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Another day in this shit hole. The first thought in Flug’s mind when he wakes. He turns of the calling alarm clock on his bedside table and gets out of bed. Tired as ever he finds his school uniform, throws them on and goes out to the bathroom to brush teeth. He doesn’t have a mirror in his bathroom - why should he though? He never shows his face anyways - He shrugs and heads out and into his living area.
Walking around his dorm he gets all his stuff and begins checking if everything’s there. “Alright. Bag, check. Goggles, check. Lunch, check. Extra lunch, check. Homework, check. Files and notes, check. Extra shirt, check. Shoelaces tied, check. Yup, looks like everything's here.”
Saying this he heads out.
The walk from the dorms to the school is always different. Sometimes there’s a group of students running around in underwear - mostly the guys - other times they’re drunk or having a hangover. Mostly they’re just playing loud music and acting like animals, even though it’s early in the morning.
Flug rolls his eyes and keeps a steady pace walking forwards. I’m not going to get involved. Tried that once, didn’t end too well. He shudders at the memory and lets out an unpleasant sound. “Nope, ain’t ever happening again.”
The school buildings are closing in from the horizon. Flug sighs happily and hurries his pase. Once inside the main building he heads for his locker. Any stupid notes today? He stands in front of a locker with i note saying “Loser” Ah. Nothing new there.
Flug’s used to getting notes like this, ever since middle school, so he doesn’t really care anymore. To be honest, he actually thinks it quit funny that people use their life on impercillic things like this.
He takes the note of his locker to throw it out later, get the books for his next class, and puts other stuff inside it. He closes the locker and looks to the side, Oh lord, their at it again.. A guy and girl are kissing roughly op against some of the lockers a meter or two away from him. The guy keeps grabbing the girls boobs and ass which makes her moan sightly.
Disgusting.. Flug can’t stand people like that. How can you even get yourself to do that in public?! I just can’t understand.
Walking past the couple trying his hardest not to look, he proceeds to class. He’s there 10 minutes before class starts, some of the other students is already here too. He finds his seat in the middle side of the room, sits and takes out his notes. Completely ready. He checks his watch. Three minutes. What to do in three minutes? He looks around the room watching the people around him.
A group of girls sits in one of the rooms corners - properly chatting about the hot guys on champus - I wonder who the gossip’s about today.
Even though Flug really don’t care about much other than school, he still likes a little gossip now and then - it’s fun to hear what’s going on, around campus -
Sadly though, he can’t hear a thing, the whispers are too hushed. The bell then rung and the teacher walks in. Great, substitute teacher.. He sighs, Flug hates having substitutes, the lectures never serious when they have.
The substitute was a young looking woman, knee length black skirt, white dress shirt with a black tie and black high heels. Her blond hair is tied up in a ponytail with a big poofy hair elastic.
The girls began to whisper the second she stepped in the room and the guys making flirty looks to her. Fug rolls his eyes. She is good looking, Flug will admit, but she’s not his type. - Well to be frank, Flug doesn’t even know who his type is -
The woman sat down at the teachers table and waited for the students so be quiet.
“Good morning everyone, my name is Liza. As some of you may have heard Mr. Binkl was in a car accident, but don’t worry, he’s at the hospital being treated with good care. And i’ll be your substitute teacher until he recovers and can come back to work.
A big smile was plastered on her face. The whispers began once again, though instead of yelling at them to get them quit she just sat patiently and waited for them to get quiet themselves. “Know, will someone please tell me where you left of the last time and what you’ve been working on?”
One of the girls stood up and began telling about what they’ve been working on these past weeks. Flug sat quiet in his seat, as always, not saying a thing, as if he wasn’t even there.
When the girl were done explaining she sat down. The substitute teacher thinks for a moment before speaking. “Ok, thank you very much. Now just take the stuff you’ve been working on out and keep working on it.” What else should she have said really? She can’t give them a new assignment.
While the student’s got up to get their stuff, Flug rose his hand. The Substitute teacher came up to him, having a weird look on her face. “Do you need any help?” She asked with an almost forced smile.
“No, i’ve already finished the work.” His voice was blank and bored. “Oh, then.. What about the next pages?” Flug looks through his papers and notes, then looks back up at her. “I’ve finished them too.” She looks at him with a dumbfounded look on her face.
“Oh well, what about future assignments?” Flug kept staring at her, then answered. “I’ve finished them too.” She looked at a loss of words - how can he have done everything already?! -
“Well.. Umm… D-do you have other homework or?” Flug thinks for a moment, looks in his backpage, then back at her. “Well i have this book i can read?” Her eyes light up. “Ah, yes! Then you can read that.” Her smile returned to her face, not forced this time, Flug for once smiled back. “May i ask a question of you though?” Flug looks confused but kinda excited at her. “Sure.” “Why do you wear a paper bag on your head? It looks pretty odd.” Flug face drops a bit. “W-wel.. It’s personal. I’d rather not talk about it.” He looks away, the substitute teacher then gives him an understanding smile. “Oh, sure! Sorry if i made you sad.” Flug internally snickered at the word she chose to define him. “Nah, it’s fine.” Her smile brightened at that and she walked back to the her desk.
Flug took out the book and began reading.
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Lunch. Flug doesn’t like lunch, more like hates it. A whole hour of where you can eat and chat with your friends. What a waste of time. Though, he might only be saying that cause he doesn’t have any friends himself.
He doesn’t feel lonely though, quit the opposite, he likes only being him - but is that because he’s always been alone though? - Flug goes to his locker to get his lunch, even though he doesn’t like it, he knows how important food and water is for the human body. While he’s at his locker he puts the last books ind and takes out the next lecture books. Two flies down with one smack.
His locker door suddenly smacks in from behind and he almost gets his finger crushed. A girl with bright long neon pink and green colored hair stood in front of him. “Hey bag-boy! What’ya doing? Hitting on the new substitute teacher are we?” Demencia.. His stomach twirls a bit. What is her problem? Trying to act natural and not letting her dominate him he answers. “N-no. I was just making s-sure what i should be doing i-in that lecture.”
“W-w-what? I-i-i-i d-don’t understand w-w-what your saying.” She always teases him with his stuttering - it’s a disease, not his fault - He rolls his eyes and tries to walk past her, but she yanks him right back.
“W-w-where do you think y-you’er going!?” She slams him up against the lockers so he hits his head. “O-ow.. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Am i really that interesting?” Demencia smirks and slams him against the lockers again. “Nope! Quit the opposite actually! Your one of the most boring things in this school.” Flug looks hard at her. “Then why are you giving me so much of your time?” The slightest hint of a smirk sneaks up on his face, which pisses demenica off. She bangs her head into Flug’s, giving him a headache.
“Because shit’s like you need to know your place..!” She gave him a threatening clare stomped on his lunch and walked away. “Sassy shit loser.”
Flug gives an exhausted look around, all the other student’s walking past him ignores him completely. He picks his backpack and ruined lunch up. And this is why i pack an extra lunch. He throws the ruined lunch out and get the extra in his locker. Giving out i sigh he heads for the stairs which leads to the rooftop.
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Once on the rooftop the fresh air hits him right in the face. “Ahh… Much better.” He looks around to see if anyone else is here. “Huh. No one’s here.” He sits on the edge of the building with his feet hanging over. He’s not afraid of falling down, he knows what he’s doing, especially since he’s the only one there.
Finely he can relax - ok, maybe lunch isn’t that bad after all - away from all the others.
He takes out his earplugs and puts them on while he setting his favorite playlist on. It’s rare for Flug to sit alone with his music like this, eating his food and enjoying the view. One of the few upsites about this school. Flug sighs happily and smiles out to the world beneath him, with the wind rustling his bag and uniform.
Even though Flug have earplugs in, he can still hear what’s going on around him. He knows this from the sound of the doors opening and chatting voices approaching. “The new substitute teacher for Mr. Binkl is really nice! She got me to finally understand the assignment.” “Yeah! Not to be mean or anything, but i hope Mr. Binkl will stay home. Liza’s just much more fun!” The girl said with a giggle. “Heheh, yeah! And she likes gossip just like us!!” The girls laughed and walked further onto the roof. Flug sighs sadly and looks out on campus. That was that peace.. Oh well, better get moving.
The girls stops when they catch eye of Flug. “Hey, isn’t that the weird guy with the paper bag head everyone’s talking about?” Flug stops in his tracks. Oh great, i’m a gossip topic. Greeeeat.. Flug rolls his eyes, though pretends not to hear them to see where this will go.
“Hm? Oh, yeah! Bag-boy isn’t it?” Aaaaand there was the nickname. “Shhh! He’s going to hear you!” The girl tried to whisper, but failed miserable. “Why do you think he wears that bag? You think he’s a mutant?!” “Nah.. Uh! Maybe his face to pretty that he have to hide it away??” Flug chuckles to himself. Heh, as if.. The girls seemed to take notice. Their whisper got too quiet for him to hear, so he turned the volume for his music down. The whispers had stopped completely and a sensation of something close to him appeared. He realized immediately what is was and did not approve one bit.
“ Don’t touch it. ”
The girls shrieked, jumping back and away from him. Flug slowly turns his head around and glares at them, his expression completely blank and annoyed. The girls looks at him confusion and a hint of fear.
“H-how did you-..?” Flug smirked slightly with his responds. “I have supernatural powers that tells me if something unpleasant is about to happen.” The girls eyes widen. “Really?!” Flug chuckles and looks at them with amusement in his eyes. “No of course not. There’s no such thing as in supernatural powers or beings of sort.” The girls glares at him with annoyance and began to leave with a big “Hmpf!” Flug looks at them leaving until they close the door. “People are so stupidly weird.” He huffs, then realizes. “Comes from a guy wearing a bag.” He lets out a small laugh and turns the music back on.
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Last period. Flug’s favorite subject, physics and chemistry. Flug’s a second year at the college, so he’s allowed to experiment with weird inventions and chemicals. He’s the smartest and most brilliant in his class - i mean, his smart in all the other lectures too, but this is insane. Straight A++’es, God Damn! - Flug loves experimenting and discovering new things on his own.
Breaking boundaries, and inventing new machinery or even a few potions. The other students in his class hates him for his talent. “Why does he have that talent and not me?”, “He’s nothing.”, “Show off!”, “Teachers pet..”, “ Bag-boy. ”
All the names he’s called behind his back hurt once, but now he’s so used to it, that he don’t care anymore. He only rolls his eyes - or perhaps that’s only a facade?.. - “Flug!” Flug came to his senses at the sudden mention of his name. His professor stood beside him with a proud look in his eyes.
“Flug, my star student. What are you working on this time?” Flug eyes narrowed confused. Why does he always gotta see what i’m working on? “W-wel Professor, i’m currently working on an a-anti gravity-ray.” His professor’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh? And how is it going? Working yet?” Flug looked at the plans for the ray, then at his professor. “Well i-i’m still planning i-it, so..”, “Arh, i see. Well keep up the good work!” He slaps Flug on the shoulder and continues to talk with the other students. Flug Gives a sigh and continues with the planning.
A feeling with someone glaring hard at him appears from behind, Flug straighten up and looks behind him. Several of the students are giving him the death stare.
Well then.. That’s, new?
His concentration returns to the ray plans, and immediately starts the planning again.
Waste of time..