EDIT 30/5/16
"Haha!" Rotwood emerged fully from the bushes, hugging a roll of video tape to their chest. "Ze proof, it's mine! Finally I can expose that Jake Long for what he really is, a dragon!"
It was indeed quite an impressively clear depiction of Jake Long, with wings. Pity that the camera they took it with was expensive enough to force them to rent out their house.
Soaked to the skin, wearing a strange army camo-style uniform, Rotwood certainly attracted their fair share of attention from pedestrian. Not that they cared; they were too caught up with their success. They were grinning from ear to ear as they sauntered down to their garage. Unlocking the door, they sidled in.
"Yo, Rotwood!" A voice shocked Rotwood from their thoughts. Spud was sitting down by the teacher's computer and typing whilst looking at a very old-looking scripture. "Is that more pictures of my mom's lasagne?"
"What are you doing here?!" Rotwood stalked up to their student. "Zis is my house, and that is very-" They suddenly caught sight of the screen and gasped. "Are you translating my ancient Aztec scripture? I've been working on that for years and I've only ever got ze first line!"
"What, this?" Spud yawned. "I was bored."
"Bored? How did you-" Rotwood pulled themselves out of shock. "Anyway, that's no excuse. What are you doing in my house?"
"You rented your place out, remember?" Spud leaned back in the chair. "And I, like, wanted to see what it's like being a crazy old person for a week. I mean, I was an old person for a day, but I wasn't crazy, you know? It was just really boring, even though I was getting chased around by this-"
Rotwood cut them off. "Okay okay! Fine, since you paid you can stay here – just stop talking."
"Are we playing the silent game?" Spud grinned. "I didn't know that crazy old people played the silent game! Oh boy," They clapped his hands together. "I haven't learned this much since potty training! And speaking of that, Mr. Rotwood, where do I sleep?"
Sighing deeply, Professor Rotwood knew that this was going to be a long week.
~Line Break~
"Ooh, Jake!" Hayley grinned at their brother over the monopoly table. "You've landed on my Mayfair!"
"Aww, man!" Jake frowned. "Aren't you only allowed one hotel?"
"Normally, yes." Hayley cuddled up to their mother. "But as nobody else has any properties, and I asked so nicely, it doesn't really make sense to not give them to me, does it?"
Casting a look around the game board and then at their rather diminutive stack of ones, Jake groaned. "I'm out, aren't I?"
"Five million, please!"
"Yep, I'm out." Jake leaned forwards. "Unless we can work out some sort of IOU? Maybe I can do your chores for… wait, I shouldn't care this much about Monopoly."
"Don't be a bad sport, Jakers!" Johnathon reached over and ruffled their son's hair. They'd been winning at the start, but kept conveniently forgetting when Hayley was on their properties. "You're forgetting that Sunday evening family games aren't about the winning, they're about the bonding!"
Jake rolled their eyes. "So, since we've let Hayley 'bond' at three games already, can I go upstairs and, y'know, do my own thing?"
"Jake-"
"Thanks, see ya!" Jake ran upstairs before anybody could protest, going into their room and unlocking the window.
It was just about dark enough for a little fly, the dark sky to the right of them only smudged with a hint of red. The buildings were indistinguishable from the spaces between to a human eye, but then again Jake wasn't really human.
Jake stood on the edge of their window, feeling the wind whip past their face, cool and refreshing. They leaned back and then leapt out. "Dragon up!" A blue smoke engulfed them, and a split second later a grinning ruby dragon zipped out at the speed of 179 miles per hour.
Soaring through the skies, Jake flapped their wings once more and circled the Empire State building, before steadying themselves and slowly gliding on the wind currents, high in the sky, as they made his way home. A trio of fairies swooped past them with a friendly twitter.
"Man," Jake looked down at the bright lights of the city. "It's hard being the American Dragon, but nights like this make it all worth it."
~Line Break~
Rotwood's voice rang out over the speakers the next day at school as Jake was getting their stuff. "And all of you must come to ze assembly after your second lessons. Prepare to be amazed! Do not be late!"
Jake frowned. "Where's Spud?"
"No idea, Jakey." Trixie hitched up their bag. "I never know what Spud's doing, yo."
Rolling his eyes, Jake closed their locker. "'Prepare to be amazed!' I wonder what Rotwood's assembly is about."
"I never know what that guy is up to." She frowned at them. "Dragon stuff?"
Jake snorted. "I don't think Rotwood's ever going to mix assemblies and dragons again."
"Good point."
"Rotwood's too clever for that." Jake grinned cockily as he approached their classroom and opened the door, still talking as loudly as before. "They'd find some other way to try and reveal that I'm a- ow! What was that for, Trixie?" Jake rubbed their arm, where their friend had delivered a swift punch.
Trixie motioned to the front, where Rotwood was staring at them with a triumphant smile on their face. "Oh. Oh, right."
"Silence! Silence, please!" Rotwood stood up just as a knock came at the door, and Spud walked in. "Why are you late, boy?"
"Oh, sorry Mr. Rotwood-"
"Principal!"
"Yeah, right." Spud dug in their pockets, and pulled out what looked very much like a tiny sturring machine, two prongs with a hole in the body for a pinky finger to fit through. "So I was trimming my nose hairs with your nose-hair trimmer, but it broke."
A titter spread through the room as Rotwood began to look less angry and more mortified as Spud continued to talk. "I spent ages trying to fix it, since it was so precious to you! You wouldn't believe how I finally managed it, though. I had to use a pair of your lucky home-sewn sparkly fairy boxers, weighed down with your framed pink slip from Hoboken Science Institute. When I got those set up, I then managed to get the back open by using a wand from your personal collection of..."