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Chapter 2

The New Arrival

I continued forward undaunted. I was not going to let a couple of gawking children unnerve me. I had my schedule memorized. So that if in case i lost it, I could still find out where I´m supposed to go. I stopped when I reached the center of the school hallway. I gazed around to find out where I´m supposed to find the History class room, my first class of the day. I soon found the correct Hall and without wasting anymore time, proceeded down the hall. When I encountered no resistance to my walking did I realize that the students where parting their path for me. Whether it was for my slight limp or for some other incomprehensible reason I could not be sure. Either way, it proved convenient for me. I soon found it without further inconvenience. First one to class, how typical of me. Even the teacher looked like she had just walked in. Hello Teacher tell me what´s my lesson. Look right through me. Look right on through me.² As Amusing as my own thoughts where, I had to leave them and speak with the teacher. Teachers to me are very good people. They try and do everything for you, bend over back wards to help you, just to see that you learn and progress in this world. How some people treat them in such a disrespectable manner is beyond me. They are paid next to nothing and face constant suffering at the hands of their students. I don´t understand the unbelievable amount of patience they have.

"Good Morning, Ms. Leens. A pleasure to meet you." I greeted, raising my right hand for a handshake.

She raised an eyebrow, and sort of edged in a handshake, as though fearing it might be some sort of trick. It wasn´t and she shook it. "And you are?" she asked skeptically.

"Drew Lipsky. I´m a new student at your school and class." I returned in an even tone. I pulled the Schedule out of my pack pack and showed it to her. While she was going over that, some more students began pouring into the class.

She wordlessly went over and added me to her roll. I glanced over and saw the names. She placed mine right below a student named Killigan, Duff. Not that i was interested, but i saw maybe between 23-24 names. 23 or 24 people i would crush on my rise to the top. I smiled grimly at my own thoughts as it quickly turned into my fake, but warm, smile as the teacher turned her eyes back on me.

"Glad to have you here Drew." She finally said. "Please take a seat wherever is available."

That may not approve with Fathers regulations on my education, so I spoke up. "Are there any seats in the front available?" I questioned, motioning to the front row.

She shook her head. "Mostly all the seats are not available, you will have to find what you can."

I frowned, but there was nothing i could do. I sighed and waited for the rest of the students to fill in. Hopefully there would be something within the front few rows that i could grab. If not, Father would be most disappointed.

The students eyes were affixiated on me, as if i were some sort of beacon for staring. I gave them an annoyed look and waited impatiently for all the class to fill in. I swore in my mind as i saw all the front row seats disappearing. I thought all of these oafs would prefer the back seats seeing as how it is best there that they can fail and be crushed in my rise to the top. I grew even more irritated as i saw the only available seats were, one, off to the side in an angle i would have to crane my neck, or two, near the back next to a huge teenager with brown hair down to his shoulders. He looked....intimidating, but i did not get the feeling that he would hurt me. It was a strange feeling... I couldn´t my tongue on the word. I decided to sit down next to the barrel chested brown haired boy.

The boy gave me an odd look as i wordlessly sat down next to him. Unfurled my backpack, and brought out my, of course, blue notebook.

"And who do ye think ye are?" He asked in slight anger, strong Scottish accent.

"Just call me Drakken." I replied, not even so much as glancing at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Drakken...." He said slowly, feeling his tongue around the odd name i had given myself. Why the name Drakken? First, I hated my real name. Second, A drake is a type of Wyrm that exists for feasting in carnages and is vile, bloodthirsty and merciless. It....Suited me... For some strange feeling I felt it suited me.

"And what kind ova name is Drakken?" He asked again.

"Mine." I replied in an even tone.

"Well My names Duff. Duff Killigan." He said proudly, with a great deal of Bravado.

I smiled semi amused at him and reached out my hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Aye..." Suspicious eyebrow. Obviously he doesn´t trust anyone with blue skin, a scar under his eye, blue cloth and silver jewelery on his left arm, and dressed in all blue. Who could blame him though? Much to my surprise, he extended his large hand and crushed mine as he shook it, I returned the grip as hard as i could so that i didn´t appear weak or small. Father always said to have a firm handshake.

As he didn´t know what to make of me, i didn´t know what to make of him. There was not much in description. For one thing, his clothes looked very Scottish in origin. He was a kilt away from filling the look. Actually he looked like he was more ready for a Golf tourney then anything. Barrel-chested, arms just about as large. Muscle everywhere. Brown hair going down to his shoulders, and eyes that beamed with intelligence. He was obviously not some Neanderthal. Maybe he and I could be friends. It appeared he enjoyed golf, from what i gathered from my inspection of the large Club bag that was placed next to his seat.

Not wanting to dwindle on the silence, i struck up a conversation. "I take it you like golf?" I finished my question about the same time i noticed that people had been eavesdropping on our conversation. Snickering about the "New guy" and his dealings with Duff. Meaning that not many where found of Duff, but were to scared to say anything directly. That being the case, if i won a friendship with Duff, I may have an easier time at this school. When i finished my question, i heard many a groan from our audience. I soon learned why.

"Aye, It´s the best sport ever invented. Why...." He rambled on. I didn´t pay much attention. But I can respect a guys opinion and liking of anything that much. It´s nice to see someone have something, even if you don´t have it. He didn´t get to finish cause class soon started.

It was very, very, very, boring.

I knew everything the teacher had said. One, because I had already learned it by having to read and catch up with my fellow students before i came to class so that i wouldn´t be behind. apparently having gone to far on my studies. And two, because she was saying the words verbatim from the book.

I checked the syllabus of the class, once again, to make sure whether i had to participate in the class or not. I find out i needed to, but not that much. So, not wanting to attract to much attention then i already did, which was kind of hard for a boy with blue skin, i raised my hand only a couple of times.

The class flew by slowly, seeming to drag on for eternity. I felt i wanted to smash my head against my desk, But instead i took up drawing onto my notebook. Father wouldn´t like it, but i couldn´t help myself either.

"Duff, Do you know the answer?" The teacher asked, seeing as how no one had raised their hands, and she was calling at random.

Duff looked taken aback, I looked over and saw a golf magazine that been inconspicuously placed inside his history book. I smirked.

"...Duff?" The teacher asked impatiently, waiting for his response when he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, not responding. Obviously, This Duff fellow had a problem of not paying attention in her class. Maybe this was the way to gain his friendship. If i saved him....

"Well Duff, I´m waiting." She looked even more impatient, her voice not at all hiding her irritation.

This, from me. "I´m sorry, what was the question again?" I bought him some time.

She repeated the easy solvable question with a great deal of irritation. But i had already heard her the first time, and I was busy writing down a note with the answer and gave Duff a clear view of it on my desk. I just hoped Duff would catch on since he was looking right at me.

Luckily, he caught on, and answered the question. The teacher, a tad surprised, gave him a small compliment before continuing on. I stuffed the note in my note book, not wanting to show evidence. Next time he was on his own.

When the teacher began to prattle on once more, Duff whispered a thank you.

"No problem." I replied giving him a small smile. Maybe he would be my friend soon. I didn´t want to get caught for helping him, but i wanted someone strong around me, so that the same thing wouldn´t happen at last school, here. I don´t think anyone who wants that to happen again.

The class ended soon after, And I was very eager to get onto my next class, so that i would be inside the safety of a class room, with teachers and witnesses around to prevent anything bad from happening. It was to my surprise that i found Duff walking beside me for some time.

"You have AP Biology as well?" I asked surprised and looking at his towering form.

"Nope, but i do have to get to my next class in the science areas." He responded.

I smirked, and nodded. We began to converse on other things as well. It seems I had made a friend already. Good thing to, as their were other people looking our ways and giving us even more odd looks. But a quick, cold stare from Duff made them find more interesting things to look at, like their lockers or their shoes. I was even more glad I had made Duff my friend. We were in the science hall, and was about to part ways with Duff when....

"Ohhhh Duuufffiieeee!" I heard a young womans voice that made me cringe. It was if a group of banshees were shrieking their pain and suffering and hatred of all things living. It made my skin crawl, a creepy tingle down my spine, and my eardrums scream. It appeared to have an even worse effect on my new friend however, as i clearly saw the cold sweat forming.

"Run." he informed simply. But it was too late. It was already upon us.

The girl crushed Duff in a bear hug, lifting the big man off the floor.

I stared in shock of how a young, albeit plump, girl could posses such strength. She was not pretty, not ugly, more plain then anything. Ragged hair, glasses, slightly obese, and small plushy animals everywhere.

"Away with ye, lass!" Duff groaned out as she released him.

"Hows my best friend!?" She squealed in excitement.

"Not your friend." He tried to say but was quickly droned out as she started informing him all about her day. He groaned, as I waited patiently. It was very amusing seeing Duffs eyes look to me for support. But i still needed to make us stronger friends, and more friends if possible. More people i could trust. But it didn´t mean i wanted to stand in the way of rampaging--

"Oh, who are you?" She asked when she finally noticed me. She took one look at me and stopped in her tracks.

"Drakken, nice to meet you....?" I greeted and put on a warm smile as i held out my hand.

She placed her hand in mine in a, surprisingly, very graceful and lady like fashion. She obviously knew her manners. "Amy." She said while still acting very lady like.

"Pleasure to meet you." As I properly let go. I was trying to suppress this intense feeling of get the hell away as fast as you can, cause i had no idea what was causing it. I don´t know who she was but if she was friends with duff, I guess she will become my friend soon.

Well what´s the big deal with an additional friend like Amy?

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