Meraki [Scarian Collage AU]

Chapter 6

The sound of his alarm clock woke Scar up. He didn't bother to turn it off, he just laid in his bed getting emotionally prepared for the day ahead of him. A sense of deja vu washed over him as his alarm clock turned off and instead his head was filled with the sounds of birds chirping, silent music from downstairs. 

There was a knock on his door. "Come in." The door opened up. "Hey, sweetie. If you hurry up I can take you to school, if you want." Scar rubbed his eyes and nodded. "That would be nice. When are you leaving?" Scar's pa looked at the watch on his wrist. "In about 10 minutes." Scar hummed and his pa left. 

He got out of bed and began searching for clothes. He picked up yet another grandpa sweater and some loose jeans. He put them on and made his way downstairs, the still unpacked boxes blocked his way. Scar moved them from his way. "Those boxes are a real hazard." He said while coming into the kitchen where his dads were. "Good morning, kid! Would you like some eggs? They're full of vitamins!" 

"Not hungry, sorry, dad." Scar's dad waved his hand, with other flipping the eggs. "It's okay! Don't worry about it, kiddo. Oh, and yesterday you accidentally left your phone downstairs, so I charged it. It's in the living room, next to the TV." Scar walked up to his dad and hugged him. "Thanks!" With that, he walked off to get his phone. 

"Scar?" He put the phone in his pocket. "Yeah?" Scar peaked his head through the corridor, where the noise was coming from. "I'm leaving, I'll go and warm up the car." The front door closed and Scar walked over to the foyer. He put on his long coat and white sneakers. "Bye! Love you, dad!" Scar opened up the front door and noticed the sky getting darker. "Bye, kiddo! Love ya!" 

Scar closed the door behind him and ran to the car that was already waiting for him. He got in, and the strong smell of men's cologne filled his nose. He hated the smell but said nothing. "You can open up the window, you know?" Scar nodded and opened up the window a bit. 

The smell wasn't so strong and his mind could focus on something else. The catchy pop song coming from the radio pulled him into the world of bright colors and big friend groups, where no one is left out. 

He didn't even notice when the class started and everyone got into the classroom. Scar walked in the last, not wanting to be an inconvenience by taking someone's seat. The last seat left was in the very front. Scar cursed in his mind and sat down, pulling out his math book and notebook. He absolutely hated maths; there was no place for creativity, which was very much against his nature. But one thing kept him sane in these classes - numbers. Scar liked numbers, not particularly doing anything with them, but just the numbers themselves. 

The math class wasn't so bad sometimes. Like when he understood something and could do it with no effort, the answer just clicked in his mind. "Scar?" He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. "Sorry. Yeah?" The teacher looked at him worried. "Everyone is already doing their tasks. Do you need any help?" Scar looked around. "Uh, no. No, thanks." The teacher took of their hand from his shoulder. "Page 56, exercises from 149 to 157." Scar opened up his book, and notebook and took about his pen.

The bell rang and everyone stood up to go only leaving Scar still focused on his task. "Scar, the lesson is over." Scar didn't look up and continued working. "I want to finish this. It won't take long." He was right, it didn't take long. After 2 minutes his work was on the teacher's table. "What is this?" The teacher took Scar's notebook. "Could you check it?" The math teacher sat down. "Sure. Just wait a second." 

"Everything looks great. Just you forgot to convert these two." The teacher handed Scar's notebook back to him. "Now go. You'll have another class soon." Scar put the notebook in his backpack and left. 

The next lesson he will have is English, so he started walking towards the English classrooms. "Scar?" he turned to look who called him. "Hello, Pearl." Pearl walked closer to him. "Hi! What lesson do you have now?" Scar smiled. "English. And you?" 

"Biology so... Maybe you want to eat lunch together with the group later?" Scar nodded. "I would like that. If the others don't mind!" Pearl fixed the slipping backpack. "I wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't sure. And if any of them are being dicks, just come to me. Got to go. Bye!" Scar followed Pearl with his eyes. "Goodbye." 

"Grian! You can't do that. Someone could've got hurt!" Grian spun around in the teacher's chair. "I know, but I needed to calm down." Xisuma looked at him disappointed. "And almost burning the entire school down helped?" Grian picked up a random pen he found on the teacher's desk. "Well, no..." Xisuma sighed. "You know that I have to report this to the principal." Grian looked at him scared. "No! Please don't!" 

"You can't keep using arson as a coping mechanism, Grian. It isn't healthy... Find something something that makes you happy without making everyone else scared and stressed." Grian turned away from his teacher. "You know what Iskall used to do when they felt sad? They used to write stories. Beautiful stories with a lot of happiness and love. You should try it." 

Grian remembered all the times when he caught Iskall writing something in their notebook. All those summers spent in the tree house joking around till the sun began to rise. Just him, Mumbo and Iskall. Just the architechs planning out their next sales. Just them three going for long rides into the forest, finding their Sachara's base and the lake... His mind began to wonder about the memories of his best friend.

Tears threatened to spill out but just like always Grian bottled up his feelings. "The lesson will start soon. You should probably go to your seat." He stood up and went to sit down in his seat as the classroom flooded with people. 

The lesson was going just like always, but Grian's mind wouldn't let go of the fact that Iskall wasn't here and will never be back. The knock on the door brought him back down to earth and the principal stepped into the classroom. Everyone stood up including Grian. "Sorry to interrupt." The principal turned to look at the students. "Sit down." He looked through the class when his eyes finally saw Grian. "Mr. Furoe, please come with me. Take your stuff with you as well." 

Grian packed up his stuff and followed the principal out of the classroom. They reached the principal's office and went in. "Please, take a seat." Grian sat down. "Now, mister, care to explain what were you doing in the bathroom just a minute before the fire started in there?" Grian looked down at his hands. "I will be calling your parents to pick you up. You are suspended for 2 weeks. All the information will be sent to you via e-mail. Go and wait in the foyer." Grian stood up and picked up his backpack. Before leaving the principal called out for him. "Mr. Furoe, I am very disappointed. I don't like to compare children, but you should definitely act more like your sister. That's it." Grian nodded and left the principal's office.

"What the hell, Grian? A fire? Do you know how many people would've gotten hurt?! Don't even get me started on the bill!" Grian sat in the car with his beyond-angry mom. "Sorry." Grian looked down at his hands and started to pick his skin. Clara took a deep breath to calm down. "Why did you even do it?" Grian just shrugged. "I don't know." None of them knew what to say." This isn't okay, Grian. It's the fourth time you almost caused some serious damage with fire. I have to punish you." Grian looked out the window not caring what his mom was talking about. "You are under house arrest. And no friends coming over, that includes your siblings." 

"Fine..." His mom took his one hand away from the other. "Don't do that." Grian pulled his hand out from his mother's grasp. "No need to treat me like a child. I'm not your little baby anymore." Clara gripped the wheel tighter. "I know. I just don't want you getting hurt, Grian." He just rolled his eyes. "Whatever..." 

When Grian left the class with the principal the class began to bustle. "Everyone, calm down." The class immediately went silent. "Thank you. Can we go back to learning?" Everyone nodded. "Good." Scar wondered where is Grian because he wasn't in the next class or the one after that. 

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Hi! I don't know what to write here so... BYe!

-Ollie :]