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The school was getting a new student. The school was smaller than average; less than 200 students, when the average is about 800. Because it was so small, news traveled fairly quickly. Who was dating who, who broke up, when someone was absent, when people fought, and even when there was a new student. They lived in a small community, and most everyone hoped for a Dark Being, for a little excitement.
Everyone knew that the best looking Dark Beings were the Vampires and the Succubae and Incubi, so most had hoped for either of them. Some on the football team, for example, hoped that it was a Werewolf, because of their brute strength and speed. Others thought a Wraith would be friggen sweet, as they could go through walls and people. The bullies thought it would be cool to get a Banshee on their side, because of their famous scream. Few hoped that it be just a regular human being, not Dark in any way.
The morning bell was going to ring in 2 minutes, so students started going inside from the cool fall breeze. Most stopped, however, when they saw an odd sight; a black limousine was pulling up in front of the school. Some students stopped to gaze upon this phenomenon.
Out of the passenger side door, a stately man got out and walked over to the farthest door and opened it to let whoever was there out. Out stepped a young man about 15, maybe 16. He had long, jet-black hair, which was parted over his left eye, covering his right eye. He had a dark gray jacket, tight black jeans, a light gray shirt, and black cut-off finger biker gloves. The students only saw one eye, but it was enough.
The boy’s iris wasn’t blue, green, or brown. It was blood red.
The boy had this aura of unkindness about him, and surveyed the school and students out in front fairly menacingly. He then turned around and grabbed a black messenger bag which he put on. As he stepped away from the car, the butler like man closed the door behind him and asked, “Is there anything more you’ll be needing, young master Lucian?”
Lucian looked back and said, “Nothing. You may leave. Now.” The butler bowed and walked back to the limousine’s passenger side and entered, and after a moment, pulled away. Without any delay, Lucian began the short trek to the school. Some of the students gave him a slight berth; they may have thought it would be cool to maybe get a Dark Being as a student, but that was maybe. They weren’t serious. One student seemed to be waiting at the front doors.
He was a Senior, named Ian Montague. He had pure white hair, and always had designer sunglasses on. He was always sort of laid back, cracking jokes where it wasn’t appropriate. He cracked a grin, leaning on the door, as Lucian approached. “Whassup, Lucian? I guess your Dad finally finished the paper work? Life’s gonna be a bit more lively with you around, huh? What are you now, Junior?” Lucian grinned, but only slightly. “Sophomore. I’m only 15, remember?” Ian rolled his eyes, though no one knew. “Whatever. C’mon, I’ll take you to your first class; it’s the same as mine.” Lucian rolled his eyes. “Whoopee. I can barely contain myself.”
As they entered the building, Rebecca Wilson was talking to her friends, when one suddenly pointed down the hallway and said, “Look! That must be the new student. But why the hell’s he talking to that idiot, Ian?” Rebecca looked, and another friend pointed out, “Whoa, he has red eyes! You think he’s a Dark Being?” Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Of course. I think that means Vampire, right?” “No, that could also mean Incubus. That’s so cool! If that idiot is showing the new kid to his class, he probably is in the same! Rebecca, you’re so lucky, that would mean you have the same home period as him! Not Ian, of course.” Rebecca laughed. “Of course.”
One of her friends looked at the time and gasped. ”Run! The bell’s about to ring!”
Ian brought Lucian to their first class, Algebra 1. Lucian cast a sidelong glance. “Algebra? You’re a Senior.” Ian scratched his chin. He did that when he started to get nervous. “Err, yeah… Math… Isn’t a strong point for me…” Lucian took a temporary seat next to Ian. “You have a strong point? I’m impressed, Ian. I really am.” Ian rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
Both looked up when they heard someone running in the hallway, and an exhausted Rebecca bolted in the classroom, right before the bell rang. Ian began clapping for her, and, since the teacher wasn’t in the room yet, she flipped him off. Right after, though, she immediately noticed that the new kid was in the same class as her, and, for reasons unknown to her, her heart skipped a beat.
She couldn’t linger too long, because their teacher was back and began to usher her into the classroom to take her seat. When He saw Lucian, he said, “Ah, are you the new student?” Lucian gave a half nod. Mr. Ralloe then addressed the class. “Ladies and gentleman, your new class mate Lucian Usurper is here. I want you all to treat him kindly, etcetera, etcetera, you all know the deal.” Most students simply cocked their heads up in greeting, while others said ‘hello’, or simply ‘hey’.
Mr. Ralloe walked up to the white board and said, ”We’ll start where we left off last class, the coordinate plain and ordered pairs.”, and took up the eraser for the dry-erase board. But then Lucian noticed the equation on the board, and stood up, which Mr. Ralloe caught out of the corner of his eye. “Yes, what is? Even if you are new, I will not tolerate students not in their seats during class unless they have to do an equation, or whatnot.” Regardless, Lucian walked up to the board, asking, ”If we are the first class of the day, why is this up?” Thinking that it was a cheeky comment, Mr. Ralloe simply responded, “I had a Senior in here earlier, because he had a problem in my class with the material.”
As he began to erase the complicated equation, Lucian grabbed Mr. Ralloe’s wrist to stop him. Everyone gasped, except Ian, who rolled his eyes. Lucian forcibly removed the eraser from Ralloe’s hand, and began pacing up and down the length of the white board. Mr. Ralloe was stunned; he never had a student do something so bold. Suddenly Lucian stopped at part of the board and pointed to a part of the equation. “Here. This is where he went wrong…” He proceeded to erase the equation from that point on, then went back to that part of the college level equation and fixed where the other made a mistake on. Lucian proceeded to work on the problem that point on, while everyone, especially Mr. Ralloe, watched in awe.
After ten minutes, almost the entire board was full of numbers and symbols. Lucian stood up from where he was and surveyed the whole. After a couple of seconds, he recapped the marker and handed it to his teacher. “There. Tell your student that if he has anymore problems, I’ll be glad to help him understand this simple problem.” As Lucian coolly walked back to his seat, Mr. Ralloe gazed in shock and awe at what Lucian had just done. He shakily turned to him, stuttering, “Th-that problem was on th-the college level. It’s part of a class for a Masters degree in Spatial Aeronautics. It’s literally rocket science.” “…Is there a problem with it?” Lucian asked, slightly confused. Mr. Ralloe slowly shook his head. “No. That’s the point. It’s flawless. So, h-how…?”
Ian just laughed. “What can I say? Heck, what can anyone say? He’s Lucian. That’s just what he does.”
Lucian leaned backing his chair as the bell rang at the end of his last class, stretching. “God! This day was too long!” Ian rolled his eyes. “It’s your first day, and you chose a really boring school to transfer to. It’s gonna usually be like this.” Lucian frowned. He didn’t want every day to be boring. He wanted at least some excitement.
He trudged over to his locker and put his new textbooks in it. He wasn’t going to take five books with him to his home. His bag wasn’t made for that, he reasoned. He followed Ian to where they had their snack and soda machines out front. On their way to them, he called his chauffeurs to come pick him up. When they got there, they saw a sight neither expected.
Rebecca and her boyfriend, Martin, had been on some shaky ground for a while, and she was finally breaking up with him. They were standing out in front of the snack machines, arguing. Martin wasn’t one to take someone breaking up with him, which was obvious with his purple face.
Martin was on the football team, 6” 4’, with a military style crew cut. He was 260 pounds, and could bench-press 600. He never liked to lose anything, and got really territorial over what he considered his ‘possessions’.
The heated argument was starting to get out of hand, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out he was about to get physical. Really physical.
To Be Continued....
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- by Lanceweilder |
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- | Submitted on 04/11/2009 |
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- lxlcerblxl - 04/19/2009
- I really liked your story. It was interesting.
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