I woke up to the alarm I forgot I set. The first day of classes in a new school… this very special school… I groggily slapped the alarm off and went to gather a uniform. I yawned as I opened up the door and am beginning to go to the showers when I meet up with Tyler.
“Dude, morning! Sleep well?” Why did it not surprise me that he is also a morning person?
“For the most part yeah. How about you?” He nodded.
“I feel great! I best be off to class man and I see you are heading to the showers so I won’t keep you.” I laughed as he raced off. He is quite the character. I like him though. That energy and friendliness is something I am sure I will grow to appreciate here. He is just a genuine guy.
The showers are empty and I am rather shocked. Either everyone showers at night or there just aren’t many people on our floor. I picked a stall and got undressed and set the bag I have everything in on a shelf. I hung the clothes on the hangers they had and turned on the water.
“Ack!” The water was bitterly cold and sprayed out like a volcano. It took a few moments to get to a comfortable temperature and I began to rinse myself and lather up. I did not want to be late so I shower quicker than usual. I get dressed in the rather stiff clothing and brush my teeth. Finally I added a little gel to my hair to spike it. I checked myself in the partially foggy mirror. Perfect. Enough.
I quickly run back to my room and set the dirty clothes aside in my basket and put the bathroom essentials away. With that I figured I would follow the crowd towards classes, or at least the building they are in. I struggle holding the folder, my notebook and pencils as I fumble looking for anything indicating my classroom. No schedule, map or really anything so I did as I did before and just followed some people. How could I receive such a larger folder full of things but not anything I need. How annoying.
The crowd was thick and I noticed not everyone had the same colors. I had brown pants with a white top but others had different colored pants, did that mean they were a grade above or whatever? Some had black, others green, some with blue, and others like me with brown. Did it signal their disability? Again I turn on that subject and quickly away from it.
I entered the building it seems everyone else did and I saw a teacher looking about eagerly… might as well talk with them. I made my way over slowly as the piles of students moving was like a raging river. He noticed me and smiled.
“May I help you?” he asks generically. Leaning in toward me.
“Yes, I am not certain where to go.” He gave a large grin as if he had already been asked it three hundred times.
“Well that tends to be a bad thing, allow me to help.” Thank god. I hand him my folder as he holds out a hand for it. He spines through it until he gives a snap of his fingers. “Ah yes, your homeroom and mathematics teacher are in room 302, it is up two floors and in a large room. You can’t miss it! There is a staircase just ahead, follow the others and I am sure you will see it. Or I can direct you to an elevator.” I shook my head and thanked him and he returned my folder. I make my way back into the ‘river’. Should have brought my paddle.
I am wondering how he picked out that information so quickly and I fingered through the papers. Sure enough like an idiot a schedule was clipped on another piece of paper. Room 302, HR and Mathematics with Dr. Wallen.
I found the staircase and ascended to the appropriate floor and found the room I needed in a few seconds. A rather angry looking man stood outside I presume is the teacher.
“Name?” he asks roughly as I near.
“Claude Rains.” He gave a grunt. Glaring at me intently.
“In you go.” He followed me inside and I realized I must have been the last one here. I looked around the room at the few glances I got as well as how large the room was. It was like one of those college rooms with row after row of stage like seating. I went up to the top section and into an empty seat, excusing myself from the other few that are up there. The class settled down when the teacher stood in front, he began to speak.
“I am your homeroom and mathematics teacher, Dr. Wallen. I will not accept late work OR late arrivals. Today is your first and last warning.” I feel a glare in my direction and a few students look my way. Damn this guy was going to be rough. Like come on man, it is the first day of a disabled school, damn. This is not going to be fun.
He began rambling about more of his expectations that were clearly written on the paper I noticed on the desk. I see the guy next to me looking around a bit nervously. I couldn’t help but realize his hair is covering half of his face making it most likely hard to see what he was reading. I am going to attempt to say hi but with the war general of a teacher I did not wish to push my limits. I hoped I was going to be able to make it a full year with this guy if he was this bad this early in the year. I shrugged not worrying about it as I am sure I will be fine.
He began handing out textbooks and I took the chance to try and talk to the guy. I needed to make some friends and figure starting out in the homeroom with the person next to me was the best option. When I turn again I noticed a girl that looked just like the guy next to me. Are they siblings?
“Hey, my name is Claude, nice to meet you.” I kind of made a crappy generic introduction trying to keep things short and sweet as I think the teacher would be quick in his ways.
The reaction I got was as if I told the guy he had been drafted. He nervously jittered something and I am worried as to what his story was. He is too anxious for just the beginning of a new school year. By this time we had more than a few firsts of the year. I didn’t want to pry just as I didn’t with Whitney.
“Is that your sister?” I'll try another question just in case. He again pulled his hands in front of his face. I then realized how forward that was. Luckily he actually responds.
“Y-yes.” I am getting anxious just talking to this guy.
“Find the class alright? I struggled, haha.” I attempted to make light of the situation.
“N-no,” he stuttered with his words. I do not know if I should just shut up or not. I decide just to be quiet as the drill sergeant is nearby. This also seems to please that guy.
“Pass these books down, IN NUMERICAL ORDER,” he stressed the end hard.
I took mine and passed the others down making extremely sure I had the right number, because lord only knows I do not need to make this guy any more angry than he already seems to be. I wonder if I can get a class change?
He begins to rant on how important his class is and other nonsense. I tune him out for the time as if I listened to him I might fall asleep. I grinned thinking about him giving a speech preparing us for battle.
The class goes surprisingly fast. The classes weren’t too long with a quick break. I would not be shocked if Dr. Wallen didn’t give us a break and instead made us drop and give him twenty. I laughed to myself as I packed my things away. Made sure too on my way out I avoided eye contact with the drill sergeant.
My next class was science which is cool. I always enjoyed it a bit more than math, because of the explosions and space. Something about it always intrigued me. It is fun to be experimental and mess with things. Reactions are neat. I see the class is only four down from our current one in room 306.
I entered almost as one of the first. A few others were in and I made it a point to always sit in the back. Especially now as I am certain there are vision impaired ones as well as those who have trouble hearing. This is going to take some time getting used to. Sure it was a handful or so back in my old schools but I think just about every other one had some sort of disability with vision or hearing.
I can hear him a million miles away and was assured it was him when I saw Tyler enter the room. As if a magnet he instantly finds me in the back and runs to me.
“Dude what?! You are in this class too?! Far out!” I smirked feeling this class was going to be ten times better than my last. Well ten times zero is still zero… This will be a good class. Very good.
“Hey Tyler, how was your first class?” I asked, able to finally talk to my neighbor this time.
“It was alright, got math with some lady named Hallowfield.” I nodded.
“Better than the drill sergeant of a math instructor I had.” He gave a confused look.
“Huh? Ex marine or something?” I laughed at the look he makes.
“No, Dr. Wallen, stay away from the guy.” A light bulb must have appeared over him as he gave a look of enlightenment. And immediate regret.
“DUDE!” He gave me his schedule and I saw what he was seeing. Dr. Wallen for English. He puts his head on the desk out of frustration.
“I feel for you man, sorry.” I pat him on the back and return his schedule. Not long after more students waltz in I spot the teacher coming in.
“Hello class. I am your science teacher Ms. Wilson.” Wilson, how generic I thought again knowing a lot of people named Wilson. Must be some serious inbreeding. I smirked to myself at my own joke. I am funny.
Just like every class ever she explains her expectations and what we would be learning and doing over the course of the year. Tyler and I high five when she mentions experiments and having lab partners. At the break time Tyler turns to me looking antsy.
“Everything good man?” I asked him.
“Have you met anyone yet?” He replied.
“What do you mean? Like friends or something? I tried to talk to someone from my other class but no luck.”
“No like… a girlfriend or whatever… or I am sure a guy like you already has one!” I laughed at his expectations of me. Man he couldn’t have been more wrong. If anyone had a girlfriend I would guarantee him. He is good looking, well in shape, super outgoing, the dude has it all!
“Nope. Single as the cheese.” He gave me a sly grin enjoying my joke which made me feel a little better. I am funny! “How about you man?” He shook his head.
“I am not… great when it comes to talking to girls.” I think that basically goes for all teenage guys at this point.
“Neither am I.” With that little bit of conversation drying up it is time for us to start up again for class. No offense to the guy, but I pictured him as the jockey type getting all the ladies, odd. He just keeps breaking the mold.
Just like the other class, this one is over before I even remember it is happening. I hope this is how it would be the whole year which would make it much better. Tyler and I part ways and I make my way next to the last class of the day. It was weird only having five classes. I didn’t mind. Maybe this was why they wanted students to join clubs. My next class is in room 310.
I enter seeing a familiar face. Whitney sits in the front of the class. I did not really feel like I should talk to her out of some reason in my gut but I did anyway. Would it be rude not to, no?
“Hey there Whitney.” She perks up hearing my voice which she most likely recognized. Another really impressive thing. Suppose recognizing a voice is just the same as seeing a familiar face. I have so much to learn about her.
“Is that Claude by chance?” I smiled like a moron. Man she is impressive. I can barely remember faces, yet she knows my voice out of all these people she likely has met. I felt a bit honored.
“It is, how are you?” I decided to sit next to her, as if I am going to sit anywhere else except next to this beauty. Before we could really start talking the teacher walks in. Everyone in class quiets down as she speaks up.
“Hello class, I hope everyone has had a chance to make friends and get used to the layout of the school. I will be one of your medial classes of the day, as you most likely read on the schedule, I am Mrs. Fillow, but please feel free to call me Kara.” She hands out a stack of small novels to everyone. “There is a large library here as well. I normally like it if students can read a book every two weeks and give me a little report about it. It can be a simple review, what you liked, what you did not. Think about characters, setting, and different themes. You all have read things by now and I am sure you each have unique and interesting opinions I would love to hear about.”
Everyone groans at her expectations, except Whitney who seems welcoming of the idea. Mrs. Fillow continues on with class right through the break and up through the end of class. She is so incredibly passionate about her work. She notices the time and looks nervously.
“My apologies! I got a bit into the talk, feel free to stop me if I break into that time! Have a good day and see you tomorrow.” See you tomorrow? Is that allowed for a teacher to say in a school like this? Whatever. I am stressing the little things.
I started to get up and gather my things and noticed Whitney struggling with her books. Do I help her?
“Need a hand?” I offered, unable to resist. She looked almost a bit upset, but her smile appeared.
“Please,” she accepted happily and I got her things into her pack and handed it back to her extended hands. “Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome.” I checked my phone for the time. Lunchtime and then two more classes to go. Whitney and I split ways and I headed towards the crowd. I suspected I was going to the cafeteria, grabbing something out of the vending machine right before to hold me over.
The cafeteria was all the way down and in the middle of the first floor. To say it was colossal was an understatement. There are hundreds of students, with varying degrees of disabilities scattered all over. I can see plenty with missing limbs, those who are blind, the deaf, and others. I find an open table by the luck of the gods and claim it. I snack on the bag of chips and water I bought, not even attempting to get in line for food.
I mostly space out during the time and look around a little before thumbing through all the books I got and kind of checking them out to an extent. Nowhere near getting any real information out of them, but some of the diagrams and pictures are nice. Is it even fair to have this much weight? I am sure people can’t handle carrying this much... Except Tyler. He is probably into it.
I saw people begin to leave and check the time. Sure enough about fifteen minutes before the next class. Next class of the day, let me see here… oh History with Dr. Fullerman? Room 313, easy enough. I like this whole thing of having every class on the same floor thing. I began checking all the doors as I made my way following both the ‘river’ and the door numbers. Ah yes, here it is. I can’t wait to be done for today…
I entered the class, seeing about half of the class here. And if by fate, Tyler was up at the top row waving his arms frantically seeing me. I grin, awesome, two classes with the guy, this year might not be horrible. I mean they say misery loves company, no?
“Tyler!” I chuckled, heading to an open seat by him.
“Dude! My man! What’s good?” I switched questions on him.
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“So Dr. Wallen, am I right?” His mood went from bubbly, to sad, right back to bubbly, I love this guy. He is such a literal character.
“Yeah man! The dude is crazy!” We both shared a laugh, looking at other students as they poured in. I then picked one from the crowd, instantly tuning Tyler out while he talked about the class. I felt a hit on the shoulder.
“Huh? What?” I respond defensively, looking at him a bit annoyed. One because even if that was a playful hit, there was some power behind it, and also, hitting a defenseless man!
“No one, huh?” he said, grinning. I then realized how I was eyeing Whitney he most likely got ideas. Whatever, can’t let that get to me.
“It is not like that, I just have a class with her. I recognized her from before,” I said, defending myself. He raised a brow, looking to screw with me.
“I am sure that is all.” I crossed my arms at his statement.
“There is nothing between us!” I shouted a bit annoyed.
“Between who?” Whitney was right next to us while we argued and we both shut up immediately.
“O-oh hey Whitney.” Tyler hides behind some books, clearly not noticing that she wouldn’t notice. But I did. I will remember that.
“I apologize, did I interrupt something?” I waved her off, as usual. Now Tyler and I looked equally stupid.
“No, not at all. You have History with Dr. Fullerman?” She nods, making me jealous she can do that, while I am limited. Am I comparing myself to her again? Oh God… Make it stop.
She sits herself next to me and Tyler poked me a few times. I turned to look at him angrily.
“What?” I asked quietly, basically almost silent knowing the superhuman is next to me.
“Dude!” he also tried to whisper, which was a feat for the man.
“What?!” I replied slightly louder.
“Dude!!” he also raised his voice and before we knew it the teacher snapped his fingers.
“Everyone,quiet please. Class starts now.” We both shut up and I heard a familiar giggle from Whitney… is she amused? Bah. Guess I can let it slide for her.
As if deja vu, the teacher went through the same motions as the rest. Second verse… same as the first folks! Talking about what he wants us to do, what he expects and yadda yadda. I mentally sigh, picturing all the teachers getting together and printing one syllabus for all the courses and just replacing name and subject. Would they really do that? I think they would. Except coping off Dr. Wallen. Ha!
Rinse and repeat as the teacher simply states his expectations, learning outcomes, and other crap teachers spew now and fail to do through the year… Should be public indecency for teachers to be out for they barely cover anything… I really am funny.
Once class is over I ready myself for the final class. Luckily it is gym, something I am sure can’t suck. Well I will suck AT it but not that it will.
I made my way to the first floor again as I am beginning to understand the layout of the building, and I also thought I saw the gymnasium when I was leaving the cafeteria. One more class and I am free for the day. And man it is GYM! I hope they have some fun activities like my old school did.
As if I rolled one more natural twenty on luck, Tyler was walking into the gym just a few moments before me. No way! Again this is amazing. Almost every class with the guy! Nice!
I opened the doors to see a bunch of dudes chatting amongst themselves. I tried to locate Tyler who was on a bench looking around as well. I walked up behind him and gave him a good smack on the back, realizing I shouldn’t be that aggressive but Tyler didn’t seem to mind, even though he was quite startled. Revenge.
“No way, my dude!” Tyler cheered. “Let’s go!” He gets up and does what I assume was some olympic 400 meter dash, while staying in one spot. I am impressed by his energy. I guess I get to really see it in action now, huh?
A man comes walking in, with a rather boring looking track suit and a stop watch around his neck. He claps his hands a few times to get our attention. Everyone turns to him.
“Name’s Mr. Lyle. I assume you are all in the correct place, yes? But just call me Coach, I prefer it that way. Anyways you lot, yes this is a disabled school,” Coach Lyle says and the student who had his hand raised, lowers it. Is this guy physic? “You are all here because you are physically capable of doing some actual work. BUT in the rare instance you are too weak or lazy to perform at top levels, I suppose you are warranted a free day and relax and take it easy and if necessary go to the hospital. With that said, shoot some hoops, meet the others, I don’t really care.” He puts his arm up and goes over to a bench, sits down and starts messing around on his phone. “Enjoy yourselves. It is high school, the last memory before the big change.” I like this guy.
“Well that was interesting, huh?” I chuckled. Tyler smiled.
“Ya, dude!” he looked around. “Wanna shoot some ball?”
“Why not. Might be good for me to do some good exercise once in a while.”
“Did you ever play any sports or anything like that?” Tyler asked, grabbing a basketball. Most of the class seems to be taking it easy but a few are also shooting some hoops.
“Back in my final year in middle school I played Libero for my volleyball squad.”
“Libero?”
“The guy who holds the team together mostly. It was my job to keep the ball in play no matter what. It sucks that most of the time I don’t get the chance to score, but making that game saving one touch or receiving a chance ball makes it so worth my time.” I realized I am rambling to him. “Sorry, I didn't mean to go all out there. What about you, Ty?”
“I just run a lot.” Probably because you are a living battery. You should be very active to expel all that energy. I threw my first shot and a complete miss. Tyler grabs it and expertly slams dunks, gathering the attention of the whole class, but not the teacher who I think is now asleep.
“Damn man! That was amazing!” I roared, cheering at him, as if this mattered. An athlete in action, impressive.
The rest of the session was very boring. Tyler and I kind of lost conversation and just shot until we were dismissed. Tyler simply left after saying goodbye and I was left to think about what to do with the remainder of my day. Classes are shorter here and I actually have a bit more time than normal. And I am close to the school so it is almost an extra two hours or so I have now for free time.
It seems it is getting toward dinner time, so I am going to try my hand at walking around the nearby town so I could get a layout for everything. Luckily today is the longest day as we got situated with our classes so now it will be more fun actually learning. I decided to look for stores so I could get some snacks or anything necessary. Where the store I am going to be working at is as well since I need to make sure I know where to go since I start next week.
I am going to make my way to drop off my things and then head to town. I’m a bit hungry but I am sure I can grab something small to eat while I walk. They have food trucks right?
My thoughts are confirmed after I make my way from my room to the small town. A convenient little gyro stand is set up so I grab one and a drink and am on my way. This guy knows how to load these things, I could barely eat it there is so much piled inside. I will be returning there! The perks of food trucks, quality food and plenty of it.
I quickly devoured the savory wrap and began sipping on the water bottle I also purchased. The town seems to be in a giant block-like shape. All of the stores in the middle and the restaurants outside. I shrugged not understanding, but as soon as I began to walk towards the inner section I caught a glimpse of my work place. I turn around deciding to at least meet who I will be suffering… I mean working with.
The door gives a familiar ding and I notice how much like my old store this one looks. Guess that is just how it is when you work for corporations. A fellow came walking over to me.
“Hello! Is there something I can help you find today?” the guy asked. I smile.
“Nope, I am the new ASM, just coming by to say hey.” I took a glance down to his name tag. “Good to meet you, Larry.” He held his hand out.
“A pleasure Claude!” I walked around bored noticing how it is not as fun to shop at a place you work at than you would think. The other guy was on break so I just went back to my original task. Kind of a waste, but whatever.
A large supermarket caught my attention and I made my way inside. It is packed full, I am almost thinking there is a sale or something but I just notice some of the uniforms and quickly look down to confirm I too am still in mine. Again it seems I am late along with everyone else to get their things.
I grab a buggy and begin to shop. I need food and perhaps some paper plates and plastic utensils too. I looked around for anything catching my eye. For now I was just going to buy what I want since money isn’t too tight.
I wasn’t paying attention and bump my buggy into someone. I was shocked and apologized, turning toward the victim.
“I am so sorry!” The girl waves it off as I see she checks out the clothes I was wearing.
“Oh you are from Vanderhall Academy as well?” she said cheerfully, playing with her hair.
“Yeah, if the uniform didn’t give it away I could have let you guess,” I responded strangely again not realizing the stupid things I say until after the fact. If that voice in my head would work again in the future that would be great.
“Do you mind helping me?” I shook my head for once feeling relieved that it was noticed.
“Sure thing, what do you need?” For some odd reason I just now noticed the girl's left arm is mechanical when she points up towards a higher shelf with it.
“Can you grab me those napkins?” I made sure not to stare. Now back to being seen. This is such a roller coaster of having to behave in so many different ways with so many different people. Am I really going to survive here?
“Yeah no problem.” I excused myself and grabbed them for her. She took them quickly in her right arm, smiling.
“Thank you so much!” she was very bubbly.
“It was no biggie,” I stated, trying to sound cool.
“I am Toni by the way,” she comments, smiling and getting a bit close to me. A bit too close. What is this about? Personal space please?
“Claude…?” She waved her mechanical arm which I instinctively inspected as she walked off. It is strange seeing these people here. I can not pinpoint why though, they are as normal as I am… just with special circumstances. Yeah they aren’t different… just different? I don’t know.
No sense in getting lost in my thoughts. I need to finish shopping and then drop them off and preferably get dinner. I begin to quicken my pace and just start loading my cart.
“Thanks, come again soon!” the clerk said handing me my card back and receipt. I lugged the groceries and other goods all the way back to my room and tried to organize them the best I could. I give up figuring it is futile. I am starving at the moment and I notice there is a barbeque place in town. The smell had me hooked in a matter of seconds. Something about meat being basted in sauces just got me everytime. BBQ is the absolute BEST.
Luckily, as I said before, the town isn’t far from campus. I like being able to just come out here on a whim and only take about ten minutes getting to it. I figured when I learn the layout even better I will be able to pinpoint places and make visits to an optimal level, min max this place real quick.
I remembered to change my clothes this time as I sat eyeing the menu. I could feel my stomach fighting me for not coming here earlier. The place smells fantastic. I feel bad I am seated alone at a four person booth since they are running out of seating at smaller tables.
While I was checking the menu I noticed someone approaching my table and then took a second to register who and why I recognized them. It was that scared guy and his sister....?
“Oh hey!” I said, trying to sound hospitable. “They seating you here?”
“I-if that is fine by you…” the sister spoke this time, also a bit timid but having a little confidence. They both sat.
“Thanks…” The brother mumbled covering himself a bit. Hey at least I got something out of him.
“I do not believe we really had a chance to get introduced. I am in your math class, Claude.” I smiled, not thinking of trying to get a handshake or something since we are sitting.
“I am Sarah and that is my brother Stan.”
“Ah, the S siblings.” I actually got a laugh from her.
“We are called that a lot. Weird coincidence.” The atmosphere seems to change as she lightens up, her brother still does not speak or even move for that. I quickly noticed as Sarah parted her hair a bit she had the same scarring. It looks like burn scars if I had ever seen them, but have I really ever seen them to be able to think such a thing? Much worse than I have seen before though, recalling a camping trip a few years back. It is most likely why they are so backward.
“Enjoying school so far?” I openly asked as I go back to figuring out what to eat. Apparently everything would break my budget so I need to choose one thing. Or maybe two...
“It is not bad, it is just… awkward?” She was checking out her menu. “Being normal with all these people with such obvious disabilities is hard.” Did she not realize? I then thought about myself. I am here as well… There has to be something wrong with me.
“Yeah.” Was all I could come up with and we went about ordering our food. Sarah ordered Stan’s food for him as he couldn’t even look at the waiter.
“Baby back ribs, always a good choice,” she said, breaking the slim silence we had. I laughed.
“If it is meat and has barbeque sauce and smoked seasonings, count me in!” I responded looking anxious for the food to arrive. My phone buzzes and I notice I have a text message. “Sorry.”
“It is fine, go ahead. This isn’t a date or anything, no need to be reserved on our parts. Consider us not even here.” Her brother seemed to like that idea. It is odd seeing her so lively now, compared to her brother, getting anything was a plus.
>yo bro, whats good man
Hey Aaron, just at a BBQ place.
>with??? ;)
A couple of classmates.
>Oh.
Don’t seem so disappointed.
>i just pictured u unlike a calendar
What?
>a calendar has dates ;P
Screw off.
>i will catch up w/ u later man, enjoy the food lol
Thanks. Talk to you then.
I put my phone away with a little bit of anger. He always got on me for never dating. I guess I could have brought up that incident with Whitney… but was that really a date? No, he would find a way to screw with me, best leaving it. I mean it was almost akin to kidnapping or something like that. Rough way to get to meet someone, but I think it went alright. Anyways, the less he knows sometimes, the better.
“Everything cool?” Sarah asked as drinks arrived.
“Peachy.” I took a sip of the sweet tea. This is a southern BBQ place, you would be crazy not to get the sweet tea. I mean this stuff is beyond good. Like super good even. Wow, what is it about southern tea that just teas better than other teas? I probably should not eye this glass as much as I am before they think I am stranger than I am.
“Ah, that is good,” Sarah replied.
“Just an old friend keeping in touch,” I stated, silencing my phone and putting it away.
“Old friends are those you can’t afford to lose,” she mentioned, a bit sympathetic.
“Right on point,” I assured her.
Food arrived quicker than I expect and there is no way talking is going to get in the way of me and this meat. I devoured it like a starving cannibal. The flavor is out of this world and before I noticed it was all gone, with the remnants being all over me. Man ribs are so good, but the aftermath is a pain. A small price to pay for such delicious morsels. I wanted to give a moment of silence, for that was the best slab of ribs I have ever eaten. Perfect amount of spice and the sauce was slathered. This going out to eat thing is really worth my while. But how in the world did this happen twice? I wiped myself down as ribs are the messiest of foods, besides the food I cook.
“Good lord, that was delicious,” I said, sinking into the seat and letting myself get a moment.
“Room for dessert? My treat,” Sarah smiled. I grinned remembering the Whitney incident.
“Oh no please, spare me.” That is an unfortunate timing. She must have known I am too full and offered it to seem nice but knowing I would refuse. Still that triple chocolate death cake sounded good, minus the death part, but at the same time it seemed to fit. Especially in the state I am in. Would it be rude to order and take it home…? No I couldn’t.
“I agree,” she said, putting her silverware on the plate. “This was nice, but we best get moving.” She tossed me thirty dollars. “Keep the change or just use it as a tip.” The two are off with that and I paid and left as well knowing it had to be quite late at night. I yawned as I walk back to my dorm room.
I don’t think going out every night is going to be in my best health. It is almost ten and I need to be up at about six to get showered and ready for class at seven. I was about to retire when I noticed a notification on my computer, from Tyler no doubt.
>You ever play Dungeonz man?
No.
That seemed a bit rude but I am sure Tyler won’t mind. It took a few minutes for him to respond. I hope he isn’t asleep, but at the same time he shouldn’t have his computer volume up if he was… so I lost my regret. Does the guy actually sleep though? I immediately pictured him running in his sleep and benching his pillows. Ha, classic Tyler.
>You play MMORPGs?
Yeah, I used to play Guided Gates MMO for a while.
>DUDE! Download Dungeonz, I just started playing.
I will check it out.
>Coolio man! My name is Ty13r in game.
There servers?
>Oh right right. Go on Veil.
Veil, got it. I will look into it tomorrow.
>What do you play?
I will see what they have to offer before I make my choice.
>I play the tank!
Why did I already figure that much? I mean I shouldn’t judge, I almost exclusively play magic classes. Could be a good combo, I will look into it.
Alright sounds great, I will talk to you in class.
>See you then man! Night.
This guy was something else. I was chuckling to myself as I closed my laptop. Passersby must have thought I was on something, but as I said before this guy just had something about him that made you happy. I hope he stays like this.
I retired to bed shortly after that little episode. It has been a while since I played a good MMO, hopefully this won’t disappoint. Got me a bit hyped if I am honest to get back into a fun grind. With Tyler I am sure even if it isn’t the greatest I will still have a good time.