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Blinkous sat on the school’s staircase, one of the less-used ones so that he could avoid other students. His lunch bag made a crunchy ‘whomp!’ sound as it hit the ground as well. He felt as though his heart was trying to punch its way out of his chest. He was pretty sure: No, he was confident those other kids were talking about him.
Probably picking him out as their next target. Were they bullies though?
Blinky couldn’t make an assumption like that yet: He’d only been attending this school full of giants for four days and had been doing a pretty good job at not getting to anyone’s way.
Wait, was it even right to call them kids? They were all super beefy and seemed like they’d tower over him as soon as they stood up. Then again, almost everyone towered over him, so it wasn’t like that’d be a new experience.
Blinky sighed, cursing his genetics, and cursing his cowardly tendencies for running away. He should’ve given that freakishly tall-looking green-haired jock a nasty glare before finding a corner to sit in. Yes, that would’ve been a much better course of action. It would have made him look more powerful, meaner, and less…
...less afraid.
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Arghamount squinted under the light of the sun. Sweat dripped down his face and drenched his clothes. He was pretty sure that if he walked into his house like this, it would reek like athletes for days. Febreze wouldn’t do much against a stench like this. The hot sun was making it worse. It slowly dehydrated him as he practiced tackling and catching balls, which made everything, and everyone smell worse.
Aaarrrgghh thanked the heavens that there were showers in the school, or else he would be forced to hose himself off before entering the house. Not to mention, he lived with small children. It’s a pleasant-looking idea from an outsider’s view, but children just don’t know how to keep their mouths shut.
If they think you’re ugly, they’ll let you know.
If they think you’re dating the cheerleader that helped you out with first aid during a football game, they’ll not only let you know but they’ll let your parents know too.
And if you smelled bad, heaven forbid they didn’t say something about it.
Arghamount thought about his school day as he let the hot water from the showerhead rinse grime and sweat off of his body. Math class hadn’t been too bad to get back to, and that’s saying something. He hadn’t forgotten all of the Russian he had learned during the first few weeks of this trimester. Biology was interesting, to say the least, and lunch was…
...oh. Lunch had been fine, up until and after the point when Aaarrrgghh had scared away Blake, as Kanjigar had called him. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t even slightly guilty for the way he went about trying to find out that kid’s name. He couldn’t help it though! Aaarrrgghh was naturally curious, but he also liked being on people’s good sides. It looked like he was going to have to find this ‘Blake’ and give him a teenager’s version of a heartfelt apology.