Thirteen years later…
Basil walked down into the kitchen in his middle school uniform and messenger bag over his shoulder. He walked in to find Matt and their nine year old sister Bridgette already eating breakfast at the kitchen counter. Bridgette was the actual, biological kid of their parents. It was obvious to see who she got her genes from. She had a nice blend of both their parents' hair and hazel eyes from mom.
"Morning Bay." His mom kissed his head. Bay was a nickname he had ever since he was a baby and it just stuck on like a remora.
"Morning." He greeted as he took the stool on the other side of Matt. He was dressed in the same school uniform. Even though they went to the same school they were split up into different classes. They had been in the same class all the way till middle school. Basil was in room 2A while Matt was in room 2D. All middle schools and high schools required their students to uniforms except for two special days in the month when they didn't have to. Bridgette didn't wear one since the requirement didn't extent to the elementary schools. Sometimes she would poke at them because of it. Mom seat a bowl of cereal in front of him with the spoon resting on the edge already inside. He began eating happily. Tromping down the stairs signaled that Dad was coming down.
"You guys ready for school? You got that test today right Matt?" He asked as he picked up a bowl of yogurt and fruit for himself.
"Speaking of school you two better get going if you want to get there on time." Mom looked at the microwave clock. The elementary school didn't start till their school was already thirty minutes in. So Bridgette got to hang out at home earlier in the morning. But in the afternoon there was a half an hour of bliss. Basil downed the rest of the milk in the bowl, tossed his bag over his shoulder heading for the door with Matt on his tail.
"Matt make sure you tie your tie." Dad called after them since his tie was dangling around his neck. He stared down at it with a surprise look on his face and started tying. Basil always enjoyed the walk to school. It was peaceful with the quite morning. Birds chirping, morning runners running, morning people doing their normal thing. The only sounds coming from their feet walking on the sidewalk and their normal morning chit-chat. That was till they got to the school. There was a slow trickle of students in the same sand colored jacket, white button down shirts and red and gold ties. The building it's self was pretty big to hold everyone, the gym and the large field. A stone wall fenced the school's boarders. When they entered they walked with each other to their class hall. Basil waved so long as they reached his room first.
It was a normal day. His teacher, Mr. Shambles lecturing on about every different topic making everyone drowsy. Normally he would just doodle on the boarders of his notebook pages. Going to gym to run and workout, getting called his pet peeved nickname 'seasoning'. Lunch. Heading back to his desk for more doodling as Mr. Shambles continued on whatever he was talking about. He was switching things out of his locker and bag when he saw someone coming towards him trying to use his locker door as cover out of the very end of the corner of his eye. Knowing who it was, Basil took a step back as he locker door slammed shut with a loud bang. It was Marris, the school's biggest jerk, bully. And Basil was his favorite prey.
"What do ya want Marris?" He said coolly looking him in the eye. Marris was more of a pain than a physical threat.
"Aww you're not happy to see me?" He smirked evilly.
"No one is." Basil said flatly slipping his bag over his head. He's about to lose it. A small voice in the back in his head spoke. His first strike's going to be a basic punch to the gut, then his friends are going to come and hold me in place for him to finish me off easily. And he was right Marris threw a punch were his stomach was if he didn't slid his body diagonally getting him closer to Marris' right shoulder. This is hands down is what he's best at: reading situations so well it was almost like he could see the future. The bully leaned farther than he planned expecting to have made contact. His cronies caught him but Basil was already running down the hall. He turned the right hearing Marris and friends hunt him like starving animals. Basil kept turning in different directions at every intersections. Then he spun behind a corner when he knew his hunters would be turning into his hall. They ran right passed him farther down the hall. He couldn't help but smile, then headed for the front door.