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The overbearing gates of Unstable High School loom ahead, and students walk in. Many in crowds, many alone. Wemmbu sits in his dad’s car, school bag on his lap, purple hood pulled up. His eyes wander out of the window. His body tingles at the thought of new everything.
New school-
New people-
And most importantly,-
A new hierarchy.
"You're thinking." His dad says.
"No, I'm observing." Wemmbu shifts in his seat.
Minute glances at him, "You worry too much, kiddo, it's gonna be fine! Besides, you have egg on your side." The car comes to a halt, and Minute takes his hand off the steering.
"Come on, now go have some fun, you menace." His dad ruffles his hair.
Wemmbu backs away, "Dad! Not the hair!" he yelps.
Minute chuckles as Wemmbu steps out of the car and walks to the gates of doom. He watches as his dad’s car drives out of view.
Focusing his attention on the building ahead, he walks forward, tugging his purple hood up, adjusting his black ripped jeans, and his bag over one shoulder. He has to admit, the school looks more like a medieval castle straight out of a storybook. Huge metal gates, stone walls, and tall tower posts.
His thoughts are interrupted by a seraphim waving at him, “Wemmbu!” He shouts. Wemmbu jogs over to him. “What’s up, bro?” he offers a side hug.
Eggchan gladly accepts, “Bro! It’s good to see you again. It feels like an eternity since I moved from Highwater City.” Wemmbu chuckles, “D’alright! Let’s go.”
They walk into the massive school walls, which seem to swallow them whole. The inside was lit with torches on the walls, and lockers lined up against the stone walls. Wemmbu and Egg head to the principal’s office to retrieve his schedule, as he joined two weeks late. (his dad was pretty busy wrapping stuff up in Highwater City)
As they walk and talk, Wemmbu notices a small crowd gathering and people pulling out their phones. “Yo, bro, what’s happening there?” He asks Egg, who hums and looks over.
A dark-skinned, blindfolded dude shoves another guy into a locker. “Bro! I told you I don’t care about your mom! I need my homework done now!”
He delivers a punch to the guy. His dreads swing, and muscles flex at the action.
He looks like an asshole.
“That’s Flame, one of the Kings.” Egg replies, Wemmbu looks at him, confused. Egg sighs, “Bro, I’ll tell you later; let’s go get your schedule.” Wemmbu smirks, “Now why don’t we watch first?” Egg rolls his eyes, “You and your mischief, fine, bro.” They stand in the crowd, watching the scene.
The guy shoved into the locker says, “P-please, I-I’ll do it! G-give me a f-few hours!” shaking. Flame, annoyed, takes off his blindfold and looks straight at the guy. He starts begging, “N-NO! P-PLEASE! I-I’LL DO IT! I-I’LL DO IT NOW!” he whimpers as he looks down at his feet.
Wemmbu follows his gaze and finds out why the guy started freaking out; his feet were turning to stone. So he’s a Medusa.
Just then, a macaw avian shoves Wemmbu aside, rushing to Flame. Prick.
“Flame! Snap out of it!” he shouts, grabbing his shoulder. Flame puts his blindfold back on, and the guy’s feet slowly return to normal.
“That’s Parrot, another one of the Kings.” Egg whispers to him. Wemmbu nods, these weird kids bro.
“The day hasn’t even begun yet! Let’s go!” The avian yells and drags Flame away. The crowd slowly starts to disperse. Wemmbu and Egg also walk away.
They instead stand in front of a wooden door, the principal’s office. Egg nudges him, “Go ahead, bro.” Wemmbu sighs and opens the door. He’s greeted by a rather normal-looking office. At the desk sits a grey-haired man in a purple tailored suit. Now that man knows ball alright. Wemmbu feels his heart thump a little out of nervousness.
The middle-aged man speaks, “Wemmbu, right? I was expecting you; here’s your schedule.” He hands Wemmbu a folder. “I’m Principal Branzy! Welcome to Unstable.”
“Thank you, Mr.Branzy,” Wemmbu replies, fidgeting with his fingers, spear-ended tail swishing behind him. Just as he was about to leave, A man dressed like a Jester walks in.
Dread creeps into Wemmbu’s gut and his pulse quickens. He notices Branzy freeze up as well.
“Clown! Stop using your powers!” Branzy tells him. Fear immediately creeps out of him. “This is Vice Principal Clownpierce,” Branzy says. Wemmbu nods and quickly walks out.
Well, that could have gone worse; at least he knows Clown can induce fear. _Cool power._
Egg waits for him outside on his phone, and his headwings ruffle as he spots Wemmbu. “Yo, let’s go,” Egg says,
They walk to class; they basically have the same schedule, so that’s nice. Wemmbu raises a hand to itch the back of his neck, his long ass is currently tied up in a bun, and hidden under his hood. Egg notices, “Why are you hiding your hair?” Wemmbu gives him a deadpan expression, “Bro, I can’t just walk around like Rapunzel, bro. Besides, it’s greasy as hell.” Egg nods and halts as they reach their first class– History of Magic.
Their History teacher, Mr. Jaron, yaps about how we got our magic when their ancestors discovered how to harness powers from the crystals of the sacred grove- blah blah blah.
Wemmbu can’t help but notice a hierarchy around the school and asks Egg, “Yo, tell me about the system.”
Egg starts, “So basically, there’s this stupid app where people receive different ranks: there’s The Kings, The Swords, The Veils, and The Wisps.”
“There’s an app?” Wemmbu groans. “That’s stupid. What’s your rank?” he asks. “A Wisp.” Egg replies; Wemmbu chortles, “Bro is really dead last.”
“Bro! I wasn’t there for the Initiation!” Egg defends himself as they walk to their next class.
Someone suddenly bumps into Wemmbu. It’s some blond dude with long ass hair “Watch where you’re going, bro!” Wemmbu yells. Egg immediately shakes his head, his eyes wide. Wemmbu raises an eyebrow at him.
He flips around. “What did you just say?” Wemmbu takes a step forward, “I said watch where you’re going,” tilting his head.
He sees the punch come from a mile away. Wemmbu grabs the blonde’s hand and twists it. He groans and goes to headbutt him, but Wemmbu grabs the back of his head and slams his cheek against one of the lockers, gripping the guy’s hand at his back. People start looking at him and whispering,
‘No way, he just did that!’ ‘That’s Sharpness! Who’s the new kid?’ ‘Is he stupid? Sharp is gonna beat him up’
He lets go of the guy, and he backs away from the locker, smiling. The guy says, “I’m Sharpness, by the way.” Wemmbu stares. “I’m Wemmbu.”
Sharpness smirks, “You have a good grip. Care to join the Swords?” tilting forward. People’s whispers grow louder.
Wemmbu narrows his eyes, “I’m not interested in this goofy game y’all have going on, there’s no point in getting a rank. Labelling is limiting.”
“Let’s go, Egg.” He walks to his next class.
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Clown watches the interaction from the hallway, blended into the shadows.
The kid has potential.