"The usual, boys?" a waiter asked Lucas and Claus.
"Yes sir," Lucas nodded. They were at the place they had eaten their breakfast every day for the past month. The waiter had served them several times in that period, and he eventually learned their favorite breakfast meals as a result.
"How have you been holding up?" the waiter asked them, writing down their order. He only knew that they lived together without any parents or income.
"It's been alright, as far as I know," Claus told him, "This money thing is completely stupid though," he complained. Lucas and the waiter nodded in agreement.
The waiter sighed trying to empathize with them, "Well, I'll be back with your food."
He entered the kitchen just as a Pigmask entered the diner. Claus tried to ignore the men in peach colored pig outfits, but was slightly irritated with their presence anyway.
"Claus," Lucas's gentle eyes met his brother's, "You can step outside if you want to. I know you don't like them being here," he slightly motioned towards the Pigmasks.
"No," Claus denied, "I don't trust them."
No words were spoken for awhile. Their breakfast omelettes arrived soon after that. The Pigmasks were still there "Ruining the taste of their breakfast," as Claus put it.
"Hey! Kids!" a Pigmask shouted at them, "Shouldn't you be in school?"
Lucas quickly swallowed his food, "No, we're not enrolled in a public school right now."
"Then get enrolled," the Pigmask answered.
"But we can't. We're already–" Lucas tried to explain.
"Stop giving your authority back-talk," the Pigmask ordered.
"Then you might want to give us back talk," Claus mumbled, but just loud enough to interrupt them, and for them to hear it.
"King P orders that all uneducated children," one Pigmask sneered at them, "be attending an educational facility daily."
"Uneducated?" Claus burst out in anger, "Have you looked in a mirror recently? And King P? Who the fu-"
"Claus," Lucas tried to calm him down before he went too far. Claus seeing his brother nearly having a panic attack is what helped him settle down. Lucas was maintaining composure fairly well considering his usual behavior, "What he means to say, is that we've never heard of this law, and that we can't abide by it due to other reasons."
The Pigmask seemed slightly confused by this, but he too was calmer. He thought for a moment, "Would these other reasons perhaps be PSI?" the Pigmask asked Lucas, closely inspecting his eyes and facial expression.
"N-No sir," Lucas stuttered. He tried to make up a lie, which he wasn't good at, "The system won't let us enroll in another school because we just moved here from another, and–"
"That is a lie," he slapped Lucas on the face briskly. Lucas tried his best to not cry in fear or pain. "I can't prove it, though. But you two are going to school."
The Pigmasks each grabbed one of them by the wrist and jerked them to the door. Handcuffs tightly fettered their wrists together. They were pushed into the back of a pink police car.
There was no doubt that Lucas was ashamed. Not for going opposing the Pigmasks who he could (for some reason) not use the word "Hate" against. But because of the guilt associated with being arrested. He was scared also. Both of the boys were. Their PSI could be discovered very easily if they were being brought to a school.
Claus angrily looked down at the floor of the police car. He saw no reason that he should have to abide by the Pigmasks' will. They were there only for harm.
There were no words spoken until they arrived at the facility that looked like a military fort. They were assured this was a school by the massive amounts of students in school uniform, wandering about the campus with books in their hands. The Pigmasks had converted the school into what doubles as a military base in case they were attacked.
Lucas tried to cover his face when he was being escorted by the Pigmasks into the building. The boys had not been released from their handcuffs yet, and they were practically being paraded through the hall with Pigmasks showing their arrest. Students stared, wondering who the people they had never seen before were doing under arrest in the school. They were brought into a room where a secretary was sitting at a desk with a laptop in front of her face.
The rotund secretary woman looked up questioningly.
"We found these two cutting class," one Pigmask boasted.
"Names?" the woman asked.
'Lucas, wait,' Claus telepathically told him 'We can't tell them our real names. They have records,' Claus cleared his throat, "Anthony Johnson," the fake name came out like it were his own.
Lucas seemed more hesitant to lie, "Mark J-Johnson," he stuttered.
"You don't go to school here," the secretary stated. Claus secretly smirked at the Pigmasks thinking 'I told you so.'
"Then get them enrolled," the Pigmask shouted at the woman.
The woman did so, and she did it bitterly. "Here are you schedules."
They were released from the handcuffs and allowed to go to class. "Don't even think about leaving," one of the Pigmasks warned them, "We're watching you." They walked away.
"I'm done with this stupid King P guy or whoever they were talking about," Claus complained, "Does he not understand..." His complaining continued through the walk to the classroom.
They walked in on student-filled desks lined up neatly, and a teacher at the front giving a lecture. The students heads all turned to the door, as did the teacher's when he realized the students were distracted. The teacher questioningly looked towards the two boys.
"W-we're new here," Lucas was generally nervous around lots of people, but Claus was too angry to speak to anyone here.
"Take a seat, please," the teacher asked. He continued his lecture as they sat down.
'Lucas, this is stupid,' Claus told Lucas mentally, 'I wish you could just use PK Flash or something and we'd leave while they're blinded.'
'Claus, stop, I'm trying to listen,' Lucas answered him.
'It's not like we're actually going to try to do well in this school.' Claus stubbornly decided.
'But it will go on our permanent record and-'
'No it won't, genius. We didn't use our actual names.'
'He's right, you know,' another voice that they didn't recognize agreed with Claus.
'Who the heck?'
'Might I ask the same thing,' the unknown voice asked.
'Are you reading our minds?!' Claus was outraged, 'That is disrespectful and after school I am personally going to-'
'Whoa, slow down,' the voice seemed confused, 'It's not like I'm going to rat you out to the cops or something.'
'Claus, he obviously has PSI as well,' Lucas finally "talked" and he seemed slightly irritated with his brother's hot-headedness 'If he read our minds and is talking to us right now, he can't possibly not have it.'
'Thank you, logical person,' the unnamed PSI user said. 'We should pay attention to class, though. This teacher will kill us if we don't.' They stopped communicating for the next thirty minutes.
"How'd you like class?" Lucas jokingly asked Claus.
"It isn't like I actually paid attention," he rolled his eyes, "I was too busy trying to figure out who that other guy talking to us was." At that moment, many of his questions were answered.
"So, what brings you here?" the person physically spoke in he same voice they heard earlier, "I saw you being arrested by Pigmasks this morning, what happened?" He wasn't much taller than they were. He was one of the few students who completely rejected the school dress code and wore whatever he wanted– which included a striped blue and yellow shirt.
"We were eating breakfast, and then they came in and made us go to a school because this stupid King person made a stupid law," Claus became infuriated for the fifth time.
"Oh, this isn't good," he suddenly seemed very worried as he ran his hand through the thick black hair partially covering his forehead, "They're trying to create required tests to find PSI users."
"How'd you avoid the first one anyway?" Claus asked him, creating a confused statement on the other's face "I'm talking about the one almost a year ago."
"I'll tell you about that after school," he smiled and started to walk off, then came back and added, "My name's Ness, by the way."
Comments:
I'm trying to update this story once per week. It was a bit of a struggle getting this one done in time because I had already written it, and it was a lot worse than it is now (and I think it's pretty bad). I ended up deleting all of it and rewriting it. So hopefully it turned out alright.
Reviews/comments/(constructive)criticism would be appreciated because I personally think I suck, and I need someone to agree or disagree. I'll keep updating this until it is finished, even if people don't like it.