Highstorm High

CHAPTER 7

KALADIN POV

Pulling on his blue blazer and tight khaki pantaloons, Kaladin looked himself over in the mirror. His hair was getting too attractively long, he would need a pony tail. Luckily he brought his favorite scrunchie, detailed with little maps as it was part of Pitbull's collection - he was Mr. Worldwide after all.

He glanced to the side where Adolin, his mean, annoyingly attractive roomie, was ruffling up his hair. Adolin caught him staring and turned to Kaladin.

"What's your first class, BRIDGEBOY." Adolin jeered.

Kaladin turned back to the mirror and fixed his tie, "Chem with Prof Navani."

"Ah yeah that's my aunt and dad's really close totally platonic best friend. She has been teaching chem ever since my Uncle Gavilar and our fallen hero died." Kaladin could swear he heard some tension in Adolin's words.

"Is she a hard teacher?"

"Her science experiments get pretty intense, but you can tell she has a passion for the subject." Adolin picked up his bookbag which he had. "I have chem first as well, unfortunately. Let's go Bridgeboy." Adolin said as he eyed Kaladin's satchel style backpack.

Kaladin picked up his bag, putting it fashionably around his shoulder like a messenger bag, and followed Adolin out the door.

When they got to Chem, they were immediately struck by the strange smell in the room. The smell of singed hair.

Navani Kholin was at the front of the lab, labcoat donned, hair pulled back in a tight bun, with safety goggles secure around her eyeballs. She looked at the two boys as they entered, sizing up their intelligence.

"You boys are 3.24 seconds late. Everyone else decided to be on time, so you losers have to sit at the front." Kaladin and Adolin sat down directly in front of Navani. "Alright, now that we are all settled, turn to the person next to you and say Bonsiour! To your lab partner for the year!"

Adolin turned to Kaladin with his mouth gaping, "You've got to be kidding me."

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The rest of the day flew by. Navani has given them research homework on how to raise the dead, particularly those with incinerated remains. After class, Kaladin could have sworn he saw her tearing up...

Economics was a blast! Prof Sebarial, who Kaladin suspected was actually Hollywood Icon Jack Black, seemed to not even have a plan for the school year. He dismissed class with no homework after watching Crash Course videos and a round of poker were Sebarial destroyed the students and won all their lunch money.

Gym, Kaladin's favorite class from the past, was actually not fun. Prof Sadeas made them call him General Sadeas and was a stupid, ugly meany. He had them play flag football fencing with pool noodles, which Kaladin loved, but the teams were sooooo unfair. General Sadeas put all the nerds, and for some reason, Super Mega Foxy Awesome Hot Kaladin on one team. Kaladin carried the team, but they just couldn't keep up. Then he made the losing team be the Waterboys for the Football Fencing Team this coming season. That was gonna suck.

Kaladin couldn't help but feel General Sadeas didn't like him for No StoRMinG REasOn. Maybe he was too good looking.

Then he had lunch: mozzarella sticks. He sat alone and wrote in his secret journal under the table.

His last class was Gov and Philosophy. Headmaster Dalinar actually taught this... it was informative, if not a little dry. Kal loved learning from Dalinar, but sometimes Dalinar forgot he was teaching and would just go on forever with some monologue.

Late at night, Kaladin tucked himself into bed, and just as he was closing is eyes that twat Adolin spoke up.

"Heard you are gonna make a good waterboy this season, maybe I should change your nickname, Bridgeboy. There goes your dreams of making the team" Kaladin could hear Adolin smirk.

"Just you wait." Kaladin could not feel the conviction of that statement. At least papa will be happy, he thought bitterly. He quietly cried himself to sleep in despair.