The Wyoming School for the Gifted

[Kafi]

The young man rubbed his arm lightly after the punch. Going over to his desk he sat down and pulled out a rubiks cube. As they talked and relaxed before class he played with it, twisting it around absentmindedly. /It's not too bad here. At least it's quiet and it's bigger than a college dorm room./ He fixed one side of it before setting it down again. Leaning back he knocked a few things off his desk and scrambled to catch them and put them back.

/Something isn't right?/ he questioned. Drumming his fingers on the wood he shrugged. /Well I know you've been feeling a little weird about something since you got here. But I haven't noticed anything strange. Well.../ he digressed thinking, /no less strange than you could expect from a place like this./ He brushed his hair out of his eyes and thought for a moment if he should say this to him. In the end he decided it couldn't hurt.

/I know that the people who were in Houston said that the explosion that day seemed odd. Most of them were pretty shaken up when they got here. A bit of survivors guilt. Are you sure it's not just that?/

[Suspect]

"Yeah, maybe that's what it is." He said while getting up off his bed, walking over to Ezra's desk and bending down, helping him pick up his belongings and sitting them back on the desk. His eyes went to the door as it opened, a male teacher stood there in a suit, hair was gray and skin a milky white. "Hey guys, class is in a few minutes. Alright?" Christian nodded while walking over to the closet, taking his hoodie off his body and throwing it in the closet. He bent down and scrambled through his bag, getting out his journal and pen, turning around and looking at Ezra. "Guess we need to head on down?" He said while walking towards the door, opening it and holding it open for Ezra.

When he came out of the room, he headed towards the stairs but turned to look at Ezra. "Oh, where are the classrooms?" He asked curiously while waiting for him to show the way.

[Kafi]

/Don't let it bother you,/ he advised. Once everything was back in place he thanked him and when the door opened he took the chance to set the bottle of pills behind some books on his desk. He'd grabbed them before Christian had come over and he hoped that he hadn't seen them. He didn't want to explain that at the moment, it could wait till later.

/Yeah we don't want to be late. Mr. Roberts can be a bit of a beast when you walk in late./ Taking his own small pack filled with his things he walked out the door and pulled a key from his pocket. Locking the door behind them he tossed him the spare key. /Some of the students can pick locks but this keeps most of them out. Not that they'd dare try anyways, I'd know if they took something./

The class was on the floor below them and after a quick walk they were at the door. /You're lucky, today class is just a normal one. World History. Every other day though it's Power Control. He's..not really my favorite teacher for that./ As they opened the door the other students watched Christian curious at the new face.

[Suspect]

Christian followed Ezra down the stairs and towards the classroom. "Good. I got enough of Power control at Huston." He said with a bright then walked into the classroom, everybody turned and looked at him. He raised a brow then moved his lips to speak. "What the fuck y'all looking at?" Mr. Roberts stopped writing on the chalkboard and turned around to look at Christian. "That kind of laugh and behavior will not be tolerated here. You came from Huston, did you?" Christian nodded while leaning back in his seat. "Yeah, all you guys are just alike." The class laughed as Mr. Roberts turned around, writing on the chalkboard again. Christian turned and face Ezra, leaning over towards his seat. "Let's ditch this class." Mr. Roberts was towering over them, hands behind his back. "Is there something you two would like to share with the rest of the class?" Christian looked towards Ezra then back up at him, shaking his head no and he adjusted himself in his seat as Mr. Roberts were just about to begin class.

[Kafi]

Ezra hide the small smiled he had as the students watched Christian sit down. It seem that he'd already set up something of a protection with his attitude. Most of them felt like leaving him alone. However as they sat and the teacher come over to confront his new friend Ezra just calmly pulled out his things for the class and clinked on his pen as he waited for the fireworks to be over. Once the teachers attention was gone he glanced over at him, /Eh even if we did skip there's nothing to do around here. Let's save that for a better day when we've got a plan. Besides the campus police would be on us in seconds./

Not really paying attention he pretended to take notes as Mr. Roberts started lecturing about the Salem Witch Hunts. However as the class drug on he started to rub his eyes and wince. He hated classes for just this reason, everyone's mind wandered and then he was sat trying to focus as a million different thoughts and daydreams played in his head. He could already feel the headache coming on.