cake oneshots || book two

Everything I Didnt Say

Credit: aussierapwillneverdie

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"Here at Norwest Christian College we really believe that children are our future. Other schools may give up hope on your child, but we think each child has the potential to be great if they are properly nurtured. Your child is a seed just waiting to be watered by the watering can of knowledge. Only then can they bloom."

Watering can of knowledge? Surely, no one is dumb enough to buy into this shit.

Calum glances over at his mum and dad and sees that they're enraptured, completely caught up in the false hope this tour guide lady is peddling. Welp, apparently his parents are dumb enough.

He taps his foot impatiently and sighs, because this is the worst way he could possibly be spending his last free Saturday before his prison sentence commences. He's just turned 13 years old and the list of way more fun, way less boring things he could be doing right now is running through his head like words on a teleprompter. He could be playing some soccer with the neighborhood boys, or stretched out on the beach with Mali-Koa and her friends, or vegging out on the sofa watching Spongebob re-runs. But no. Instead he's here, with his parents, listening to some shrill-voiced crackpot talking about how he needs to be watered.

"That's it for the tour!" the crackpot says enthusiastically, clapping her hands together. Calum wants to murder her. "You'll see that there are a bunch of tables scattered all over the gym here. Each table is for a different one of the school's clubs and after-school activities, so we suggest you check them out. Clubs are a great way to make friends! So please have a look around," she says, finishing her spiel with a chirpy smile. Calum wants to murder her, use voodoo magic to bring her back to life, and then murder her again.

As the small group that had been listening to the lady yammer on disperses, Calum looks around for any sign of Michael. He and Michael have been friends for the past few years, ever since they met in Year 4 and bonded over the fact that their maths teacher Mr. Collins was a total bitch. Calum is happy that Michael's parents are having him continue his schooling at Norwest and didn't decide to have him transfer schools or something. This way they'll be together for the next six years.

"Go."

Calum looks over to see his parents smiling at him. "Go find Michael," his mum says. "We know that's what you've been dying to do."

His dad adds, "We're going to ask the administrator some more questions concerning the curriculum. Run along now."

Freedom! Finally!

Calum wastes absolutely no time, and dashes off to go find Michael. The gym is pretty big, and filled with people who are taller than him, so it may prove to be a challenge. He looks around for a few minutes but has no luck finding his friend.

Passing by the tables, he spots one labeled 'ANIME CLUB' and approaches it. There are two older students sitting there chatting with each other, and they look non-threatening enough, so Calum interrupts them.

"Excuse me, have you talked to a boy recently who is about yea high," he says, putting his hand in the air slightly above his own head, "and has an amazing blond fringe and is also very sarcastic?"

The girl who's seated there laughs and says a boy fitting that description had been talking to them a few minutes prior, and that she will never forget him because he apparently told her that her Vegeta t-shirt is "crap" and that she is "a traitor to Goku." Yep, that's Michael for sure. His die-hard love of Dragon Ball Z transcends all sorts of social etiquette.