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George hit the off button on his alarm clock and rose groggily from his bed. His memory from last night was a little fuzzy. "What a crazy dream." George said to himself. "I wish there was actual magic, but maybe I’m playing too many games." After telling himself that he fell asleep at the park and must have been on autopilot for the rest of the ride home after being shot down by Liz, he went to the bathroom to do his morning ritual. He took a shower, shaved what little stubble he had, and brushed his teeth.

“George, if you don't hurry up, you're going to be late for school.” he heard his mother call down to him.

George hurried to get changed. Even though the town was small, the high school still had a uniform the students had to wear. ‘To raise attention in class and to get as good of academic success as the schools in the big cities’ the principal said. The uniform consisted of black tennis shoes; khaki pants; white short-sleeve shirt, since it was summer, and a blue tie; with a dark blue sweater vest with the school crest to finish off the outfit.

“Mr. Davidson is going to kill me if I'm late for the test.” He mumbled to himself. Mr. Davidson was the strictest math teacher at the school. Tall and skinny he glared down at students looking like the grim reaper. He was the type of person that thought if you were on-time, you were fifteen minutes late. Test days were his most strict of days, he would close the door right as the bell started ringing and if you were not there you were not getting in for the day.

He got dressed, quickly grabbed his bag, and headed out without breakfast. He had about twenty minutes until school started. Luckily, he lived only ten minutes from school by bike. George grabbed his bike out of the garage and headed out. Unfortunately, it was just not George's day. He hit every red light on the way to the school. He arrived at school with just enough time to lock up his bike on the rack and run to class, sliding through just as Mr. Davidson was closing the door.

“Cutting it a little close there Mr. Montrel.” Mr. Davidson said with no amusement in his voice.

“Sorry sir. I hit every –” George started to explain.

“We don’t have time for the novel of your life to unfold before us Mr. Montrel. Just get to your seat.” Mr. Davidson Turned to the class as George quickly got to his seat. “You now have forty-eight minutes for the test thanks to Mr. Montrel and not a second more. I suggest you make good use of your time.” He walked to his desk and sat down keeping an eye on everyone.

After his math test the rest of the day was rather uneventful. Following Math was English with Mr. Pryson. Gary Pryson was an average guy with an average build. He stood about five foot eleven, had a round face with short, cropped hair and a beard and mustache to match. Lunch followed English where George had some pizza, a small salad, and a carton of chocolate milk. He ate outside in the sun on the lawn of the school by himself.

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When the bell rang, he threw away his trash, put his tray away, and headed off to Home Economics with Ms. Stitson. Jenny Stitson was the teacher that most of the boys at school had secret crushes on, the rest didn't try to hide it. She stood at five foot eight, skinny, and had that glow of the woman down the street. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute smile. Even George caught himself staring every once in a while.

When they finished making cupcakes it was finally the last class of the day and Georges least enjoyable one, P.E. with Mr. Roblin the goblin. Marty Roblin was a short pudgy man standing at five foot nothing and the students had a bet on whether he had broken the three-hundred-pound barrier or not. He had thin wispy black hair that he combed-over and thought that no one was the wiser. He had a large, hooked nose that made his eyes look small in comparison. All the students in the school called him Roblin the goblin because one student said he looked like one from a fantasy game and the name stuck. It didn't help that his personality wasn't that great either.

"Time for everybody's favorite activity..." Roblin said in a slightly nasally voice. Some people's faces perked up, hoping he was going to say basketball. "Dodgeball." He said and held up a red rubber ball. The few bigger and stronger guys in class smirked as the rest of the faces deflated.

Finally, after being pelted and pulverized by the red rubber spheres of doom that passed for dodgeballs for an hour, it was time to go home. On his way out of class he saw Mike down at the end of the hallway near the exit. George sped up hoping to get past him so he wouldn't have to deal with Mike since he had asked Liz out.

“Hey George.” George groaned as he heard Mike call out to him. Knowing he wasn’t going to get away he figured he might as well be polite.

“Hey Mike.” George replied.

“Hey, I hope there are no hard feelings. Me stealing your girlfriend and all.” Mike chuckled.

“Liz is just a childhood friend.” George said a little harsher than he meant to.

“I know, I know. Keep your panties on. Sheesh.” Mike said holding his hands up apologetically. “Hey, did you know my brother is in town. He just got in last night.”

“Really? Maybe it wasn't a dream.” George said without thinking, immediately regretting it.

“Dude,” Mike responded with a hint of sarcasm. “What happens in your dreams should stay there.”

“Not like that.” George said quickly. Great now I have to explain so he doesn't spread rumors of me being gay. George thought. “I had a dream where I was in the park and your brother saved me from some crazy big wolf. He was using magic and said he was a warlock. He also said your sister is a witch. Crazy right?”

Mike stood there looking at George with a blank face.

“Right?” George asked. “Tell me that your family is normal.”

Mike laughed. “Of course, my family is normal. There's no such thing as magic. You've been playing way too many video games. You're still coming over this weekend to show me that new card game, right?”

George chuckled to himself; maybe he was playing too many games. "Yeah man, I'll be there."

"Cool, see ya later." Mike turned and walked out the door.

George sighed and walked out the doors, unchained his bike and started riding toward the small grocery store where he worked. He rode the short distance to downtown Luxton where the store was located. George parked his bike behind the store, locked it up to a drainpipe, and entered through the back door. He walked through the back office grabbed his apron and started his shift.