Humans VS Numberblocks: Contest! [On Hiatus]

Chapter 2.5: Meeting the Numberblocks Pt.2

The teachers welcomed everyone in. "Welcome, come in! There's plenty of room for all of you. I'm Seventy, the art teacher." Seventy, just like Seven, was dressed in a rainbow colour palette and was wearing an apron.

"I'm Forty, the Geography teacher." Fourty smiled he had nice, straight hair and was wearing a green turtleneck.

One of the students rushed over, looking very excited. She had half purple, half white hair. Her uniform was very messy but her hair was perfectly cut, like a square. "HIIMSIXTEENSONICETOMEETYOUDOYOULIKEJOKESCOSIVEGOTONERIGHTNOWWHATDID-"

"Heyy, slow down there, Sixteen." Two calmed her down.

"Oh, sorry, right." She snorted. "I'm Sixteen and I'm the party rep! I'm designing the banner for the welcome party today! You all are coming, right? If you are- which you should, be at the hall at six! Hey Seventeen, the American kids are here!"

A boy who had half white, half rainbow hair, looked up. He had an apron over his uniform, which was completely covered in paint. He seemed to be painting or sketching something. Seventeen smiled and waved and quickly got back to what he was doing. Or at least, he tried to, before Sixteen dragged him over.

"Oh, and this is Seventeen! Our art rep! He's super good at painting!" Sixteen exclaimed.

Hiya, nice to meet you all." Seventeen smiled, hiding the fact that he was annoyed by the disturbance.

"Seventeen, Sixteen, meet Jefferson High's party and art rep." One scanned her clipboard. "Erm... Jonathan Soto, art rep, and James Nielson, the party rep."

John wasn't surprised that James was the party rep. He was always hosting parties every weekend. He never went to any of them, not like he was invited anyway.

He shook hands with Seventeen. "Is any of the art out in the hall yours?" John asked.

"Yeah, most of it. Anything painted seventeen times is mine."

One rushed everyone out of the art corridor, realising she didn't have much time. She took everyone to the race track, which was right behind the art corridor. The track had ten lanes that were two hundred metres and bleachers on the side. A boy was stretching on the 8th lane. He has half-white and half-magenta hair that is spiky and straight at the same time. He wasn't wearing the school uniform, instead magenta shorts and trainers. He had a dark purple fleece around his waist, a white and magenta t-shirt, and a watch (the same one that Twelve had).

One and Two ran over to him. "Everyone, meet Eighteen! He's our Track rep! Or Running rep. Or racing rep, whatever, I couldn't decide on one."

Eighteen turned around, not expecting an audience but still enthusiastic about meeting his competition. He looked everyone up and down. "These are the guys I'm racing competing against? Geez, this'll be easy."

Ten lightly punched Eighteen in the arm. "Do you want your detention to be longer?"

Eighteen swallowed. "No miss, sorry." He said in a half-sarcastic tone.

"He's like, SUPER fast!" One exclaimed. "C'mon Eighteen, show 'em whatcha got!"

Eighteen nodded and ran over to the starting line. He bent over to a crouch start, and shouted, "SIX RA-"

"I don't think that will work right now." Two whispered in Eighteen's ear.

"I know, but I just like saying it. SIX RAYS AND AWAY!" And just like that, he sped off. He ran ten laps in under fifteen seconds (That's 133.3 (recurring number) metres per second if you're wondering), shocking every Jefferson High pupil. He arrived back at the starting line. "I can go faster if you like."