Chapter 2:

BPO was a large school, reminiscent of the manor houses in the south of France. A building appeared behind tall gothic gates, trees dotting the road up to the wooden double doors. Behind the building was a courtyard with a fountain, spewing up water every now and then. On the sides of the fountain stood smaller houses, each the same smooth white brick as the large building. It would have been a very pretty sight if were not for the dark clouds looming overhead ominously. Wolfgang Bogdanow, however, was used to the weather. He was from Berlin, Germany; where it was almost always cloudy. He sighed, following a large crowd of students through the double doors into a large foyer with staircases on either side of the room.

It was much bigger inside than he'd expected, and he stood apart from the rest, his backpack at his feet. His was not the only reaction. Many other students whispered, wondering who'd show up. There were so many languages being spoken… French, Mandarin, Spanish, Arabic. He even thought he'd heard Greek, although he wasn't very sure. Of course, everyone here had a basic understanding of English, as that was the core language of the international school. His own English was okay, though he hadn't paid much attention at his public high school. He scanned the room, and saw a man standing at the top of the balcony. He slowly descended the staircase, stopping so that everyone could make him out. A hush descended upon the hundreds of students. The man was tall and his hair was shockingly white. He looked down at everyone through his glasses, his stare cold but amused.

"Hello everyone. I am Mr. Matheson, your headmaster for the next year. I hope you all enjoyed your summer." He looked around and paused on Wolfgang's face… then continued to look around the room.

"But, now, it is time to return to our studies. You have all been chosen to represent this institution because of your talents, intelligence, and diligence. Don't disappoint. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, follow the halls to the administration rooms. They are based alphabetically on your names." With that he turned back upstairs, and everyone walked around the building, some whispering, others whooping loudly at the start of another school year.

Wolfgang walked around slowly, and then found his room at the end of the corridor. There was a paper taped to the door, which read "A-D." He turned the brass knob. A woman sat at a desk, typing on a computer. She turned in her swivel chair when she heard him come in. "Hello! What's your name?"

"Wolfgang Bogdanow." He stood, staring at her, as she typed in what he assumed was a registry. Her printer slid out a few papers, and she handed them to him.

"Enjoy your stay!" She smiled radiantly at him.

Wolfgang turned and was surprised to see a long line of kids waiting behind them. Squeezing himself through the line of students at the door, he examined his papers and inevitably bumped into someone. Looking up, he saw a pretty, olive skinned girl. "I'm sorry…" he picked up her books and handed them back to her.

"It's fine," she said in a thick accent. She smiled, slightly startled, and walked down to the room he'd just exited.

Wolfgang let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in. He watched her until she'd entered the room, and then shook his head and looked at the schedule. House 2, room 8. He walked away from the administrative building to the large courtyard where several groups of students were loitering, talking to their friends, or making out. A street sign pointed to each house, and he made for House number 2. Gingerly opening the door, he looked inside and saw a vast living room, with columns supporting the ceiling. Stepping inside, he was just about to place his bag down when someone jumped from behind a pillar and screamed "Boo!" loudly.

"Gahh!" Wolfgang jumped back in surprise and yelled, more in annoyance than fear.

The boy who'd scared him chortled and pointed at him, holding his stomach as it rippled with laughter. He was tall and skinny, with tousled brown hair. He stood up straight long enough to ask "Wie gehts?"

Wolfgang smiled despite himself and replied, "Good. You're German. I'm from Berlin."

The boy moved closer to him and stuck out his hand, "Hallo. I'm Felix."

Wolfgang tentatively shook his hand. "I'm Wolfgang." At this, Felix started laughing again.

"Wolfgang?! But that name is so old…" he paused as he saw Wolfgang's cool glare, and quickly said, "Alright, Wolfie. Welcome to the Board!"

Wolfgang looked confused as Felix took his bag and dumped it onto one of the couches near a stone fireplace. "What do you mean, 'the Board'?"

"That's what everyone calls this school. So much kuhler than that BPO name. What are we, a technology company?" He laughed at his bad joke and continued, "You're going to like it here, Wolfie. I mean, the food, it's awful, but you get used to all the fish." Wolfgang threw himself in a chair opposite Felix, who was lounging on an ottoman.

"It must be nice to live here during school." Wolfgang looked up at the ceiling, light shimmering from the crystal chandelier above their heads.

"Oh yes, House 2 is one of the nicest houses. I'm glad I got assigned to this one. So why are you here?"

"I don't really know," Wolfgang shuffled his feet uncomfortably; afraid they would be nearing the subject of his family. However, he continued anyway, "but they told me that I was very smart. I guess I'm lucky to even be here. I fight too much at school."

Felix nodded in approval and replied, "I don't even know why I'm here… I don't know shit!" He laughed and swung his feet to the floor. Beckoning him to the stairs, they spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking their belongings and looking around the house.

It was some time later, when the sun was setting, that Felix turned to Wolfgang. "Hey Wolfie, do you want to go to a party?"

Wolfgang looked outside the window, "Are we allowed to?" Not that he cared much about the rules, but he did not want to mess up and be sent back home.

"Who cares? House 1 has awesome parties. And girls. And parties." Felix grinned, a wild light flickering in his eyes.

Wolfgang moved off his bed, smiling at his new friend as he shoved his feet into his dark boots. "Alright… let's go."

A/N: Here's the 2nd chapter. I love Wolfgang, so of course I wanted to devote a chapter to him. But don't worry, we'll see all the characters in the next part. Just to clarify, this story will explore being a sense8. Feel free to review!

~C.o.D.