The rest of the week was more or less normal. Go ahead; laugh as I say
"normal." I spent my time as a human, wandering around the neighborhood or
visiting Erek's dogs. I worked a lot on re-learning old human habits I had
forgotten, such as showering, brushing, or simply facial expressions. Not
that I had forgotten how to shower or anything like that, I just didn't
have that instinct anymore, the push in the back of your mind that tells
you to do those seemingly sensible tasks. Nevertheless, I was pretty
confident that the habits I should have would naturally come back into
place.
"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?" asked Mr. King with a chuckle in his voice.
"Huh?" I stuttered, looking up from my cereal. Erek was next to me on the kitchen counter eating a slice of bacon Mr. King had prepared.
"You're shadowing Jake tomorrow aren't you?" he answered as he placed another plate into the dishwasher.
"Oh yeah. Tomorrow," I said.
Erek rested his hand on my shoulder and laughed. "Aww, it's almost Toby's first day of school!"
I laughed and shoved him away. "Well, it should be interesting, I think. Jake says I don't need to bring anything the first day, my teachers will tell me all of the supplies I need and I bring them the next day."
"Oh, well when you do need some we have plenty of school stuff in the closet. Extra stuff of Erek's that he didn't need to use. Go ahead and take that when you need it," offered Mr. King. He turned off the sink.
"Thanks." I took the last bite of my cereal. "Well, I'm going to go for a walk."
Mr. King and Erek exchanged glances and smirked. "Yeah. Sure. Waallllk."
"What?" They grinned. "I'm NOT going flying, guys."
"Yeah, okay, whatever. Have fun on your WALK." Erek smiled. Jake and them had kind of decided it would be good for me to avoid morphing the first week or so to get more accustom to being a human.
I walked outside and headed down the street. It was very warm out. Plenty of thermals, great for-NO! I'm not going to fly. I can get used to this. I don't need to fly all of the time. But it is such a nice day.....
I really hadn't intended on flying today.
Soon enough, I was in the air. Wings spread, thermals lifting me higher and higher. I relaxed and let the air carry me wherever it wished. The wind gently tapped my face and rustled my feathers, taking all of my problems with it and carrying them to the other side of the sky. The warm air below me, supporting my body and allowing me to relax, while the open air above me invited me to go higher, anywhere I wanted. I was free. I was home.
I spent some time just flying around aimlessly, twisting and turning with the wind. It was like hanging out with an old friend you haven't seen in a while. I wondered when I would next morph to- Wait. DEMORPH. [This is just a morph! How long have I been in it? Tobias you're so stupid!] I flew to the ground and concentrated on my human self. I was in panic. It seemed like minutes before I started to see changes. I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was fully human again, I looked around. There was a large clock tower in the distance. An hour and fifty minutes. "That was close. I have to be more careful."
I demorph- er, morphed back to hawk and flew home. It wasn't as enjoyable. Luckily the Kings weren't around to see me in just my morphing suit. I threw on some clothes and stayed inside the rest of the day.
Later that night Jake called to check up on tomorrow's plans. Erek and I would walk to school together and I would meet Jake in front.
"Okay, everything's cool. And Tobias?"
"Yeah?"
"Get some sleep. It's not so fun getting up early."
"Ah. Yep. Bye."
I laid in bed awake for a while, staring at the shapes in the ceiling. When I was human I always was sort of a night owl. I'd stay up in my room and draw, read, or make up stories about my parents. Then again, as a hawk I didn't really sleep either. Sleeping as a bird is strange; you're asleep but you're not asleep, like human sleep. I felt sort of dumb tonight though, it was just like the nights I spent when I would come back to my uncle's house and start school over again, pondering about who would find new fun messing with me this time around. Whether I might make a friend for once. Tomorrow will be different. I'm starting out fresh, without "beat me up I'm helpless" vibes. It will be a brand new day.
"Ooo look, a duck," I said, pointing to the ceiling as I drifted off to sleep.
"Please, stop! Stop!"
In the hallway in the school. A teenager kicked me in the ribs, over and over and over. I coughed up blood and it landed on his shoe.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled pointing to his foot. I couldn't speak. He pulled a knife from his jacket pocket and raised it up over my head.
Suddenly a flutter of wings blocked my vision. I turned and saw a hawk, a red-tailed hawk only at least 6 feet tall soar above him, scratching and snapping at him until he ran away, limping. The bird turned around only it wasn't a bird anymore.
"Elfangor?"
He pulled me to my feet and I walked down the hallway unharmed just as the bell rang.
BRRIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
I jumped out of bed and slammed my fist onto the alarm clock. I looked around my room and collapsed back onto my bed.
Knock knock I heard on the door. "Tobias! Get up!" Mr. King.
"Nnuuhhhgghhhnn," I responded and slid to the floor. Ugh. Now I remember. With much effort I dragged myself back up and stumbled to the bathroom.
Somehow I managed to get ready and make it downstairs in time. "Breakfast?" asked Mr. King holding up a box of cereal.
"Uhnnnngghh," I answered.
Erek laughed. "You'll get used to it." He shook my shoulder and headed towards the door. "Come on, time to go."
Erek and I headed towards the school. We didn't talk much, I was still pretty much waking up. The walk really helped though, the air was crisp and fresh and there was a soft breeze ruffling my hair back a little. It helped wake me up, so by the time we got there I wasn't such a zombie.
I saw Jake up by the front door. He didn't look as good. Eyes bloodshot with bags under them. "You okay?" I asked.
"What? I'm fine. Why?" he asked calmly.
"Well, you look like crap."
"Oh. Yeah that's what school does to you. I'm doing fine though, really. Just takes more time for me to wake up," he explained as his eyes fluttered. "Well, let's get going."
I followed Jake into the school. It was strange. It was like I remembered it, though everyone was older, of course. The guys were all pretty much the same, standing around trying to look like they didn't care about anything but sneaking looks at their reflections in the windows. Occasionally pulling out a hacky-sac and showing off, even though they couldn't keep it off the ground for more than about three seconds. The girls were much different than before. No more braces and pigtails, staring at the boys, pointing and giggling. Now, dressed in tiny outfits, walking back and forth in little groups by boys, shaking their hips trying to show themselves off to people they wouldn't give the time of day to. I also saw frequent small groups of two to three girls ranting on about how Jerry didn't call her last night even though he said he'd think about it- which obviously means he's in love with the girl and they'll get married next week. Another thing that really perturbed me was how a lot of the girls looked relatively the same. Extremely fake tans, layered hair with highlights and lowlights that made them look like someone spilled some sort of cream in their hair. It was like a school of clones.
"In here," Jake said, turning into a classroom. "Homeroom," he explained. He walked to the teacher. "Hi, this is"
"Tobias!" the teacher yelled. She had gray hair that stuck out in all directions and triangle shaped glasses. She wore bright red lipstick, some of which was on her teeth. "Yes, the principal informed me of you're coming here. Well have a GREAT day at High! I hope you absolutely LOVE IT!" she smiled and sighed like she witnessed a couple marry.
"Um, thanks," I said and followed Jake to the back of the room. I tried not to notice the stares of people following me. I was prepared for looks of disgust like usual, but- hmm. None of the boys really noticed. But there were several pretty girls looking me up and down-were they checking me out? No. Nobody does that to me. Definitely not. I slowly turned my head towards a girl. She smiled and did a weird thing with her eyes while she nibbled on her pen. Shocked, I jerked my head away and sat down. The desk was hard wood and uncomfortable. More comfortable than a tree, though, I guess.
"I hope you don't mind, I have to finish up some of my homework," Jake said and pulled out a notebook. I spent the ten minutes of homeroom sitting and avoiding the glances of the girls. I was sure I looked awkward, sitting like if something moved I would jump up and kill somebody. Eventually the bell rang and Jake and I headed to first period.
"Okay, in case you don't remember Tobias," Jake said as we walked down the crowded hallway, avoiding the cliques barricading themselves on various ends. "There's homeroom for ten minutes, then there are four 90 minute classes, with ten minute passing times. Except for between homeroom and first period, that's only five minutes. Lunches are during third hour.
"Okay," I said as we stepped into first period. From the posters on the walls I could tell what class it was. Math. Math was always my worst. Jake and I sat down in the back again. I wondered if there were assigned seats in this class. It didn't seem like it since no one told me to leave my spot.
Up in front of the room I spotted the teacher. You could tell right off from the start that he was a little kooky. He was pretty tall, not skinny but not fat. He had a fair layer of gray hair with bushy gray eyebrows and a fuzzy gray beard. His eyes kind of went to a point at the end. In an odd way that you wouldn't really see unless you've seen him, he remarkably resembled a goat. He wore brown pants with suspenders over a plaid shirt.
Jake leaned over to me and whispered, "We call him goat-man." Ahh. So I wasn't the only one that noticed. "He's cool, though, most people like him as long as you don't get annoyed easily." That's good. "Oh, and watch out for the puns."
I didn't know what Jake meant but I figured I'd know soon enough. About a minute before the bell rang, "Goat man" walked over to my desk and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Mr. Sanvelle. Do you have a name?"
"Yeah, it's-"
"Oh! That's good. I'd be sad if I didn't have a name," he responded as he walked back to the front of the room. He turned to a girl eating a granola bar and asked, "So, do you like food?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Me too. I like pizza. I could eat all eight pieces of a pizza. But not if I cut it into 16 pieces, I don't think I could eat that many." The bell rang.
"Good morning," announced Mr. Sanvelle. "Today we're going to start the next unit in algebra. We'll learn about Polynomial nomenclatures. Just a review first, what's a positive times a positive?" he asked as he wrote "Positive X Positive" on the white board.
"Positive," someone answered.
"Exactly. Positive times negative?" he asked, also writing it on the board.
"Negative."
"Yes! And Negative times negative?"
"Positive."
"Precisely," he said, writing down everything. "Now copy this down if you can't remember. So-"
Then a confused looking girl in the middle of the room asked "Mr. Sanvelle? I was just wondering, I mean I know that those are right, but I don't exactly get why it's like that."
"Oh. Those are the rules," he answered.
"Rules of what?" she asked.
"Of math," he answered again. She looked confused. "Oh, don't you know? Math is just a game. And those are the rules. I teach you the rules of math in this room so you know how to play." He smiled and turned around, writing on the whiteboard.
The rest of the class went fairly well. I had never been that good at math, but the way Mr. Sanvelle was teaching I was able to follow along a lot better than usual. And I hadn't even had math in over a year. His quirky ways made the class seem not so long. Before I knew it, it was over.
The next class, history, was a lot different. It was taught by an old teacher, long, thin with her hair pulled into a tight bun. She seemed pretty strict. There were assigned seats in that class, so I had to pull up a chair next to Jake's desk for the day. The whole period was spent copying down notes while she droned on and on. I found myself looking out the window a lot in that class.
I was glad when that class was over. Not just because of the boredom, but because lunch was next. My stomach had been growling, I guess I should have had breakfast after all.
As Jake and I walked through the lunch line I noticed how I hadn't had a single evil look at me the whole day. I was starting to think maybe school isn't so bad.
"At lunch we usually don't all eat together," Jake told me after we had paid. "But I figured it wouldn't hurt if we all ate with each other today." We headed toward a table where all of the others were sitting. I set my tray down next to Rachel to sit down when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl I recognized from math. She was one of "the clones." She had weird looking dyed hair, a nice tan and a skimpy outfit. I guess most guys would think of her as "really hot." I mean she was good looking, but she wasn't beautiful like Rachel.
"Hey. You're new aren't you?" she asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
"Yeah," I said simply.
"Hiiii! I'm Grace!" she said cheerfully. "So, do u like, wanna come sit with me and my friends-suh?"
Before I could really respond, Rachel jumped up next to me. "Listen, Grace, he's not interested."
"But, I was just-"
"Oh, I know what you 'were just.' Take your plastic chest and get back with the other clones before I make a belt out of your arm."
"Oh!" Grace looked shocked and turned away. Rachel and I sat back down. Rachel calmly went back to eating while everyone stared at her.
"What?!" she asked. Everyone shrugged and conversed with each other.
"So," Rachel said, turning to me. "How's the day been going? It's nice to be able to see you here."
"It's been going all right. I mean, it's school, isn't it?" Rachel laughed. I guess I can actually say I had fun during lunch. It was cool just sitting around talking about classes, people, and what not. It was almost.....normal?
There's not much to say about the rest of the day. I had two more classes, biology and communications, both of which Rachel were in. Cassie was in our communications class, while Marco was in biology. At the end of communications, we all decided to get home separately and take care of any home matters. My job was basically to collect any school stuff I'd need to bring the next day. As we parted ways, I caught Rachel's eye and she smiled. I smiled inside and walked home.
Well, that was a fun chapter to write:) By the way, Mr. Sanvelle is based upon my 9th grade math teacher, he was a very silly person and I thought he was someone Tobias could learn from. Thanks to all of you who reviewed! It means a lot to know that people enjoy my fic. And anonymous-cat, I do agree that that is a GREAT idea to have side effects to the device, but I already have some problems other than that for our poor Tobias that I'm sure ull find interesting.....you'll just have to find out! Lol why do we have to be so mean to him? Oh well Thanks again for the reviews cya soon!
"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?" asked Mr. King with a chuckle in his voice.
"Huh?" I stuttered, looking up from my cereal. Erek was next to me on the kitchen counter eating a slice of bacon Mr. King had prepared.
"You're shadowing Jake tomorrow aren't you?" he answered as he placed another plate into the dishwasher.
"Oh yeah. Tomorrow," I said.
Erek rested his hand on my shoulder and laughed. "Aww, it's almost Toby's first day of school!"
I laughed and shoved him away. "Well, it should be interesting, I think. Jake says I don't need to bring anything the first day, my teachers will tell me all of the supplies I need and I bring them the next day."
"Oh, well when you do need some we have plenty of school stuff in the closet. Extra stuff of Erek's that he didn't need to use. Go ahead and take that when you need it," offered Mr. King. He turned off the sink.
"Thanks." I took the last bite of my cereal. "Well, I'm going to go for a walk."
Mr. King and Erek exchanged glances and smirked. "Yeah. Sure. Waallllk."
"What?" They grinned. "I'm NOT going flying, guys."
"Yeah, okay, whatever. Have fun on your WALK." Erek smiled. Jake and them had kind of decided it would be good for me to avoid morphing the first week or so to get more accustom to being a human.
I walked outside and headed down the street. It was very warm out. Plenty of thermals, great for-NO! I'm not going to fly. I can get used to this. I don't need to fly all of the time. But it is such a nice day.....
I really hadn't intended on flying today.
Soon enough, I was in the air. Wings spread, thermals lifting me higher and higher. I relaxed and let the air carry me wherever it wished. The wind gently tapped my face and rustled my feathers, taking all of my problems with it and carrying them to the other side of the sky. The warm air below me, supporting my body and allowing me to relax, while the open air above me invited me to go higher, anywhere I wanted. I was free. I was home.
I spent some time just flying around aimlessly, twisting and turning with the wind. It was like hanging out with an old friend you haven't seen in a while. I wondered when I would next morph to- Wait. DEMORPH. [This is just a morph! How long have I been in it? Tobias you're so stupid!] I flew to the ground and concentrated on my human self. I was in panic. It seemed like minutes before I started to see changes. I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was fully human again, I looked around. There was a large clock tower in the distance. An hour and fifty minutes. "That was close. I have to be more careful."
I demorph- er, morphed back to hawk and flew home. It wasn't as enjoyable. Luckily the Kings weren't around to see me in just my morphing suit. I threw on some clothes and stayed inside the rest of the day.
Later that night Jake called to check up on tomorrow's plans. Erek and I would walk to school together and I would meet Jake in front.
"Okay, everything's cool. And Tobias?"
"Yeah?"
"Get some sleep. It's not so fun getting up early."
"Ah. Yep. Bye."
I laid in bed awake for a while, staring at the shapes in the ceiling. When I was human I always was sort of a night owl. I'd stay up in my room and draw, read, or make up stories about my parents. Then again, as a hawk I didn't really sleep either. Sleeping as a bird is strange; you're asleep but you're not asleep, like human sleep. I felt sort of dumb tonight though, it was just like the nights I spent when I would come back to my uncle's house and start school over again, pondering about who would find new fun messing with me this time around. Whether I might make a friend for once. Tomorrow will be different. I'm starting out fresh, without "beat me up I'm helpless" vibes. It will be a brand new day.
"Ooo look, a duck," I said, pointing to the ceiling as I drifted off to sleep.
"Please, stop! Stop!"
In the hallway in the school. A teenager kicked me in the ribs, over and over and over. I coughed up blood and it landed on his shoe.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled pointing to his foot. I couldn't speak. He pulled a knife from his jacket pocket and raised it up over my head.
Suddenly a flutter of wings blocked my vision. I turned and saw a hawk, a red-tailed hawk only at least 6 feet tall soar above him, scratching and snapping at him until he ran away, limping. The bird turned around only it wasn't a bird anymore.
"Elfangor?"
He pulled me to my feet and I walked down the hallway unharmed just as the bell rang.
BRRIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
I jumped out of bed and slammed my fist onto the alarm clock. I looked around my room and collapsed back onto my bed.
Knock knock I heard on the door. "Tobias! Get up!" Mr. King.
"Nnuuhhhgghhhnn," I responded and slid to the floor. Ugh. Now I remember. With much effort I dragged myself back up and stumbled to the bathroom.
Somehow I managed to get ready and make it downstairs in time. "Breakfast?" asked Mr. King holding up a box of cereal.
"Uhnnnngghh," I answered.
Erek laughed. "You'll get used to it." He shook my shoulder and headed towards the door. "Come on, time to go."
Erek and I headed towards the school. We didn't talk much, I was still pretty much waking up. The walk really helped though, the air was crisp and fresh and there was a soft breeze ruffling my hair back a little. It helped wake me up, so by the time we got there I wasn't such a zombie.
I saw Jake up by the front door. He didn't look as good. Eyes bloodshot with bags under them. "You okay?" I asked.
"What? I'm fine. Why?" he asked calmly.
"Well, you look like crap."
"Oh. Yeah that's what school does to you. I'm doing fine though, really. Just takes more time for me to wake up," he explained as his eyes fluttered. "Well, let's get going."
I followed Jake into the school. It was strange. It was like I remembered it, though everyone was older, of course. The guys were all pretty much the same, standing around trying to look like they didn't care about anything but sneaking looks at their reflections in the windows. Occasionally pulling out a hacky-sac and showing off, even though they couldn't keep it off the ground for more than about three seconds. The girls were much different than before. No more braces and pigtails, staring at the boys, pointing and giggling. Now, dressed in tiny outfits, walking back and forth in little groups by boys, shaking their hips trying to show themselves off to people they wouldn't give the time of day to. I also saw frequent small groups of two to three girls ranting on about how Jerry didn't call her last night even though he said he'd think about it- which obviously means he's in love with the girl and they'll get married next week. Another thing that really perturbed me was how a lot of the girls looked relatively the same. Extremely fake tans, layered hair with highlights and lowlights that made them look like someone spilled some sort of cream in their hair. It was like a school of clones.
"In here," Jake said, turning into a classroom. "Homeroom," he explained. He walked to the teacher. "Hi, this is"
"Tobias!" the teacher yelled. She had gray hair that stuck out in all directions and triangle shaped glasses. She wore bright red lipstick, some of which was on her teeth. "Yes, the principal informed me of you're coming here. Well have a GREAT day at High! I hope you absolutely LOVE IT!" she smiled and sighed like she witnessed a couple marry.
"Um, thanks," I said and followed Jake to the back of the room. I tried not to notice the stares of people following me. I was prepared for looks of disgust like usual, but- hmm. None of the boys really noticed. But there were several pretty girls looking me up and down-were they checking me out? No. Nobody does that to me. Definitely not. I slowly turned my head towards a girl. She smiled and did a weird thing with her eyes while she nibbled on her pen. Shocked, I jerked my head away and sat down. The desk was hard wood and uncomfortable. More comfortable than a tree, though, I guess.
"I hope you don't mind, I have to finish up some of my homework," Jake said and pulled out a notebook. I spent the ten minutes of homeroom sitting and avoiding the glances of the girls. I was sure I looked awkward, sitting like if something moved I would jump up and kill somebody. Eventually the bell rang and Jake and I headed to first period.
"Okay, in case you don't remember Tobias," Jake said as we walked down the crowded hallway, avoiding the cliques barricading themselves on various ends. "There's homeroom for ten minutes, then there are four 90 minute classes, with ten minute passing times. Except for between homeroom and first period, that's only five minutes. Lunches are during third hour.
"Okay," I said as we stepped into first period. From the posters on the walls I could tell what class it was. Math. Math was always my worst. Jake and I sat down in the back again. I wondered if there were assigned seats in this class. It didn't seem like it since no one told me to leave my spot.
Up in front of the room I spotted the teacher. You could tell right off from the start that he was a little kooky. He was pretty tall, not skinny but not fat. He had a fair layer of gray hair with bushy gray eyebrows and a fuzzy gray beard. His eyes kind of went to a point at the end. In an odd way that you wouldn't really see unless you've seen him, he remarkably resembled a goat. He wore brown pants with suspenders over a plaid shirt.
Jake leaned over to me and whispered, "We call him goat-man." Ahh. So I wasn't the only one that noticed. "He's cool, though, most people like him as long as you don't get annoyed easily." That's good. "Oh, and watch out for the puns."
I didn't know what Jake meant but I figured I'd know soon enough. About a minute before the bell rang, "Goat man" walked over to my desk and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Mr. Sanvelle. Do you have a name?"
"Yeah, it's-"
"Oh! That's good. I'd be sad if I didn't have a name," he responded as he walked back to the front of the room. He turned to a girl eating a granola bar and asked, "So, do you like food?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Me too. I like pizza. I could eat all eight pieces of a pizza. But not if I cut it into 16 pieces, I don't think I could eat that many." The bell rang.
"Good morning," announced Mr. Sanvelle. "Today we're going to start the next unit in algebra. We'll learn about Polynomial nomenclatures. Just a review first, what's a positive times a positive?" he asked as he wrote "Positive X Positive" on the white board.
"Positive," someone answered.
"Exactly. Positive times negative?" he asked, also writing it on the board.
"Negative."
"Yes! And Negative times negative?"
"Positive."
"Precisely," he said, writing down everything. "Now copy this down if you can't remember. So-"
Then a confused looking girl in the middle of the room asked "Mr. Sanvelle? I was just wondering, I mean I know that those are right, but I don't exactly get why it's like that."
"Oh. Those are the rules," he answered.
"Rules of what?" she asked.
"Of math," he answered again. She looked confused. "Oh, don't you know? Math is just a game. And those are the rules. I teach you the rules of math in this room so you know how to play." He smiled and turned around, writing on the whiteboard.
The rest of the class went fairly well. I had never been that good at math, but the way Mr. Sanvelle was teaching I was able to follow along a lot better than usual. And I hadn't even had math in over a year. His quirky ways made the class seem not so long. Before I knew it, it was over.
The next class, history, was a lot different. It was taught by an old teacher, long, thin with her hair pulled into a tight bun. She seemed pretty strict. There were assigned seats in that class, so I had to pull up a chair next to Jake's desk for the day. The whole period was spent copying down notes while she droned on and on. I found myself looking out the window a lot in that class.
I was glad when that class was over. Not just because of the boredom, but because lunch was next. My stomach had been growling, I guess I should have had breakfast after all.
As Jake and I walked through the lunch line I noticed how I hadn't had a single evil look at me the whole day. I was starting to think maybe school isn't so bad.
"At lunch we usually don't all eat together," Jake told me after we had paid. "But I figured it wouldn't hurt if we all ate with each other today." We headed toward a table where all of the others were sitting. I set my tray down next to Rachel to sit down when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl I recognized from math. She was one of "the clones." She had weird looking dyed hair, a nice tan and a skimpy outfit. I guess most guys would think of her as "really hot." I mean she was good looking, but she wasn't beautiful like Rachel.
"Hey. You're new aren't you?" she asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
"Yeah," I said simply.
"Hiiii! I'm Grace!" she said cheerfully. "So, do u like, wanna come sit with me and my friends-suh?"
Before I could really respond, Rachel jumped up next to me. "Listen, Grace, he's not interested."
"But, I was just-"
"Oh, I know what you 'were just.' Take your plastic chest and get back with the other clones before I make a belt out of your arm."
"Oh!" Grace looked shocked and turned away. Rachel and I sat back down. Rachel calmly went back to eating while everyone stared at her.
"What?!" she asked. Everyone shrugged and conversed with each other.
"So," Rachel said, turning to me. "How's the day been going? It's nice to be able to see you here."
"It's been going all right. I mean, it's school, isn't it?" Rachel laughed. I guess I can actually say I had fun during lunch. It was cool just sitting around talking about classes, people, and what not. It was almost.....normal?
There's not much to say about the rest of the day. I had two more classes, biology and communications, both of which Rachel were in. Cassie was in our communications class, while Marco was in biology. At the end of communications, we all decided to get home separately and take care of any home matters. My job was basically to collect any school stuff I'd need to bring the next day. As we parted ways, I caught Rachel's eye and she smiled. I smiled inside and walked home.
Well, that was a fun chapter to write:) By the way, Mr. Sanvelle is based upon my 9th grade math teacher, he was a very silly person and I thought he was someone Tobias could learn from. Thanks to all of you who reviewed! It means a lot to know that people enjoy my fic. And anonymous-cat, I do agree that that is a GREAT idea to have side effects to the device, but I already have some problems other than that for our poor Tobias that I'm sure ull find interesting.....you'll just have to find out! Lol why do we have to be so mean to him? Oh well Thanks again for the reviews cya soon!