David's alarm-clock rang, causing the boy to jump up from the floor.
"Almost forgot it was school," He mumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He slammed his fist on the clock, shutting it off.
Throwing off his bed clothes and putting on a simple red t-shirt and green shorts, David noticed that the bed Sam had been sleeping in last night was empty. The bed covers were lying on the floor and the pillows had dry drool on it.
David groaned in annoyance. "I wonder if he went back to his home in the forest," He said, hopefully. Alas, he heard thudding coming from downstairs and the sound of glass and objects being moved around.
With a sigh, David trudged through the already-open door and down the stairs. He could hear Sam humming from downstairs.
After David reached the bottom of the stairs, he entered the kitchen room to see Sam floating off the ground in front of an open cupboard. David noticed that he was rearranging the several cups in the board.
"What are you doing?" He asked. "Organizing the cups," Sam replied without bothering to turn and acknowledge the other boy. "I'm putting the black and blue cups on the right and the less-important cups on the left."
"Is that really necessary?" David asked. "Well, at my house, my sister put the black cups on the right and the blue on the left, but since this house has these dainty white ones, I feel compelled to change the arrangements a bit," Sam responded.
David grumbled. "You know, if you're going to stay here, then-"
David stopped short when he suddenly realized something about Sam's clothing.
"You're wearing my clothes!" David shouted. Sam was wearing David's black shirt with the picture of a baseball player on the front, as well as one of David's regular blue jeans. They were clearly too big for him, though, but Sam didn't seem to notice.
"I would've picked Janet's clothes because they fit me, but they're mainly pink and purple, and I don't do those clothes.," Sam said.
"Because they're too girly?" David asked. "Not really," Sam replied. "I also don't do green, yellow, orange, cyan, magenta, or brown."
"You must not have a lot of clothes then," David smirked. "Listen, Davey Jones, the only colours I dress in are black, blue, and sometimes red," Sam snapped, finally turning around to face him.
"Well, black is actually a shade, not a colour," David corrected. Sam stared at him with a blank expression. "What the dimension did you just say?" He asked.
David shrugged. Before the two could say anything else, their parents arrived.
"Oh, I see you're ready to go to school," Agatha said, smiling. David spun around. "No I'm not!" He shouted. "I hate school! It's terrible! I nearly went insane last time!"
"Oh, come on, it's only seven hours long," Felix said. "That's the problem, it's seven hours TOO LONG!" David screamed.
"What a drama queen," Sam whispered, rolling his eyes while still hovering a few feet off the ground.
"David, I'm sure you can handle four more days of school for the week," Agatha said, and she grabbed David by the collar. "And I don't want your teacher waiting for you." With that, she dragged David kicking and screaming towards the door.
"Am I going to school?" Sam asked hopefully. "Not a chance," Felix stated. "You're staying here so me and honey can see all your powers."
Sam's eye twitched. "So that's what I'm here for, a bloody experiment," He growled. "Not really, we'll let you go when we see all you powers," Felix said, grinning innocently.
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Like that's any better," He said through gritted teeth.
…..
David and Agatha drove up to the Crystal City Independent School District. "Now, behave son," Agatha said as she pulled David out of the car and towards the school.
The other children were already pouring into the school. David would've used the opportunity to take off running, but he glanced towards his mother. She was staring down at him with a look that told him not to try anything funny. So, David reluctantly followed the other children inside.
The school seemed more crowded than usual. He noticed several children he hadn't seen before entering his classroom. Izzy was in the front, but he couldn't see Brenda.
David followed the children inside. He could recognize several kids in his class from yesterday, including a small brunette girl, a diminutive boy with glasses, and off course, Izzy.
With a sigh, David sat down in front of Izzy. The teacher, oddly enough, hadn't arrived yet, so the kids were making small talk with each other. David kept quiet, hoping not to attract any attention from the other children, least of all Izzy.
Too bad for him, this wouldn't be the case. An Indian boy turned around and said, "Hello, David."
David wasn't one to be very polite with kids he didn't know very well. "Screw you!" David shouted, startling several kids. "You think I was talking to you?!"
"Okay, okay," The boy mumbled. "Yeah, that's what I thought!" David hissed before turning away. Izzy immediately jabbed him with her ruler.
"Will you lay off?" He asked.
The older girl scooted closer towards him. "I hear whippersnappers with your attitude likely end up as criminals when they're older," She whispered in his ear with a smirk.
David shoved his hand in Izzy's face, pushing her away. "Like the same doesn't apply to you?" He asked. "You are five times as horribly, missy."
Izzy whacked him with her ruler. "Stop it!" David shouted. He then noticed that Brenda wasn't in the class. "Where's Ms. Collins?" He asked.
"She skipped school," Izzy replied bluntly. "Why'd she do that?" David asked. "I don't know, she said she wanted a word with someone, but she didn't say who?"
Before David could reply, Mrs. Worthington burst in. "Well class, are you ready to talk about the importance of the environment?" She asked.
David groaned. "At least Benda's not here," He mumbled.
…..
"Okay, I want you to levitate this hammer off the table," Felix ordered. Sam sighed. "I don't have telekinesis, Mr. Barret," He said. "Then how do you move things without touching them?" Felix asked.
"I have these…I don't know how to describe it," Sam mumbled. Deciding to show them instead of tell them, Sam's transparent hand shot out from his back, grabbed the hammer, and hoisted it up over Felix's head.
"Amazing!" Felix shouted as Sam dropped the hammer in the toolbox with his third hand. "How many of those do you have? A million? A quadrillion?"
"Just two," Sam mumbled. "Uh-huh," Felix said, obviously disappointed. "Well, I have a new test. Now I want you to-"
"Um, Felix, can I have a moment outside?" Sam asked. "I promise I won't run away."
Felix stared at him suspiciously, but then nodded. Instantly, Sam jumped up, flew towards the door, swung it open, and ran through.
"Man, that guy's a creep," Sam whispered. He hadn't even gotten on the driveway when he was shoved into a wall.
"Ow, what the heck?!" Sam shouted as he clutched his bruised arm. He glanced to whoever had pushed him and saw Brenda. She was wearing a red shirt and a black skirt, and her arms were folded across her chest.
"What is your problem?!" Sam shouted. Brenda shoved him into the wall again. "Don't get all cheeky on me!" She shouted. "There was something strange going on with Janet last night, and it had to do with you!"
"Look, I have no idea what you're-" Sam started but Brenda grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall a third time.
"She said you turned your hand into a blade and stabbed that dog to death," Brenda hissed. "Almost like a mirror person. But I don't believe you're a mirror person!"
That's a relief, Sam thought to himself, but Brenda tightened the grip on his neck.
"You listen to me, boy!" She shouted. "I don't know what happened in that alley, but you definitely did not rescue Janet from that dog! You're much too pathetic to do that!"
Brenda finally let Sam go, and he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
"There are mirror people in this city, Woodstump!" Brenda snapped. "And I intend to find out who they are! And I am NOT letting you jeopardize my rookie investigation for them! UNDERSTAND ME?!"
Sam didn't answer. All he did was cough violently on the ground. Brenda snorted and got on her scooter and rode off the driveway and down the street, leaving Sam on the ground crying and hyperventilating.