Puppet

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Headmaster Vaughn was just as intimidating as he seemed in his description files. Smiling on the outside, but his arms crossed with a sense of authority that could only come from someone that had backings. 

The man greeted Arlo into his office, and Arlo then pulled up a chair and sat in front of the headmaster's desk. The man cleared his throat before smiling at Arlo with a cold and piercing look.

"Welcome Arlo, to Wellston. Here are your classes for the week. They're going to be the same for the semester. "

Headmaster Vaughn pulled out a few papers and handed them to Arlo, just to get him started in his classes.

"Now, I've reviewed your past transcripts from your middle schools. You had already started several high school level classes then, such as physics and precalculus, so we've given you credit for those. Now, for clarification, you've been homeschooled for your first three years of high school?"

Arlo nodded. It was true that he hadn't gone to a traditional high school ever since he had turned 14. Rather, he had attended private academies that hadn't counted as a high school, but rather an extracurricular outside of school.

Also, of course, he left out his "internship" with the authorities.

"Well, that is fine. We've gotten records from several mathematical and science institutions you took extra classes in, which we can count towards your credits... is this what you want to pursue in college?"

Arlo nodded again, although it did strike up a slight question in his own head. If he didn't work with the authorities for the rest of his career, what would he do?

He had only realized then that he had never thought of such a future.

"I suppose that is it for you then. You also have the capabilities to become king, with your ability. 6.6, Barrier. I'll leave you to decide that, though."

Arlo nodded for the third time, picked up his papers, and turned to leave. 

"Oh, and Arlo?"

Arlo froze while reaching for the handle, and turned around with the most innocent and confused face he could bear.

"Welcome to Wellston."

He had missed his first class, but the second one was calculus, on the second floor, room 2345. Arlo vaguely remembered passing by such a classroom on his trek to the principal's office and headed toward its general direction. 

On his way to his class, however, he could feel a few too many eyes on him. Arlo suppressed a sigh. The only way he was already this well known was because news of him and Elaine had spread throughout the school.

Right then, a hand gripped his shoulder and tugged, trying to make him turn around. Arlo merely kept walking, ignoring the person tapping at him.

"Hey. Hey!"

Arlo walked a little faster. He also knew he was on the taller side of the spectrum, and with his relatively long legs, the person behind him had to run to catch up.

"Hey! I'm fucking calling you!"

Arlo could sense an aura pulse behind him, indicating whoever this guy was had activated their ability. Arlo didn't want to make a scene. With his own experiences, he couldn't come off as too deranged, trying to beat everyone up, if he wanted to converse with elite tiers or those much weaker than him comfortably. However, he also had to keep himself rooted in his status, or other, more unwanted people would try to get close to him.