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Chapter One: The School.
I managed to keep the sword a secret for three years. That was hard, because being caught with a sword in this house is worse than being caught with a dirty magazine. Luckily, my parents aren't the kind that will raid you're room every month (Coughmyparentsinreallifecough.).
Slowly, my parents and I began seeing less of each other, since I was out practicing with Randy. (Yes, I named my sword.). I think my parents are getting suspicious, because they say things like "Looking 'sharp' son!", but I think it's just me.
I went to my first day of third grade when I was nine. The thing about my tribe, the Kutolah, is about 80 of the population were trained for bows, if you haven't already figured that out. I you don't believe me, look at out school flag. It looks like a bow and arrow, and below it was two arrows making an X, and under that was a quote that says "In bows we trust." Scary, huh? Fortunately, our school basically teaches only fighting, unlike other schools that teach "math" or "science" with no fighting whatsoever. How can they stand it? I think there should be a weapon drive or something for those other schools.
Anyway, the first thing we did was pledge allegiance, and then we got a tour of the school. I was amazed by all the things I saw, such as the swimming pool the aquarium, the armory, and the classrooms. My teacher for weapons was Ms.Katre. When I went into the class, the teacher spoke.
"Good morning class! Today, we will learn about- HEY! DON'T-"But a kid that was already climbing on the shelves had already smashed a picture of Ms. Katre and her fiancé, Derek.
"YOU!" The teacher shrieked, "PRINCIPAL NED'S OFFICE, NOW!"
The child walked out of the classroom in fake shame.
"I can read your thoughts, children, and you all will be staying after school for 45 minutes to write a report on why you don't climb onto Ms. Katre's shelves to do meaningless destruction to the only picture of her boyfriend!"
The class, including me, started to giggle. I heard students say stuff like, "Teacher's got a booooyfrieeend." And, "Ms. Katre and Derek, sittin' in a tree!"
Now she was really mad! "Multiplication time! 45 minutes of after- school work times two is an hour thirty!"
I couldn't believe it! I didn't do anything! I wondered how that other kid who destroyed the picture was doing while we learned about the weapon's triangle.
"Axes beat lances." Ms. Katre began, "lances beat swords," (when she said that, I gave a silent "Nooo!"), "and swords beat lances." She concluded. "Yes!" I said out loud. Ms.Katre had heard me.
"Do you have something to add…Umm…" She flipped through her book for a name. "Guy?"
Some people started mumbling. One kid even said, "Yes, teacher?" But she said "No, Tracie. His name is Guy." The mumbling turned into confused mumbling. I stood up.
"Yes, I do." I began, "When I get older, I want to be, umm… A swordsman!"
The kids started to giggle again. "Guy wants to be a swordsman, guy wants to be a swordsman!" I heard. I felt like that elf in the story of the magic red-nosed reindeer. The elf who wants to be a dentist instead of a toy making slave. Then, I started to do some mumbling of my own.
"If you would let me finish," Ms. Katre said, "I was about to say that archers have no weapon weaknesses.
Bullcrap!
"That's not true!" I shrieked, "I saw a hero totally whip a sniper when I was five!"
Now it was mumble mania. "Guy, I can NOT tolerate lies! Corner, dunce cap, NOW!"
I reluctantly went to the corner. While there, I saw that other kid come back from the office. After a while, I saw someone else walk up to Ms.Katre and say, "Why doesn't Zak have to stay after school?"
"Whatever he went through at the office was punishment enough." She replied.
I was walking down the hall after class when I heard someone shout "Hey! Hey you, Guy!"
After the name thing in class, he could be talking to anybody.
"You!" It was a male voice. "I…am…talking…to…you!" I felt hands around my shoulders as I was whirled around to see the face of the kid who got sent to the office earlier.
"Hey, dunce-cap guy!" (Great, now I have a reputation.) "I've been meaning to catch up to you. Want to be friends?"
I stood there, thinking. Here I was, minding my own business, when suddenly I am asked to be friends with someone who got sent to the office at the first day of school!
"Wait, you cant just-"I began, when he interrupted, "Great! Cool now let's go over there do you like grape juice I do my name is Zak!"
He said that so fast I asked him "Are you part squirrel?" Instead of laughing, he frowned, turned away and muttered "Typical…"
"Wait!" I shouted, "It was a joke. You talk pretty fast." I paused. " My name is Guy, and I want to be a-"
"Swordsman, right?"
"How did you know?" I asked, astonished.
"Who doesn't? News of that spread faster that wildfire. Everyone wants to be a freaking archer, but not me! I want to be a paladin. That's why I came to you. You're the only other person who wants to be something other than an archer.
"By the way, I sort of have a…reputation around here.
"What kind of reputation?" I asked, "a reputation for looking exactly like the guy who's writing this story?"
"What guy?"
"Never mind"
Zak looked confused, but continued. "I'm sort of a… troublemaker."
"Dur-de dur." I said, cross-eyed.
"Well," He said, "You would be like me too if you had that teacher last year. I'd be crippled if it weren't for the principal! He'll just give you a note and expect you to give it to you're parents!" He stopped to take a breath. "If you don't do something 'bad' enough to get you sent to the office, you will suffer all year, seeing as when one person goes to the office, all the others will suffer. Speaking of class" He stated "We're here!"
He had talked the entire way to the next class. Health class.
"Well, we had better go inside." I said to Zak.
"Righto."
After class, Zak and I walked down the hallway. It was the end of the day. Not much happened except a kid shouting "Hang in there, Guy!"
Confused, I made my way to the door with Zak.
This chapter is a lot longer than the last one, I know, so it took me a while to write. Yes Zak doesn't only look like me, he is me. C ya next chappy!
