After a week of the students getting accommodated in Griffith Peak, classes commenced. Every student had a miniature mailbox in their dorm building, for formal mail or just notes from peers and/or teachers. It made students feel like they truly belonged.
They got their schedules in their mailboxes the day classes started, and luckily they started at 10:00 AM every day. It had clubs, like a normal school, and club activities could be done on the weekends or after school. Fernando couldn't lie that it was a nice school— if it wasn't for assassins.
Fernando was up by 8:30 AM and already eating breakfast in the cafeteria with Miri. Mason was still asleep, so he grabbed his schedule for him. But, there was something unusual with Mason's schedule. Well, he'd ask him about it when he woke up later.
Fernando looked over his schedule, it looked like the usual high school schedule— except for his weapon and defense basics and criminology class. He had the usual classes a ninth grader like him would have: Algebra 1, English 9, Biology, and Physical Education. So, he had 6 periods a day, that wasn't bad.
Miri sat beside Fernando, taking a bite out of her cereal as she too looked over her new schedule. Thankfully, uniforms weren't required. The two of them lounged comfortably in their warm pajamas, feeling much too lazy on the first day of school to actually make an effort of coming up with an outfit. Plus, it's not like they'd get in any trouble for it.
"What's your first period?" Miri inquired as she started to slurp on her cereal, she was eating Fruity Pebbles. Fernando looked up from his food, he was eating scrambled eggs and toast, "Oh, I've got Algebra."
"Huh. You're in ninth and taking algebra?" Miri raised her eyebrows and set her empty bowl down, wiping the excess milk off her lips with the sleeve of her sweater, "I'm in eighth, and I'm taking algebra."
"You're 14?" Fernando looked at Miri, shocked at how she looked older, "Wait, you're taking algebra? That's cool. You must be smart."Miri chuckled gently and nodded, "Sometimes. I can be smart when I want to." She leaned back in her chair, the sound of it scraping across the floor obnoxiously loud.
"Huh. That's still pretty cool though. I barely passed math in eighth grade." Fernando smiled gently, his curls falling over his face. They were messy, not caring to detangle them and style them this morning. He'd do it later, it was just 8:30 anyway. He was a procrastinator...
"Heh. Well, if you ever need help, you can always ask me. Unless you're foolish, then there's no helping you." Miri grinned slightly. Fernando just chewed on his food as he spoke to Miri, he wasn't one for manners, "Well, I'm not that dumb at least. I can be tutored. I'll take the offer. You want something in exchange?"
"Hm. You got any pot on ya?" Miri's light rosy lips twisted into a playful smirk, wanting to see how Fernando reacted. He finished chewing and nodded, looking up at Miri, "Yeah, why? You want some in return? I could do that..."
Miri smirked and gave an approving nod, "Good, I'll take that. We'll discuss the little details later." And just as she said that Mason approached the two just in time to hear what she said, "You guys dealing drugs or what? Sure sounds like it."
Mason let out a chuckle and sat beside Fernando, he too was in his pajamas. Seems like all three of them decided that it wasn't worth the effort to dress up. Fernando rolled his eyes, trying to seem annoyed but a small smile crept onto his face, "Yeah, totally, we're dealing drugs. Ooooh, we're such druggies." He sounded sarcastic, but he wasn't joking. Miri just smirked and rested her head on the table, looking up at the two.
"Oh, shut up. I'll be back, I'm hungry." Mason stood back up and headed towards the line for breakfast, grabbing a tray along the way. Fernando and Miri looked back at each other and just chuckled. Mason had toilet paper stuck on the bottom of his shoe.
Would they tell him? Hell no.
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Death is the Key To Power
Mystery / ThrillerAfter being sent to boarding school by his homophobic parents, Fernando Castillo doesn't expect to find a new home there. A better home. But, that home is corrupted with the blood of dozens, likely hundreds. Griffith Peak is not your ordinary board...