Chapter 5: I'll Be Here
Notes before we get started: YAY! Two chapters in a single upload! I'm just happy because I had spaghetti for dinner, and I'm putting off studying for my Religion test tomorrow. X.x; Anyway, enjoy.
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This is weird, Asa decided, not wearing a cape. It was less of a bother.
"Everyone?" The excitable, slightly pudgy balding man clapped his hands. "Everyone, we've got a new student today! Asa Pike, please stand up!"
Asa did as he was told and smiled weakly at everyone staring at him.
"We don't have to sing the welcome song, do we?" one of the kids whined.
The yellow eyes widened slightly in worry. Mr. Plank saw this and laughed heartily. "No, not unless Mr. Pike wishes it."
"You guys don't have to sing…really. Please don't." People chuckled, including Mr. Plank, who motioned for him to sit down.
"But, welcome to the class, Asa. I'm sure everyone will try to make you feel at home." Asa stared at his notebook, nodded slightly. Thanks. I'll need it.
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The bell rang. Students threw their stuff in their bags and hurried out the door. Asa packed his books more slowly and shuffled out. "See you tomorrow," Mr. Plank called cheerfully.
"Bye." He searched his pockets for the piece of paper that held his locker number and combination. It wasn't there. Asa began to panic.
"Lookin'…for this?" A boy popped up in front of him, holding the paper with a smirk. Asa gave him a wary glance and reached for the paper.
"Yes…" The guy let him take it, and offered a hand.
"The name's Dale, professional pick-pocket." He struck a pose. "But you may call me Dale." His smile showed off two dimples in his cheeks, and the sapphire eyes sparkled. Asa smiled back at him, for the first time in a week.
"I'm Asa."
"Yeah, I know. Cool name. You're in first English, right? With Plank?"
"Yes."
"Me too. We're locker buddies, you know."
Asa chuckled. "Locker buddies with a professional pick pocket…"
"I'm not gonna steal anything…they made me sign a legal document." Dale held two fingers up, crossed.
"Well, alright, show me where it is."
"The paper?"
"No…the locker."
"Alrighty-ro!" Dale grabbed his arm and swerved through the crowd like a fish through a river. He stopped abruptly before a box in the blue hallway. He gestured to the box."Locker forty-six, Hallway Blue, Wilmington High, this is Asa, Asa...your locker."
As the hallway became less and less crowded with people rushing off to classes, Dale became quieter and watched Asa deposit a few books in the empty bottom half of the locker. He stared out the door about ten lockers away, watching the sun fry the green grass to a well-done, crunchy brown.
Asa slammed it shut, but it didn't completely close. "Ya gotta bump it with your hip." Asa did so. It shut. The wolf boy hitched up the strap of his backpack and stared down the hallway.
"Where's Smith's chem room?"
"Looks like we got the same schedules!" Dale smiled and nodded towards the green hallway. "I'll show you. C'mon." He started towards the chemistry room, but stopped.
Asa stared desolately at him. Only one other person had helped him find classrooms before, and that was so long ago…
"Hey…what's wrong?" Asa shook his head, tried to suck back in the tears that had been forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Nothing. I'm coming."
"Ever had to change schools before?"
"Only once...like seven years ago..." Dale gave him a sympathetic look.
"Killer. You'll get used to it, though. I'll be here." He gave Asa a smile. "I'll help you out."
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End Chapter.
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oO; No! No! Not a triangle, heaven forbid! Jeebles cripes alive.