Alagaesia High School

by Raudhr Blodhgarm

This is not a straight-forward fic. It is not fluff. It is not always ExA! There is some FaolinxA I mean quality , some RxK, and some SxF. No fluff! It gets better later on. No slash, no MxN, and no fluff. Basically, it's an AU HS fic. P.S. NO FLUFF! Just to let you know, thinking about a sequel. Completed and not just a piece of author vomit!

4. Chapter 4

Alagaesia High

Chapter 4: The last two hours of the first day of school

PSYCH! This is just some responses to reviewers. But yeah, there will be a chapter afterwards. Thank you reviewers that don't just random hate! Let's roll!

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Eragon grimaced as Faolin strode in the room. 3… 2… 1…

To Eragon's surprise, a mischievous grin broke onto Faolin's face. Faolin turned and shot Eragon an "I'm going to screw with your mind until you break down and curl into a fetal position and die" glance. He strolled leisurely over to his assigned desk, and plopped into the chair. "I'm going to screw with your mind until you die." Faolin whispered.

"Thanks." Eragon muttered sarcastically. He quite truly realized now the meaning of a mixed blessing. Yes, he was next to Faolin, but also next to Arya. Well. This seemed like a good way to end up bashing his head against the desk. Arya then strode into the room, glanced around, and sat next to Eragon. She pinched the bridge of her nose, as if a headache was coming on. Eragon turned his head to see Faolin staring at Arya. Great, Eragon groaned internally, I have to compete with this idiot to go out with Arya too. Fantastic. Assuming she doesn't just reject me out of hand.

Mr. Jeod walked to the front of the classroom and declared "I am of the opinion that 'get-to-know-each-other-activities' are as pointless as they come, so we're getting straight to reading. In fact, straight to a project." He grinned, and then continued "I am going to assign all of you a time period in the past, and you will write a dramatic rendition of a notable event in that time period. It's due in two weeks, and you'll be in groups of three. Specifically, the people you are sitting with. Let's get started, shall we? Glenwing, Dathedr, and Faethev, you are assigned the Spanish Inquisition. Arya, Eragon, and Faolin, you are assigned the Crusades." Mr. Jeod continued speaking, but Eragon had stopped listening. He was a bit of a Crusades fanatic, and already knew what he could write a script over. A rendition of the Horns of Hattin would be easy. He could write the whole thing of the top of his head! "We're doing this over the Second Battle of Jerusalem." Faolin stated, then glared at Eragon, daring him to disagree. "I was thinking the Horns of Hattin." Eragon began, but Faolin cut him off with "That's ridiculous. You're an idiot. Nobody loves you. Kay thanks bye." This elicited a snort from Arya. Eragon felt like dying just about then. The rest of class was uneventful. After around forty minutes, Mr. Jeod declared "Class dismissed." And students poured into the hallway.

Poor Eragon. Tell me what you think about this new, much better, edition. The previous chapter was, quite possibly, the worst chapter I have ever read, much less written. I beg forgiveness from all those who read it and realized how crappy it was. To clarify, Mr. Solembum teaches World History, Jeod teaches Medieval History, Brom teaches Gym, Angela teaches Chemistry, Ajihad teaches Trig, Oromis teaches English, and Izlanzadi teaches Latin. And sorry about no lunch, it totally slipped my mind! Eragon had an uneventful lunch and we'll leave it at that.