Highstorm High

CHAPTER 3

ADOLIN POV

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Come in, son."

Adolin closed the door to his dad's office with a click. "Dad, can you not call me son when we are at school?" Adolin had reminded his father, the Headmaster at Highstorm High, Dalinar Kholin, or as the rest of the school called him, the Blackthorn, not to call him son everyday this summer.

"So why did you wanna see me?" Adolin inquired, exasperated. His father probably wanted him to join another stupid activity, like chemistry club, to keep up the public image. I mean, image is everything, amiright?

"Son," Dalinar started. Adolin groaned inwardly, "There is a new student at High Storm High, a junior. I want you to take this boy under your wing and guide him through these hallowed halls that you already know the layout of this  school as you live here, full time, and you are my son." Dalinar faced out toward the window as he spoke. Adolin could not see his father's eyes, but he knew what they held. Promises for the future and... Dalinar turned, tears? His dad was so emotional these days... probably because of the emotional baggage the death of Usher brought.

Adolin felt his own eyes prick with tears at the thought of Usher, the Fallen Hero. But he had to be strong. For Usher.

Collecting himself, Adolin said, "Fine."

Dalinar wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. "Good, his name is Kaladin and he is joining our Gifted Student Program for The Poor and Unfortunate, Miserable, Wretched, but Hot Students."

Awesome, Adolin thought, another loser he was to worry about.

Adolin picked up his bookbag which he had, and started out of his papa's office.

"Oh, and by the way, Kaladin will be your new roommate."

Adolin slammed the door, remembering he left out his diary, and rushed to his room before Kaladin would see it.