New Kids in school

Mother made sure that everything was perfect. She kept telling them to come home for lunch, but Arceneaux told her that they couldn't leave school like that. Uncle Michael eventually had to step in and tell her Arceneaux was correct. He was the one driving them to school after all.

The drive to school seemed to take forever. Candid High school was where they were enrolled. It wasn't that far from the house, but they were always so use to going fast that it seemed to take a long time.

They all decided to check out the school's soccer team. They couldn't understand why Americans called it 'soccer' when you use your foot. Arceneaux was excited to see what American soccer players did for practices even though he knew it was probably going to be the same as back home.

As they pulled into the parking lot, they got their first glimpse of high school life in America. There were many students in front of the school talking to each other. Uncle Michael parked the car and told them to get out.

"Remember not to use your powers no matter what, or talk about them," he told them. He looked at Reynard with a warning look.

As they walked up to the front doors of the school, some of the other students looked at them. They were mumbling. Richelle noticed a group of students that had pale skin that was white as if they were sick.

Inside, there were many students already by their lockers. They went to the office and talked to the secretary. She gave them their locker numbers, combinations, class schedules and a talk on where everything was. There was a bell and with their uncle saying "goodbye" to them, they headed off to their classes.

The hallway was crowded and was hard to get through to the other side to get to some of the stairs. Richelle wondered how Americans could stand getting through a hallway like this. When she finally made it to her first class, the bell rang again.

"Hello, you must be Miss. Ninovan," said the teacher. His name was Mr. Tom. He told her where her seat was, and told her where she was sitting.

The class was Geometry. They were finding the geometric mean of the figures. He placed the number on the figure and told them to take their calculators out and figure out the problem.

Richelle raised her hand before anyone was using their calculators. The teacher called on her.

"Yes Richelle?"

"85," she answered.

"That's correct." Mr. Tom replied. There were mumbles in the room.

He erased the numbers and placed new ones up there. Richelle's hand immediately went up.

"32"

"How long ago did you learn this, Richelle?" asked one of the students.

"It was when I wuz very young*." She mumbled.

***

Richelle, Arceneaux, Reynard, and Lyle sat at the lunch table together.

"Their Math is very easy," she told them in French.

Arceneaux nodded. "The student's my age are just now learning calculus."

"See those guys over there?" Lyle spoke off topic, "That guy with the cully short hair is in my physics class."

They all looked in the direction Lyle was looking.

Richelle recognized them from the group of pale skin students before school started.

Reynard changed the subject. "They're learning one other language here. They thought I was crazy when I said I knew five. **"

"I don't think it's a big deal," Lyle commented.

"Well some of us don't have to mimic some powers," Reynard sneered at Lyle.

"Not so loud you two," Arceneaux ordered.

"We're talking in French," Reynard informed him.

"So do some of them."

A/N: sorry it took soooooooo long to upload this.