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Also, Wing And A Scare has hit over 600 views. I think that's a pretty good number considering that this is only the fifth chapter. Let's get the views, and reviews, a lot higher than that.

For those of you who are going to ask: I imagine that the content is the same in the semester, and those who start later get the short end of the stick.

Finally, my 350,000th word on this site is within this chapter. Again, I'm not sure which one it is. And, before I forget, thank you to Singlewave for giving me Cole!

LUCAS'S POV

I was glad that the fight against Zeke was ruled as a draw. The truth of the matter was, I didn't think that I could keep on going like that for too much longer. My hands were bleeding, and the truth was that I was getting tired fast. I didn't want to end up an unconscious heap in front of my girlfriend, if you could call Willow Foster that yet.

Even now, I regretted not asking Wolf O'Donnell to bring in the medical team. I should have bandaged my hands, but I didn't think that the bleeding would be too bad of a problem. Now, I wasn't sure, but I still figured that I would be okay. And, maybe, just maybe, I would learn how to do it in my next class, which turned out to be Field Medicine.

What an opportune time to have Field Medicine.

Field Medicine was in the school's courtyard, or maybe it was one of many. Honestly, the place was so large that it was hard to figure out where everything was. We just followed everyone else who seemed to know better.

By luck of the draw, or whatever you would call it when no cards or anything of the sort had been involved, I ended up in a hallway with Will, the dark-skinned boy from Louisiana. Since he had the same class as me, we decided to team up in order to look for the place.

It was an uphill battle for sure. There weren't that many older students around, so Will and I had to kind of "feel" our way around the place. This backfired when we ended up five minutes late for class.

Luckily, it wasn't so late that we missed a significant portion of the lesson. The teacher, a rabbit on her hind legs, was just taking attendance when we turned up in the courtyard. She looked shocked, before saying the following.

"Who are you, and why are you late to my class?"

I didn't know what to say but the truth. "My name is Lucas Enfield, and this is William Wexford. We are new here, and so we got lost looking for class. Is that okay with you?"

The teacher didn't look happy, but she had no choice other than to accept our excuse. "Yes, that is fine" she said.

"Anyway", the teacher said, "for those of you who don't you, my name is Lucy Hare, and I am the teacher of Field Medicine here. In terms of combat, this is one of the most valuable disciplines that you can learn at this academy. It could mean the difference between saving your life, or someone else's, or that person dying. Therefore, this class is extremely important to pay attention during. I trust that the two of you will do so?"

I looked at Will. He didn't seem to argue with me, so we both nodded.

"Good" Lucy said. "Let us start today with how to bandage up wounds. We've got some right here, and I know that a lot of you are probably thinking that this class is going to be stupidly easy, but I will not be tolerating anything like that, at least not in the way you behave. I want your fullest attention".

A few of the other students, who had been snickering in the back of the courtyard, snapped back into focus. They were now staring at what Lucy was doing.

Lucy saw my hand, and noticed that it was bleeding. "Let's start with a demonstration on someone who is already bleeding. Lucas, will you come over here, please?"

I saw no way to refuse politely. Granted, it was kind of embarrassing to be called forward like that when you were bleeding just a little bit. Really, it wasn't that serious.

I walked on over to Lucy. I felt very much like the test dummy that they were about to send off a ski jump to see if it would hold together. Of course, it really wasn't like my life was on the line here, but Lucy sure seemed to prefer to act like it was.

"So, I'll take my bandage here and note how large and deep the wound is. Based on that assessment, I will determine how much to cut off from this roll of bandage.

"In this case, Lucas's wound is small, so we're just going to use a bit of it in order to stop the bleeding".

She tied the bandage around my bleeding left hand, and the white material almost immediately started to turn red. She seemed pretty unconcerned, though.

"Very often, things do not get that far, but occasionally someone loses so much blood that they need more of it. In Lucas's case, he does not need a transfusion, but if someone does, you need to make sure that they have a compatible blood type".

"How will we know that?" a slightly overweight boy in the middle of the courtyard asked.

"We are going to make sure that, towards the end of this semester, which is not too far from now, each of you are going to have your blood type tested and tattooed onto you, just in case, so we know what type to give in the event you need a blood transfusion. As to how you will do it, well, we will cover next semester how to start IV lines. You're going to be bona-fide medics by the time this is over!" Lucy said. For the first time, I saw her smiling.

We spent the rest of the class learning how to make bandages out of natural materials, which were apparently anywhere in the wilderness that you might care to look, if you did care to look, or need to. The courtyard was full of trees, so there were a lot of leaves that could be used for this purpose.

All I knew was, I was grateful not to be the test dummy any more.

After Field Medicine, our next class, if you could call it that, was lunch.

I was very grateful for this. After two classes on my first day here, I was starving. I still had no idea what would be in store for me that afternoon, even though I did know what the classes were, but I was grateful to have a chance to eat now.

I sat in roughly the same part of the table as before, with Will, Mike, and Cole. The three of them all seemed fairly tired as well, but we were all still facing another three and a half hours of lessons after this.

After the headmaster gave another announcement about lunch, he said, "On the menu today: sandwiches!"

Bill clapped his hands, and platters of the fixings for sandwiches rose onto the table in the same fashion as before. White, wheat, and rye breads, salami, lettuce, turkey, tomatoes, pickles, cheese, mustard, mayonnaise, and potato chips were spread all over the place.

"So...how were your first two classes?" Mike asked nervously. It might have been the first time I had heard him speak, so I was taken aback slightly.

"Well", Cole said, "I had Rocket Science and Aquatics. I would say that the swimming definitely gives you an appetite. I could probably eat ten of these sandwiches".

"I don't know that you answered the question" Will said. "What is Aquatics like? I have it next after lunch, and I haven't been swimming too much. Will I need to know a lot of new things that I don't already?"

"That depends" Cole replied. "Can you tread water? Front crawl? Breaststroke"

"I can tread water, but I'm not too confident in my individual strokes" Will replied, looking a little worried.

"You're gonna be fine" Mike spoke up. "I had Aquatics first period, and they really do give you a thorough brush-up on all of those things. You can do this, Will!"

"Yeah!" Cole said, patting Will on the back.

"Wait a minute" Will said. "Nobody has asked Lucas yet how his first two classes were. We shouldn't just shut him out like that".

"Good point" Cole responded. "Hey, Lucas, what classes did you have first? And what's with the bandages?"

"Long story" I said. "It was bleeding because of hand-to-hand combat in my first class. And then I had Field Medicine, where I had to have it patched up in front of all the other students. Talk about embarrassing!"

"Doesn't sound too bad to me" a guy next to Mike said. He had obviously been there for a little longer than any of us, because he was not among the people that Bill had addressed this morning as being new to the academy.

"Well, it was" I said. "And if you think otherwise, well, that's fine. You weren't in my position".

"Fair enough" the boy with more seniority here replied. Then, he went back to eating his BLT.

"So what else did you do in Field Medicine?" Mike asked, only the third thing I had heard him say all day.

"Well, it was mainly about dressing wounds" Will said. "And according to Lucy, the teacher, we're all going to have to get a tattoo of our blood type eventually".

Cole nodded, as did Mike. I wondered if the New York City boy was afraid of needles. If so, he was going to be in a world of hurt when that came along.

"I've got Flight Simulators last today" Cole said. "I wonder if we'll actually get to fly today".

I snorted. "Probably not, since it's only the first day".

"But there can't be too much for them to teach us before we can actually get started!" Will said quickly.

"I'm sure there is, Will" I replied. "After all, actually flying is dangerous. You might...". I trailed off there, because I remembered that I didn't want to tell my new friends that I might end up needing a double amputation.

"...crash and burn?" Cole tried to finish for me.

"Yeah, that's what I was saying. You might crash, in which case you are kind of fucked".

We all laughed at that, except Mike. The bespectacled boy didn't seem to find cussing very funny, which I didn't blame him for. A lot of people didn't like it when others used swear words, Willow probably being one of them.

Willow...I looked across the hall, wondering where she was. I found her on the other side, near to the same place that she must have eaten breakfast that morning. I thought of my schedule, and how we only had one class together this afternoon. Simulators.

I had told Cole that I didn't think we would be flying on the first day. I wasn't a hundred percent sure on that, but I sincerely hoped I was right.

After lunch, we were told that if we had Aquatics, we should go back to our dorm rooms and change into our swimclothes.

It didn't take long to find room 37405, unlike last time. When you knew where to go, it was surprisingly close to the dining hall. I knew that the new students wore the same colors for swimming, purple and turquoise. I looked and saw the name LUCAS ENFIELD on the waistband of the bathing shorts, so I knew that they were mine. Plus, they had been in my luggage, so it was just common sense.

"Where is the pool?" Will asked. I didn't know how to answer that question except with a question of my own.

"Where do you think it is? My guess would be that it's in the basement somewhere".

The pool room was the runaway winner in terms of the hardest classrooms in the school to find. We made no less than twelve wrong turns and hit three dead ends. On two occasions, we disagreed on which route to take, and so we played rock-paper-scissors to determine which way we would try first.

By the time we reached the pool room, which was warm and steamy just like the pool rooms at YMCAs are, we were ten minutes late for the class. The instructor, much like Lucy Hare had, took pity on us and decided not to punish us. She had been waiting for us in order to start the class.

"So" the instructor said. "Aquatics is very important for a member of the Cornerian army, or navy, because what happens if your Arwing lands in water and you don't know how to swim? You'll drown, that's what!"

I didn't see where she was going. I mean, it should have been obvious. But then, she told us what we were going to start out with.

"A hundred yards, front crawl" she said. "One length of this pool is fifty, so you just go to the other side and back. How hard is that?"

I'm a pretty good swimmer, so it wasn't too bad for me. Swimming is one of those things that, once you have learned, you are very unlikely to ever forget.

Even Will was doing well, and he had told me earlier that he had no confidence of his abilities in the water at all. He reached the end of the distance the instructor had told us to swim only about ten seconds after I did.

"Well, class" she said. "I think that it is time that we move on to treading water. You'll have to do it for five minutes, and make sure not to get too tired. If you get tired, you drown. If you drown, you die. It's that simple".

It really was that simple for me, because I knew how to tread water. It might have been a different story for some of the other kids, especially inner-city kids like Will, but my new friend was managing to hold his own against the tendrils of the depths of the pool, which really were not tendrils at all.

This was sure turning out to be an easy class, definitely the easiest one so far, by far. They seemed to be underestimating the fact that, even though we might not all be two-legged Portuguese water dogs like our instructor was, we could still be okay in the water.

Throughout the rest of the class, we did various other exercises, including sharks and minnows, dives, and going to the bottom of the pool to retrieve a ring. That was the curriculum that they were doing for Aquatics, at least for my first day here. I could live with that, but I hoped that they could come up with something new to test me soon. The fact was, I needed more distraction from the fact that my parents had sold me here.

We were just drying off when Will asked me what I had for my last period, from 1500 to 1700 (my grandparents still used military time, so I was used to it). It turned out that he had the exact same thing as me, Flight Simulators.

Would we get to actually use the flight simulators today? I had figured that it was doubtful, considering the fact that it was only our first day here, but you never had any way of knowing anything for certain. Especially not in something like this.

My life had been somewhat predictable before this, it is true, but there had been a certain level of uncertainty that, as a mildly autistic person, was not easy for me to deal with. Even so, I had always been fairly certain that I would never be tranquilized, abducted, and sent by chopper to the Cornerian military academy. Simply put, that had never been heard of to happen before. Why should things change now?

Of course, things could never be that easy.

Unlike the pool room, Will and I had no problems finding the flight simulator room. How could we have, when it was the most publicized room in the whole place?

There was a long green light on the floor, snaking its way on the route to the simulator room, much like what they have at the Boston Museum Of Science. You would need to be blind to miss it.

As such, we arrived on time, before the teacher started taking attendance. It was a navy falcon on its hind legs. No, it looked more like some kind of tropical bird with its yellow beak, red feathers around its eyes, and the rest of its body being dark blue to indigo in color. Its arms were more like wings, but I wasn't sure if this guy could take off on his own.

As soon as about twenty students were standing in the room, the bird started taking attendance. I was only paying attention at the names, "Lucas Enfield", "William Wexford", and "Willow Foster". Other than that, I was looking around the massive room, the likes of which I had rarely ever seen before.

The room was the size of a large airport terminal. On one end of the wall, there were six metal boxes about six feet tall by four feet wide. I'd seen something like this before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Hello, class" the teacher said. "My name is Falco Lombardi, and I am the head of the Flight Simulator department of this academy. I will be the one overseeing all of you here today, so...I hope that you all pay close attention, as this system is not without dangers".

I could tell that one of the boys in the back, a rather pudgy kid with red hair, was hanging on to Falco's every word. There was no way that he wanted to be put in danger in case something went wrong with the systems, and, honestly, who could blame him?

"We will not be using them today, since we have several new cadets here today".

I noticed that Cole and Mike were there as well, but I didn't try say hello to them. They were probably just as nervous as I was, so it wouldn't do to make them more nervous than necessary.

"However, here are some things that you should know. These babies can go up to 5 G's in terms of force, so you want to keep calm as much as possible. Make sure not to panic, or else you might end up leading a lot of blood away from your head. That is very dangerous when you are in flight, but luckily it shouldn't happen to you...unless you are very, very prone to fainting episodes, in which your parents will already have signed the waivers, and we will have taken the appropriate measures. Now is not the time to worry about that".

I guessed, based on what Falco was saying, that the appropriate measures for me had involved talking to Katt upon my arrival here.

"There is one red button in the simulator. It is in case you begin to feel nauseous, or faint, or for whatever reason like you might need to leave the simulator immediately. In that case, you press the button, and the contraption will open up. Is that all you guys need to know?" he asked us.

"Yes" the red-haired boy asked.

"What is your name, kid?" Falco asked him.

"My name is...Donnie Guilder" he said nervously, as though there was a bomb nearby that would be set off if he spoke up too loudly. For all I knew, that very well might be the case

"Well, Donnie" Falco said, putting emphasis on the kid's first name as if it was the most pitiful thing ever, "what was your question for me?"

"I'd just like to know", Donnie said, "what will we do once we are inside the simulators?"

Falco smiled. "Well, Donnie, you'll just have to find out when the time comes that we will use them. But it's getting close to dinnertime, anyway. I don't think that I should keep you here too much longer. It is already almost five in the afternoon, which is when this class ends".

I looked at the clock and noticed that Falco was right. He had given us a very extensive safety briefing, which made sense given just how crucial this probably was.

"It's time for you guys to get to dinner. You'd better fuel up for a long day tomorrow!"

I realized that he was right. My stomach was growling, which was not surprising after all of that swimming. And I was also relieved, both that I had completed my first day, and for another reason.

My height had not yet been put to the test.

All right! This was a short chapter, but the thing is that it is kind of a transition chapter. It's not necessarily TOO integral to the plot, but it did have to be included. We still got about 14-15 pages, though. The next chapter is MUCH longer.

Because I may now have multiple chapters in my Doc Manager, I have to be careful not to delete any on accident. For this reason, I am now putting each one in my Google Docs account. This is my insurance in case I do make that mistake. Not like it matters that much to you guys, though.

Answer: I have been to Mexico (there is a story behind that), England, the Netherlands, France, Germany, Italy, Austria, and Switzerland. Venice was definitely pretty cool, as was skiing in France. I tend to resent air travel, given my size (I'm a bigger guy), but I still appreciate some destinations. Maybe Russia, or Dubai, someday. Or maybe the Great Barrier Reef. That'd be cool.

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But seriously, the next chapter is already done and will be put up on Sunday.