Chapter three: Getting Settle

"Why were you guys on that railroad car?" Zoey ask. "It's crazy since you can get yourself killed."

"Easy gal, we were just getting a ride to a place we're going to," Harry said still trying to get up since that Zoey trip him onto the ground.

"Why don't you guys use a car to get to your place?" Chase ask.
"Because my dad can't afford a car right now, but as soon as more checks come in, he'll be able to afford the tuition for PCA," Monica said. When Harry and Monica finally got up, Zoey got a good glimpse at his face.

"Well, I'm Zoey Brooks, and this is my..." Zoey starts.

"Your boyfriend?" Monica ask.

Zoey shook her head. "No, my best friend, Chase Matthews," Zoey said.

"Yeah, just best friends," Chase said. "Nothing else."

"Well, my name is Harry Wolfgang, and this is my sister, Monica Wolfgang," Harry said. "We're here from Sham... I mean Memphis, Tennessee," he said. He thought that if they knew they were from a coal mining town, they would start humiluating them, probably even get some coal and throw it at them. "Yeah, Memphis, Tennessee, that's where my family is."

Zoey and Chase nods her heads. "Well anyway, let's take you to PCA," she said. They walk for about one and a half miles back to the campus. When they arrive, Harry starts following Chase, and Monica follows Zoey.

When Monica arrives at her dorm, Zoey got her key hanging from her necklace, and opens the door. Dana, Nicole, and Lola were in there studying.

Zoey said, "Everyone, this is a new student, Monica Wolfgang. Monica, this is Dana Cruz, Lola Martinez, and Nicole, um, I never got her last name."

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you all," Monica said.

"Yeah, right," Lola said gathering her things and pushes her out of the way getting out.

"What's her deal?" Monica ask.

"She's mad because she was suppose to be our roomate this year," Zoey said. "Anyway, here's that glass case that came before you did."

Quickly, Monica got her sword out of the suitcase and the permit. She places the sword in the glass case and locks it. Then she puts it back on the mantle, and places the permit into an empty frame and places it next to the glass case.

"What do you guys think about the sword?" Monica ask.

Zoey said, "It looks great but why do you have that sword?"

"It belong to my German ancestors who fought in the German wars back in the past all the way to the Renassiance," Monica said. "My father said that having an important articfact of your past is a very good luck charm while doing something out of the ordinary. You see, my family live slightly poor in Memphis, until my father acquire a job as a high-paying judge. He decided to give us a better education so he had us send here."

Zoey almost smile at that story, "Wow, I can't believe your father got a high paying career," she said. "I thought that your father would be working in a place I heard called Shamokin, PA."

Monica look at her in a shock way. "Why would my father work under the earth?" she ask. "He's not that stupid."

Zoey shook her head. "Actually, I don't mind if someone came from Shamokin, PA. Infact, my uncle once worked there before they started finding nothing but rock slabs down there," she said. "Maybe if you were from Shamokin, it would remind me of my uncle."

"Wait a minute Zoey," Monica said. Zoey looks back. "I am from Shamokin, PA."

"What are you talking about? Your brother said you're from Tennessee," Zoey said.

"He lied. My father doesn't have a good career, he's a mine superintendent for Shamokin," Monica said. "We recently just found 25 seams of coal that goes all over the coal region. He's been getting his original paycheck again, so he invested into lots of stocks, and he decides to send us here. He didn't want people figuring out we're from a mining town for fear of being rejected by you people, what my aunt dubs snobs."

Zoey looks at Monica like some maniac. "That's what you think of us too?"

"No, I don't think that. I think diffrently, even though my great-grandfather took part in the Holocaust," Monica said. "I don't want to be like my great-grandfather because he was a psycho. I want to be myself."

Zoey smiles at her. "Well at least you confess," she said. "We'll start from there if we're to become good friends."

"You know what, I think you should go out with my brother," Monica said.

"Why would I do that?" Zoey ask.

"Because I saw you staring at my brother, and my brother was staring back at you. I know when you're intersted in one another because I see it all the time on TV, even though the TV I had was black and white and showed only those old shows."

Zoey thought it over for a moment. "Well if he asks me out, then I'll try him out."

Meanwhile, in the boys' dorm

Harry enters his dorm with Chase.

"Okay, Harry Wolfgang, these are my and your roomates," he said. "This is Michael, and that is Logan."

"Hey Harry, welcome to PCA," Michael said.

"Wolfgang, what kind of last name is that?" Logan ask.

"A name that went down in German history as one of the greatest people of the German Empire," Harry said. He then takes out the swords. "This sword was passed down to each of my ancestors and was eventually owned by my psycho great-grandfather."

Michael looks at Harry puzzled. "Why did you call your great-grandfather a psycho?" he ask.

"We was a Nazi and a loyal friend of Adolf Hitler," Harry said. "When other Nazis fled Germany when the allies arrive at Berlin, he stayed behind and was arrested with other loyal Nazis."

"Oh, I didn't know you were related to a Nazi," Chase said very nervous.
"It's okay, I'm nothing like him," Harry said. "In fact, my grandfather, his son, fled Germany right before the Third Reich to Penn...I mean Memphis Tennessee. He was nothing like him either. He liked Jewish people, in fact, he once fell in love with a Jude. But that's enough of me, what about you all?"

Logan stood up. "I can tell you something about us. I'm rich, Michael is somewhat rich, and Chase is in the working class," he said.

"Thanks for sharing our status Logan," Michael said. "I came from a rough background."

"My mother was from Miami, California and my father came from a coal mining camp, Coalwood, West Virginia," Chase said.

Harry smile at his new friends, then he puts the sword in the glass case on the mantle piece. "Hey Chase, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Chase said.

"Are you and Zoey really not going out?" Harry ask.

"No, we're nothing but friends," Chase said. "So why do you ask?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then he said, "I'm going to ask Zoey on a date with me."