, I let him hit me, and stumbled and hit my head.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
Everything was black, or so I thought.
There was a soft hum in the air, and it woke me up from where ever I was. I unfurled myself and stood, stretching. This seemed perfectly normal, really, but when I looked down, I didn't see a body nor did I see legs, I saw paws.
I let out a shrill squeak. I turned and looked at my body, I was short and long. Some kind of weasel, maybe a ferret even.
I rushed out into the open as I felt my body start to enlarge. It wasn't painful, just tingly if you know what I mean. Sorta like when you put icy hot or ben gay on really sensitive parts of the body, not that I've actually done that mind you.
When the tingling was complete, I was back to human again. Except I didn't feel like me. I felt different I guess you could say. For one thing, I was leaner; I looked like a runner, or a swimmer.
I took a stride and then another and then another. I grinned, whooped and took off running. Where I do not know, but I needed to go, and my heart will lead me. I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
And all went dark once more.
~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~
(1) amicito- don't know if this is really a word in Spanish, but if it is, it should translate roughly into "little friend". And if it's not really a word, I just made up a new one!
Author's Notes: Wow, these things are becoming normal. Damn. Well then, sorry about the above bad word, but it was necessary . Okay, there will be no Dawn or pretty much anyone from Sunnyhell or LA. Why? Cause it's my fic. And if you don't like the tention that I put between groups, too friggin bad, it's my ficcy, and that's what middle school's like. I don't own Zane's last lines, they are from Robert Frost's poem "Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening," or something like that. Oh and I do not own Carlos, the janitor, Fruitcake does. Fruitcake was very gracious in letting me barrow Carlos and I returned him in proper working order. And next part will have lots more Connor, Gabriella, and Jordy goodness. I promise, and the fic actually starts to take shape....bwhaha. And I'm perfectly sane, really.....
Zane's POV
I grinned at my best friend Tre, the school year already started off with a bang when Richard, the pretty boy of our grade went and got slapped by Amanda. Those two are suited for much, except for entertainment, and entertaining they were.
Tre poked me, "He look, new kid to your right. So what type do you think he is?" he raised an eyebrow towards the guy who sat in the back, hair falling into his eyes. He was lying slumped in his seat. It looked like he was about five minutes away from dreamland.
I grinned, "He's one of us."
By that I mean he fit into our group, our group of two. Here at Franklin A. Canterbury Academy for Gifted Youth, we had cliques, a lot of them. There were the populars, consisting of Amanda and Richard, that sort. Then there were the suck ups. That group consisted of people like Sophia, Meredith, and David. They sucked up like nobody's business. There were outsiders that didn't associate with anybody, and were often times nameless. I only knew of one really. Serena. We had been a few classes together, and if you got past her cold exterior, she was actually quite funny. But I didn't get to do it often. Then there was Tre and I; we were the pranksters of the grade and the school. I wondered sometimes how we stayed in the school, but we did.
"So, do we go over?" Tre asked me. I nodded.
"Yup," I confirmed and we walked over.
The guy looked up as we approached, "You wanted something?" he asked, his dark eyes flat.
"Who said we did?" I shot back. Yes, we'd be great friends.
"You were looking at me, and talking about me. So what was I supposed to think, you wanted to grant me three wishes?" he asked me this as he raised an eyebrow.
Tre shrugged, "So we wanted to talk to you, is that so much to ask?"
He quirked a half-smile. "Depends, home much money do you got on ya?"
The two of us sheared a look and then stared at him. It was my turn to quirk a smile. "You're that great that we have to pay you in order to talk?"
The boy looked up, "Yes, and by the rate I'm talking, you owe me a twenty right now. I take cash or credit."
Tre's face faulted as he sputtered. "Are you insane?" he finally managed out. I smirked; Tre didn't like it when others took the sarcastic side of things, which was his job.
The guy didn't even seemed phased by the question. "My cousin seems to think so, and some times so do I? But sanity is much like beauty; it's in the eye of the beholder. Are you done?"
I shot him a look. "Sorry, we're here to stay. My name's Zane," I pointed to myself and then jerked my head towards Tre. "That's William so and so the Third. We just call him Tre."
"Call me William and you die," Tre said through clenched teeth. My smirk grew wider, I must remember to call him that in the near future. His grandmother must have visited if he was this insistent on what people called him.
"My name's Jordan. Jordy if I like you," he said before brushing his hair out of his eyes.
I stuck out my hand and he looked at if for a second before tentatively reaching out and shaking it. He shook Tre's hand as well and we settled down next to him and waited for homeroom to pass.
And it did, as did the first four periods. Finally lunch came about and the three of us scampered out of mathematics before the teacher found out what Tre did while I distracted him, and therefore assign us more homework. Tre and I darted down the left hallway when everyone went down the right, Jordan followed us, and curious to see where we were going.
"Isn't the cafeteria the other way?" he asked as we walked down the hall.
Tre nodded, "Yeah, but the food's nasty. We get are food from another place."
I nodded and stood in front of an open doorway. "Hey, Carlos!" I yelled into the room.
"What do ya want me amicito (1)?" a young man, about 25 asked as he walked into the hallway.
"Food would be nice," Tre said as he dug in his wallet, and soon produced a five. I pulled a five out, but then replaced it and took out a ten. "You got something for my friend by any chance?"
Carlos nodded and handed three bags to me. "I'll go out and get more later. Nice doing business with you," he nodded towards us and then went back to whatever he was doing previously.
Jordan looked at the two of us; "You get your lunch from the janitor?"
I nodded, "Yeah, beats the cafeteria's food. The stuff bounces, for real."
I gave a look that told Tre to back me up. "Yeah, Zane's right, there were science experiments done to those things. And McDonalds is a lot better too."
We nodded together and went to sit on the steps of the school.
"So, Jordan, tell us about yourself," Tre asked once we settled down.
The new boy was silent for a moment before shrugging, "Not much to tell," he told us quietly.
I wrinkled my forehead. Not much to tell? What kind of person was this guy anyway? Everyone had a story to tell, even if it wasn't adventurous or anything, but it was a story. Take mine for example, my parents split up when I was four, and my dad had a nice comfy job at one of the New York network stations as a newscaster, so I live with him.
But it really doesn't matter, I don't see my dad at all, and when I do get the pleasure, he buys me stuff. He thinks love can be bought. It can't, but I did get a bunch of stuff out of it, so I really shouldn't complain.
"Not much to tell, that's a load of bull," Tre said, expressing my own thoughts. Gee he was great for that.
Jordan smirked, "I lived in California before my cousin up rooted me and brought me to the East Coast. It's friggin cold right now, and what the hell do you guys do when it snows, go underground?"
I smirked, but stayed silence as Tre tried to process this, "Go underground?" I said finally. "We're not the mole people. It's called a jacket if you must know."
Tre turned to me; "You actually watched that movie, the Mole People?" he said in awe.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah I did stupid," I said, "but that's not the topic of discussion right now."
"I am, aren't I?" Jordan said, quirking a small smile.
I nodded, "Now you said your cousin brought you here? So you don't like with your parents? Cool," I said, never mind the fact I practically didn't live with my father.
Jordan shrugged non-commodity, "I guess. My parents weren't very good, Oz actually cares about me, but sometimes I wonder if that's a good thing or not. He's rather protective."
Tre smirked, "My mom used to, and then we all found out she was on drugs, she's now in a rehab clinic down in the Bahamas."
Jordan gave him a cool look, "And you don't care?" he asked finally.
Tre shrugged, "She was a gold digger. Besides she just had me so she'd be tied to him for the rest of my life. Big shock when my dad got custody." He sounded very nonchalant about it, but I knew better, I knew it hurt. I had been his best friend since the first day of school way back when we were 4.
Jordan nodded solemnly and turned to his hamburger. Fast food certainly was a lot nicer than what he was made to eat at home, if he was made to eat any more vegetables, he'd turn green.
They finished their lunch in silence before heading back to class.
The end of the day dragged by, slowly, agonizingly slowly. When the final bell rang, I threw a paper ball at the back of Richard's head. I grinned as it hit its target, but quickly hurried away as soon as he turned. He had a reputation for getting angry at the slightest little things. And they weren't rumors either, I unfortunately, got to experience how far his temper went, on a number of occasions.
"You're an idiot Zane," Tre said to me as we walked out of the classroom and toward our lockers.
I shrugged, "Whatever. I'm going to get Jordan from English, meet me here, okay?" I told him before shoving my textbook in his arms and darting off down the hall.
Minutes later I walked back down the hall, the other boy following me. "So you up for it?" I asked him as we neared Tre, who was still standing where I had left him.
"Up for what?" Tre questioned as shoved my book back at me.
"Hanging out with you guys fir the afternoon. And I told you, I don't know if my cousin will let me. He's protective," Jordan said.
I rolled my eyes, "So? He should be happy you're making friends, and it's not like you have homework, it's the first day of school. We don't do anything in the first week," I tried to cajole him.
He threw up his hands, "Fine!" he exclaimed.
I grinned, score one for me, zero for Jordan. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't notice that I walked into someone. "Sorry," I said hurriedly and walked away.
"It's okay!" a girl shouted. Looking back towards the sound, I saw that it was the new girl. I think her name's Gabriella or something, she was in a class or two of mine, I think.
The three of us walked out into the sunshine and fresh air of the Connecticut coast. "School's out! Only 180 more days left!" I whooped and bounded down the steps.
I nearly ran into someone again, but Jordan's hand stopped me. "You're some kind of klutz, aren't you?" he asked me.
I shrugged; I was never one to say anything bad about myself. And nobody else did really, except for Richard, but that was okay. I was a god, and who would dare insult a god.
"Oi, faggot!" Richard yelled from behind me. I turned as I rolled my eyes. There was one of the few.
"What do you want?" I snapped, turning on my heel.
He reached to grab me, but Jordan stepped in front of me. "Get out of here, he didn't do anything to you," he said in a low voice. It sounded like he was almost growling.
Another boy stepped in front of Richard. This guy was new, because I had never seen him before. Must have been the other new kid that some of the girls were talking about in art today.
"Get out of the way. I think Rich want's to say something to the guy that needs you to protect him shrimp," he snarled out.
I looked at him, and then back at Jordan, and then I noticed something, Jordan was shorter than me, but then again, maybe he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet, and it wasn't like he was tiny, only about 5'4".
"Make me," Jordan ground out, his eyes narrowed in anger, possibly because of the crack about his height.
The new boy swung, aiming for Jordan, but he ducked, leaving me out in the open. The new boy had his momentum going so he couldn't stop and his fist hit me. There was so much force behind it, it took my by surprise and sent me stumbling backwards, causing me to loose my footing and fall backwards, hitting my head.
Or that's what they told me afterwards.
All I know is that I saw the fist coming towards me, and I froze, not knowing what to do. Yeah, I saw it, but I didn't know what to do. So like an idiot, I let him hit me, and stumbled and hit my head.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
Everything was black, or so I thought.
There was a soft hum in the air, and it woke me up from where ever I was. I unfurled myself and stood, stretching. This seemed perfectly normal, really, but when I looked down, I didn't see a body nor did I see legs, I saw paws.
I let out a shrill squeak. I turned and looked at my body, I was short and long. Some kind of weasel, maybe a ferret even.
I rushed out into the open as I felt my body start to enlarge. It wasn't painful, just tingly if you know what I mean. Sorta like when you put icy hot or ben gay on really sensitive parts of the body, not that I've actually done that mind you.
When the tingling was complete, I was back to human again. Except I didn't feel like me. I felt different I guess you could say. For one thing, I was leaner; I looked like a runner, or a swimmer.
I took a stride and then another and then another. I grinned, whooped and took off running. Where I do not know, but I needed to go, and my heart will lead me. I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
And all went dark once more.
~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~
(1) amicito- don't know if this is really a word in Spanish, but if it is, it should translate roughly into "little friend". And if it's not really a word, I just made up a new one!
Author's Notes: Wow, these things are becoming normal. Damn. Well then, sorry about the above bad word, but it was necessary . Okay, there will be no Dawn or pretty much anyone from Sunnyhell or LA. Why? Cause it's my fic. And if you don't like the tention that I put between groups, too friggin bad, it's my ficcy, and that's what middle school's like. I don't own Zane's last lines, they are from Robert Frost's poem "Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening," or something like that. Oh and I do not own Carlos, the janitor, Fruitcake does. Fruitcake was very gracious in letting me barrow Carlos and I returned him in proper working order. And next part will have lots more Connor, Gabriella, and Jordy goodness. I promise, and the fic actually starts to take shape....bwhaha. And I'm perfectly sane, really.....
