Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

Take Off

Lyla Mitchell's POV

"Ancient Greece was the beginning of western civilization. See, in Greece, they didn't have professional sports... or wheaties boxes." Miss Mackay said. We were outside, sitting on the grass as our first official class began. It was interesting to here about all the different things that happened in our world, and miss Mackay was an excellent teacher.

I was sitting on the grass, my head gently leaning on Adam's legs as he sat on a log beside Kenny. I felt the cool breeze flow through my hair, and I closed my eyes as miss Mackay continued.

"So the athletes competed for another reason. Anybody?" She asked, I already knew the answer to her question, but I was too tired to raise my hand. Goldberg spoke up as the ducks were deep in thought.

"Falafels?" He said jokingly as everyone laughed at his answer. I laughed to as I glanced around, and saw Charlie raising his hand. I immediately tried to raise mine higher, making him notice and him shaking his hand rapidly as we glared at each other. Unfortunately, miss Mackay called on Charlie as i groaned in defeat. He stuck his tongue out at me before speaking.

"Pride." He said in a victorious tone. I rolled my eyes as miss Mackay continued.

"That's right. The various city-states waved their flags, and wore their home Colours proudly." She said as she looked around at the fascinated kids in front of her. Adam was playing with my hair as Fulton spoke up beside me.

"Did America always dominate?" He asked, as everybody chuckled at his words. I felt bad for the enforcer and put my hand on his shoulder, sympathetically, as he smiled embarrassingly at the ground.

"Maybe leave the questions to miss Mackay." I suggested as he nodded. I laughed and turned my attention back to the tutor. My laugh seemed to cheer him up a bit as he also turned his gaze to the teacher as well.

"No, America wasn't always around back then. It's okay. Don't forget that compared to other countries, America is still young. Still forming its own identity." She explained as we dare look away from her soft gaze. "America is a teenager, just like you."

"Like us?"

"You bet. A little awkward at times, but always right there on the verge of greatness."

——*•+..+•*——

As part of one of our practices, the team skated after coach Bombay, who drove in a golf cart in-front of us as our roller skates glided smoothly on the paved pathway. Coach Bombay chanted as we followed his lead.

"I don't know what I've been told"
"I don't know what I've been told"

"Team USA's gonna win the gold"
"Team USA's gonna win the gold"

"Listen up and listen good"
"Listen up and listen good"

"We're all headed for Hollywood"
"We're all headed for Hollywood"

"Sound off"

"One, too"

"Sound off"

"Three, four"

"Bring 'em on down"

"One, two, three, four"

As I was skating and chanting with the group, which was sort of embarrassing because we took up majority of the sidewalk and people gave us confused glances, someone suddenly pushed me, making me fall forward.

Thankfully, Dwayne was there to catch me as i steadied my ground.

"Woah there, little lady, don't fall over." He joked in his southern accent, grabbing my hands to help steady me too. I gratefully thanked him as he skated back ahead of me, and I could hear the sinister laugh coming from none other than, Charlie.