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[h3][color=f7941d]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

Life is odd sometimes.

One moment, you’re just standing there, minding your own business, waiting on a rather...quiet authority figure to give you the thumbs up to rush to your bed and catch up on some much needed rest and relaxation. If nothing else, please let his DS or Vita be there. Or, if it’s not too much to ask, O’ Mighty Lords of Chance, maybe allow his guitar? That’d be all that and a bag of Fritos.

But the next?

The next moment everything that you knew to be good and right with the world is wadded up and thrown the fuck away because one of your new friends decides to just take a big ol’ steaming shit of the laws of physics. She WAS behind him. That he knew to be true. Then he left. That was also true.

And then she had just materialized right before his goddamn eyes. 

THAT SHOULDN’T BE FUCKING POSSIBLE.

But that was true too, apparently.

And to beat it all, her sudden appearance right in front of him, and rather close as well, made Graham stumbled back out of sheer surprise. And he landed right on his ass. Some of the students behind him laughed at the tiny little clown.

Do you enjoy the wee-man’s silly antics, fools?!

ARE YOU NOT AMUSED?!!

But Graham didn’t bark at them. Not yet. Not with the Head Honcho standing mere yards from him. His vengeance shall be dealt, oh yes, but not yet. It must simmer.

His dark plans were not directed to Kitty though. Or perhaps they had been, but…

[color=f49ac2]“Whoops! Sorry about that. Why’d you keep running off like that, anyway?”[/color]

Well...shit. He couldn’t rightly be pissed at a concerned friend now, could he?

Well, yes. He could. But he’d be a giant jackass. That wouldn’t fly, guy.

Graham got up and brushed himself off, ignoring the snickering going on behind them.

He looked at the VeePee, then back to Kitty. He lowered his voice and looked down.

[color=f7941d]“I’ve gotta spread my wings and fly, chica. There’s a whole lotta world out there and only so much Graham to go around, y’know?”[/color]

He waited a moment, then coughed.

Then he mumbled.

[color=f7941d]“I uh...couldn’t see. Back there. Too many Talls in the way.”[/color]

He admitted it with just a hint of shame. Most of the other guys he knew that were his age had already found their height. Graham’s kind of got lost in transit. Or delivered to some other asshat who was now banging his head off basketball hoops. So yeah, he was a little self-conscious about being short. It wasn’t like he was a chick who could get by seeing the world at this altitude. There would come a time when he needed to get something off the top shelf, and dammit, his pride as a man would not allow him to ask someone else for help.

SO GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR, MOTHER NATURE.

That little inner outburst almost became a big outter inburst. But somehow he kept his thoughts in line.

Then the Smith lady spoke.

Announcing roommates.

Wicked.

The first grouping was Aspen, Alexis, and Kitty. Well, right on. The three of them might be able to move and groove together. Then was Anastasia and...Olivia? OH! The chick from the train. The species traitor. The one of the smugheads that decided against telling the poor little freshies about the hellish abomination they got to so pleasantly meet.

Well, just for that, Graham decided that he would continue the asshatish tradition. No freshie would get the 4-1-1 from him.

Then Deia? The uh...confined one. Special treatment, eh? Well, that had to be embarrassing. He’d try to be cool to her. Or not. Depends how she was. We’re all equal in ‘Murica, gurl.

...Or, y’know, wherever they were. Probably Earth. Hopefully Earth. Oh dear Allfather, please let it still be Earth.

Then some of the dudes were next.

Cheol and Smughead. Poor Cheol. How would he ever survive the massive ego of the self-righteous crusader? He’d probably suffocate during the night. It’s all good, buddy boy. You shall be remembered.

Still...who’d that leave him with?

If it was the mini-horror, he was noping right the fuck away. But he was spared.

Scorpios. The Irish bro. He could live with that. They were both from the redneck pits of their respective countries. Scorpios’ being literal rednecks. Due to the red hair. There were a lot of redheads in Ireland, right? Graham didn’t know. Well, the Kentucky public education system hadn’t really done much to enrich the boy’s worldview. He was what one might call, culturally starved. It was probably Scotland. Or one of the ‘lands.

Next was Sam and Jack? Well, Graham didn’t know either of them. Maybe one day? Maybe they’d be kewl katz as well. One could only hope.

Then Smith just up and threw out a free-for-all on the actual rooms. Well...they were dorms, right? All the same? Graham didn’t rightly give a fuck then. Four walls and a bed would serve him just fine.

And then out of nowhere, she calls for Dr. Murse. Graham didn’t know why, but he was sure as hell going to find out. When the crowd split for the good nurse, Graham peered through.

Cheol.

Poor little Cheol was out cold.

The fuck?

The nurse carried him off to the Infirmary. Graham made a mental note to visit the guy. The little dude was his friend, whether Cheol liked it or not. He had been labeled as such, so shall it be. Besides, they were brothers in short. If one were to stack on another’s shoulders, perhaps they could blend in the the Talls, to live amongst them, to see how the other side do.

Yeah…

Graham wished the kid the best, but thought he’d be fine. Superschool was bound to have a Supermedbay, right? Probably someone tucked away that could just touch the boy and remove his illness.

After a few moments, he looked around. He saw Kitty. He saw the others a bit back. But he didn’t see the dude he would be living with.

Yet.

[color=f7941d]“SCORPIOS, TO ME! TO ME, SCORPIOS!”[/color]

The boy shouted, probably ripping his vocal cords to oblivion. They say that if one listens closely, they can still hear his call bouncing off the hills to this very day.

[color=f7941d]“¡Ándale, boyo!”[/color]

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