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September 1. XXX2. 7:40 am
Pov: mic
Oh god finally. The drive here took forever
Mic looks at the grand structure in front of her. Meeple high. A massive high school with 3 floors (goddamn) and a massive status of the founder. Mephone4. Egoistic much, Apparently named it after his father’s company. Thankfully it's long gone. Even if it did bring technological advancements. It was revealed it was heavily exploitative of it's employees and even ais.
Considering school is considered by most a place of suffering. Naming it after such a company makes sense.
I should go in now
The path in is well cared for. Not in a cheap corporate way. But in a care for children and education way. Seems the pay here is good. Noted
The halls are also clean. I check my phone to see my classes.
1: science. Room 30 floor 2
2: science. Room 30 floor 2
3: geometry. Room 11 floor 1
4: algebra. Room 11 floor 3
5: phys. Ed. Room 20 floor 1
6: phys. Ed. Room 20 floor 1
7: art. Room 19 floor 3
8: cooking. Room 2 floor 3
Fuck yeah there's a cooking class in this god forsaken school.
Well. Room 30 floor 2 here I come
“Yo. Didn't expect to see you here” I hear a familiar voice. Hell yeah atleast there's one person I recognize
Knife. Considered jerk by many. But a good friend when you get close to him.
“Could say the same about ya.” I reply
“What's ur class. I can lead u there if u want” knife offers
“Science on floor 2.” I say
“Oh nice we have the same class” knife replies
“Wait aren't you a grade higher than me?” I ask
“Got held back.” Knife answers
Considering the type of person knife is. Not surprising.
“Mind spilling some beans about here while we have time?. Gotta know all the juicy stuff” I question. Mainly to pass the time but knowing the important ‘lore’ will help me fit in
“I'll start with the well known stuff. There's two gay freshmen called paper and oj. Everyone knows them from the middle school I went before joining yours. They're gay as shit but oblivious. This has been going on since late elementary school. They're practically magnets to one another. Can't seperate” knife explains.
“I think I heard you scream about them once to the friend that came with you to my middle school. Suitcase was it?” I ask
“She's here too by the way. Also I am not in love with her ignore everything the others say.” Knife nervously says
“You sound like those paper and oj guys.” I joke
“Oh shut up” knife replies
“To continue. There's this one girl called taco. She's short and British with curly hair. You will recognize her from a quick loom. Do not approach her at all costs. She was an absolute menace in middle school and still is an absolute menace. She isn't from my middle school but I got to experience some of the chaos she made here.” Knife explains
“Where did she get such reputation.”
“There was this one kid. Named pickle. I'm quoting stories that could have been altered but whatever. He was the only kid taco wasn't a menace to. But one day. She snapped at pickle. I dont know what happend. But after that they never dared face each other after that” knife continues
“Sounds like a bunch a shit to me. I'll stay careful though” I reply
“Moving on. There's this kid named mar- oh we made it” knife said
“Can't you just tell me in class?” I reply
“Ms test tube is stupidly strict. She means well but still super strict. She's also in love with the programming teacher. F-” knife says
“Did I hear something?” presumably Ms test tube says. That tells me how strict she is I guess.
I sit down near knife.
“Alright class. Since this is most of you’s first time here. We will start off easy.” Ms test tube says
“My name is test tube. Though you can refer to me as Ms test tube or just ms. Tube. Today we will start with an easy assignment. Explaining the reason why coke and mentos create such a chemical reaction!” test tube says excitedly atleast it's something I kinda know. And not how to make tear gas or something
“It's quite simple actu-” I zone out around now. And go into auto pilot for the rest of if
I don't even notice as the bell rings
“Hey? Class’s over” knife says while patting me on the shoulder
“Sorry I just zoned out abit. I have geometry on floor 1 after break” I reply
“I've got phys ed later. See ya!” knife clarifies
-after break-
And I zone out going to the class.
“Hello. Welcome to my class. My name is mephone 3gs. Just call me Mr. 3gs though.” 3gs. Says.
“For today we will be doing some simple assignments. Pull out your geometry book. And go to page 30.”
I do as requested and mindlessly do the assignment. Though I immediately get curious. Is taco really all that bad or did rumours shape her as some villian. Are paper and oj oblivious or just hiding their relationship. It's just highschool rumours. Either mostly true or completely distorted.
I feel sad for pickle though. Seems he didn't believe the others and managed to become friends. But unfortunately. Something got in the way. Maybe taco was just using him. Maybe she's genuine but doesent know how to handle connection.
Ah. This thinking makes my head hurt.
There was someone who was called a bully and manipulator. Balloon. Though he changed and at the end of middle school. Managed to make peace with everyone. And even got his friendship back with nickel
Maybe the same could happen with taco. Or maybe she really is just a bully with no rhyme or reason. Who knows. Not for me to judge anyway
“Class is dismissed. Wish you luck.” Mr 3gs says. As the bell rings
I get my backpack and continue thinking. It's a long way to algebra. Will I meet any other people I knew from middle school here?. Baseball. Nickel. Balloon. Jack-Oh god please no
I get to the stairwell and accidentally bump into someone. Short with curly hair. A long sleeved shirt. and smells like Britain. Well shit