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There's not going to be any more Dovewing POV's since it's boring writing it. Actually, there might be some, but not a lot.
.:Breezepelt's POV:.
I was bored. Very bored. The first day of boarding school, I had gotten up right at the wake up bell, grabbed a blueberry bagel for breakfast and swallowed it, and stolen some girl's purse.
Then I got into a fight with that girl's sister and got my eye punched. I'm not really sure if it's turning black or not, but by the way is hurts, I assume it is. Fighting is fun, really but that's how I got expelled from schools back home in Ohio. Then my mom got this really great idea of sending me to boarding school so she didn't have to worry about me anymore, not that I asked for her to anyway. My dad's this guy that never talks to me and flies to other states because of "work." Whatever he does, I don't care since I don't know him that well anyway. He's like another stranger to me.
So yeah, I go and almost get in trouble on the first day. Luckily there weren't any teachers nearby where me and that girl, Ivypool or whatever, where fighting each other. I forfeited to her since I didn't want another black eye. I mean, it hurts! Call me a coward, but I don't want to live in a hospital when I can do so many other things. Besides, Ivypool is pretty hot, but I don't think she would like me back.
I have no idea why I did it becoming a thief and stealing some random person's junk. Though I can't say I regret it, since it was kind of fun. At least I got to know somebody in this school of random people from all over the states.
So here I am, carrying my ugly brown backpack. I play percussion, but I so I only brought my drum sticks with me here since they have all the snares and bass drums for the marching band.
I find my schedule and glance what my first period is. By the way, I'm on the Wind team, the best team. Anyways, my first period is science, by Dustpelt in room 511. I search for my map, but I couldn't find it.
Wow, this sucks. I don't know anyone here who I can ask for help and stuff so I just go around the hallways searching for the right classroom. The bell hasn't rung yet, but I have a feeling it's going to ring soon.
If I were some other person I would be worried out of my mind about finding the classroom, but since I'm me, Breezepelt, I don't give a fluff. But I may as well find it right now than wait until the bell rings though. I walk through another hallway, still no luck.
Oh, there's the bell. But the numbers of the classrooms I'm looking at right now are at the 500's. That must mean room 511 is near.
I turn to the hallway that had included the band room. I'm so stupid, the band room's number is 510. Mr. Dustpelt's class is right next to it. If I had bothered to look at the room numbers before, maybe I wouldn't have to walk around like an idiot.
There were a few people crowding around the outside of the door, probably those people that got up early and did all the stuff that the teachers expected them to do. After they've done that, they just camp outside a teacher's classroom until school starts since they have no life.
You may think that I also have no life, getting into all kinds trouble, but trouble and danger is what makes life interesting.
.:Ivypool's POV:.
I hurry back toward the lunch shelter, Dovewing's purse swinging heavily from my arm. I don't want to carry this garbage with me all the way until lunch – oh wait, we both have different periods of lunch. That sucks.
I see Hollyleaf sitting at the table that I left all my belongings on. It seems like she already taken care of Dovewing, and was buried in a book. I took a peek at the cover when I sat in front of her. The Hunger Games. Hm, I wonder what the hunger games are about? Probably hungry people trying to survive somewhere and killing each other so they wouldn't starve, which in the case, is cannibalism. I heard my friends said something like that, but that wasn't exactly how they worded it. Oh well, close enough.
Despite running through the halls that had big signs that said "Don't run!" I wasn't breathing that heavily. I don't see why the school doesn't permit us to run in the halls – it's good cardio exercise.
"Oh, you're back already?" asks Hollyleaf, looking up from her book. She closes it shut and puts it neatly it in her backpack.
"Yep," I reply. I find my schedule and look at who I have for first period. Dustpelt for science in room 511. Seems legit.
"You got that purse too! I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you see your sister again after school again to give that back to her since there's probably not much time left," Hollyleaf says. "So what happened? I want to know everything, because I know those kinds of kids don't give in things easily."
"Well, so I chased after him, running as fast as I can. He didn't know I was behind him so I grabbed the purse and he tripped. Then we wrestled I then I punched him in the eye," I explain. Hollyleaf stares at me in horror and starts to say something but I continued.
"No, it didn't turn black, but he's got this red ring around his eye. That's the only damage I've done to him," I say. "No big deal. Oh, and he said his name's Breezepelt by the way."
Hollyleaf leaned closer, shaking her head. "What do you mean by no big deal? First, you ran through the halls that had "don't run" signs everywhere and then you punch some stranger. You know you can get in trouble like this, right?"
I roll my eyes, still not knowing what the big deal is. "If I didn't run, I would've never caught up to him and gotten this purse back," I place Dovewing's purple purse on the table so hard that it shakes it. "Besides, that kid deserved it. What was I supposed to do then? Wait for him to escape or attack me?"
"I-it's just – you're going to get in trouble! You've broken so many rules, and you never know how dangerous people are. I say that next time someone does something bad, you let them get away with it. It's not worth getting beat up or killed," Hollyleaf rants. Wow, she really looks worried, but it irritates me on how she acts like the rules determine her life. I mean, rules are made to be broken!
"Okay, okay, don't freak out." I hold both of my hands up for her to stop. She's getting louder and louder and by now some people are looking towards our direction. Hollyleaf seems to notice it slower than I do.
She leans back, sighing. "Promise me you never do something so reckless like that again. I know I just met you, but I still care about you. I hate to see someone as nice as you get into trouble for breaking the rules, okay?"
"Okay," I promise, but not before crossing my fingers behind my back. Hollyleaf still doesn't look convinced, but lets the matter drop.
Right now is eight forty-three. Two more minutes before I have to go to class.
"What classes do you have?" I inquire Hollyleaf. She takes out her schedule compares it with mine.
"We have second period PE, first period science and third period math together. And lunch," Hollyleaf says after a moment's pause.
The bell rings a minute after she says that and we hurry to our class. I shove Dovewing's purse into my dark blue backpack.
"Room 511 right?" I ask, glancing at the map.
"Yep," she answers back. "Don't look at the map now, it's right near the band room. I know where it is."
I follow her next to the band room. At the band room, chorus people are gathering there, speaking with loud voices. There's a small crowd hanging near the water fountain between the two classrooms on the wall, and a large crowd beside room 511's door.
A tall man with dark brown hair and tanned skin is opening to classroom door with a key, and as soon as the lock clicks and the door opens, everyone rushes inside. Hollyleaf and I follow. I skim through my new classmates as I get inside. Just a bunch of random strangers.
There's name tags on desks that only lets two people sit next to each other. The desks are organized in rows, but they're at least three feet apart, probably because the teacher doesn't want us cheating on tests.
I search for my seat and I find it immediately in the first row. It's disappointing, since the teachers back home in California always calls on the first row people even if they're not raising their hands. I hope Mr. Dust isn't like that.
The teacher claps his hands to tell everyone to be quiet. There's only the sound of the air conditioner, and some people stopped and turned around as they tried to find their seats.
"As you guys already know, I'm the teacher, Mr. Dust, though just the name Dustpelt is fine. You must find your seats, and to get things get settled quicker, it's boy girl seating. Have fun finding you seats!"
He clears his throat and goes over to his big teacher desk to read a newspaper or something while drinking coffee. I don't get why grown-ups like coffee so much. It's too bitter, and I only like the cold sweet ones from Starbucks.
I drop my backpack beside my seat and glance curiously at the name tag beside me. My heart sinks when I read the name. It says Breezepelt is a smooth grown-up writing.
Why in the name of StarClan did he have to have the same first period as me? I'm not ready to deal with him so soon after I punched him in the face.
I stare sullenly at the brown wooden desk, hoping that the world would end right now or maybe the teacher would change his mind and let people sit next to whoever they like. I would totally sit with Hollyleaf, since she's the only nice person I know in this school. Dovewing doesn't count, and she probably isn't my definition of nice anyway.
Breezepelt sighs as he finally finds his seat next to me. He's one of the last few people that were standing around.
"You again," I half-growl, moving my chair away from him. I hope that I don't have any other classes with him.
"Why so hostile?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. His right eye that I punched still has a pink ring around it. I turn away from him, but the question repeated itself in my mind. Why so hostile?
Maybe it's because he stole Dovewing's purse. Or maybe because kicked me. Or just maybe...maybe I like him? I shake that thought away. I'm not and never am going to be one of those girls who fall in love with bad boys in movies. But he's not bad, or isn't he? Okay, this is starting to sound like the movie Twilight which is really bad. No, Breezepelt that bad, I've seen worse back home.
Hollyleaf is sitting with some boy with dark brown hair and green eyes in the last row. They were chatting away, and whatever they were talking about must be funny since they both started laughing. Hollyleaf seems comfortable enough there.
I scratch the back of my neck since it was starting to itch for some reason. Dustpelt the teacher is still sitting at his desk, reading the newspaper. He turned a page at put the whole thing back down on his desk. Then he got up and shuffled slowly in front of the whole class.
"Alright, class, please be quiet." The class quickly quieted down. Dustpelt nods with approval. "Good, you guys are awesome. But if anyone talks while I am talking, I will not hesitate to tell them to shut up. Is that clear?"
A few people nodded, but I straight ahead at him.
"Is that clear?" Dustpelt snaps again, louder.
"Yes," the whole class says in monotone.
"Great," he continues, "now I'm going to pass out a syllabus for you to sign and read at your own time, but not right now. Take it to your dorms and read it. Read everything on it. Who wants to pass this stuff out?"
No one raises their hands, but Hollyleaf does after a moment's pause. Dustpelt signals her over to get the paper. Hollyleaf takes long steps to get it, and starts passing the papers out. It's this sixteen page packet, front and back.
"And now, you can do whatever you want until the end of the period. But you may only talk to your neighbor, so you guys won't be so awkward around each other when we do our first lab tomorrow."
With that, Dustpelt goes back to his desk and grabs another newspaper to read from under his desk.
It's probably going to be another long twenty minutes with nothing to do, so I put my head up and take my laptop from my backpack out. What? Dustpelt said we can do anything we want, right?
I slowly open it and play agario. Breezepelt looks bored and scoots over to look at what I'm playing. Mr. Dust doesn't care, he doesn't even glance our way.
"Agario? I play that too - it's fun! What are you going to type in for the name?" he asks. His hands go over to try to type something on the keyboard but I slap them away. I note that had he has long fingers. Even longer than mine.
I go on an independent server and type in "Breezepelt" in all caps. Then I press enter quickly so Breezepelt wouldn't have the chance to change it into something else. I giggle as I suicide the cell ten times before playing properly. Breezepelt doesn't mind, he just keeps on watching.
After a while, the cell slowly goes from teeny-tiny into huge. Then the worst thing in the world happens – the cell splits into tiny pieces when I hit this green virus thing.
I take care of that pretty well though, and soon, the Breezepelt cell is one of the largest cells.
"Ooh, I'm number two on the leaderboard!" Breezepelt cries, pumping one of his fists into the air.
"No, I'm number two on the leaderboard," I correct him. After all, it is me who's playing.
"No, it's me since that's my name on it." he protested. He starts pressing space which makes the cell split and then I get eaten.
"What the heck? Why'd you kill yourself?" I ask him, laughing as I did so.
"Finally! Finally you admit that it's me!" he grins, and I note that I'm blushing slightly, but not enough for others to notice. That sucks, I was hoping to avoid having crushes my whole life, and Breezepelt just had to come in the picture. I hope I never blush again, since I hate the feeling.
"Whatever," I mutter and shove the silver laptop back in my bag just as the bell rang. Ha, Breezepelt isn't so bad after all. We have some similarities, like the love of playing games and stuff.
The skinny boy gets up from his seat, but I stop him before he can race outside the door.
"What's your schedule?" I ask. His amber eyes narrows in question, but he shoves his schedule in my face anyway. Yes, right in front of my face I have to look at it cross-eyed.
I bring it away from my eyes and look at it. Instead of my heart sinking like it did earlier when I discovered that he was in my class, I felt nothing. Actually, I felt excited for some reason since we have all the same periods. Exactly, even lunch. Lunch...well, I guess I could keep an eye on him if he does anything bad.
The only difference is the dorms numbers (obviously), and our teams. He's in Wind. That's good, since Thunder is the best of them all and will totally beat Wind. I'm going to kick is butt when we do competitive games at the end of the school year.
"We have all the same periods. Race you to the locker rooms!" I cried as I rushed to the gym. He follows, and he beats me to my disappointment. We stop in front of the boys' locker rooms
I'm breathing hard, and Breezepelt it too. I put my hands on my knees since it felt better. We're the first ones to the gym.
"Hey," Breezepelt between gasps, "you want to play teams on independent mode someday for agario? Like on the weekends?"
"Sure, tomorrow?" I ask.
Breezepelt shrugs. Today is Friday, which means that there's no school tomorrow on Saturday and Sunday.
"Okay," I answer back, "I have to go change now. See you later!"
I wave at him and walk like I'm suppose to towards the girls' locker room. Did Breezepelt just ask me out on a date or what? No, I don't think so, since dates are different and stuff. Or maybe it's just a gamer meeting? I think we're kind of like friends now, just regular friends, not the romantic stuff. Breezepelt isn't so bad after all, and I'm glad that I had given him a second chance. Dovewing's purse isn't a big deal anyway.
As I went into the locker room, I realized that I had forgotten to ask where we meet. But that's okay, since I have the rest of the periods with him.
Eh...do you like Breezy's personality? I had a hard time writing it...and there was no internet on Wednesday so I had to type all of Ivypool's POV on OpenOffice. I hope I get to update this tomorrow (on Thursday) if there's still Wi-Fi. This is horrible, since my dad said that the company that controls the internet doesn't have time to fix or or something. Worst place to end this chapter.
Equations will always be the same unless I tell you it's different.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
Which cat do you hate in the following? Nightcloud, Heathertail, or some other cat?
My answer: I can't say...but I like Leafpool and Nightcloud was mean to Leafpool...
-Silver