Highstorm High

CHAPTER 5

ADOLIN POV

The stupid bridgeboy who tripped over a toy bridge was rubbing his muscular tanned forearm. He must have hit it on the way down to the dirt ground that was our dormatry floor.

The bridgeboy must have noticed Adolin's appraising stare because he returned it with a questioning glance. "Not bad." Adolin murmured to himself.

"What's not bad?" Kaladin inquired from the ground as he had tripped over another toy bridge.

"Your physique is good, but you could stand to gain a few pounds in MUSCLE, maybe use some deodorant, too. I assume you came to Highstorm High to join our elite Football Fencing Squad, but I have to crush your dreams there. The team's full. Not that you would make it past cuts anyway." Adolin puffed out his chest like the peacock he was.

"I'm sure you would know alllll about Football Fencing, Mr gucci fannypack." Kaladin sneered.

Adolin scoffed, "First, it's called fashion sweetie, look it up, that is if you know how to read. Second, I'm the Captain so you can kiss your dreams goodbye."

Kaladin reddened. "It's not like I would want to be on the team anyway since it's captain has a secret diary."

Adolin did a double take, whipping his perfectly groomed blonde main through the stale air of the school hallway. "You wouldn't."

"I would."

Adolin stared down at Kaladin. Kaladin wasn't necessarily short, he had yet again fallen on a toy bridge. The people of Highstorm High really enjoyed train related holidays. The boys locked eyes, eyes narrowing.

It was then that a spring like sound echoed through the cavernous hallway, for the ceiling was covered in stalagmites. The lights flickered as the sound grew closer. The walls oozed green slime, but that was no surprise as the walls always did that.

Kaladin and Adolin both took up fighting stances as a distorted shadow leaped from the corner at the far end of the hallway.

Adolin pulled out his trusty sword and stabbed the shadow, "Ahhhh!" He cried in battle!

Kaladin began to congratulate Adolin for defeating the shadow when suddenly a tightly dressed man jumped from the darkness.

The man, who seemed ageless, was clad in black leather from head to toe. It was Wit.

"Wit, ya gave me a scare back there. Adolin breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Kaladin who was still in fighting stance, his arms ready to karate chop. A look of confusion plastered the Bridge Boys face.

"Kaladin, this is Wit. He's in charge of um, uh-- well he... wait, what do you do Wit?" Adolin stammered.

"The past will soon be revealed to the present. Only the future can tell. Well, tootaloo you two." Wit got off his pogo stick and chucked out the window, shattering the glass. Adolin covered his eyes, but did not miss Wit say, "Oops! My pogo stick!" As the strange man threw himself out the window after his beloved springy mode of transportation.

"What in Stormfathers holy name was that..." Kaladin gasped.

Adolin had no real answer, so he shrugged, "He's been here as long as I can remember... he might be the school counselor, maybe, but he might be a senior... like fifth year standing." Adolin gave up explaining Wit.

The two boys continued down the hall, a little more cut up after the whole shattering glass window incident, and found themselves in front of the Office.

"Well," Adolin said, "That's pretty much it."

Kaladin grunted like an ape.

The door to the office swung open, hitting bridgeboy to the ground yet again. A figure illuminated in the flourescent light of the office emerged.

"Zooweemama," Adolin said breathless.