Adopted By the Yogscast: A Parody

Chapter 8 - School

I ran down the street like an elephant in school uniform, determined not to be late. First day of school, how exciting! I had never been to school before, for my previous guardians had deemed it to be a place where "mere commoners" go to be educated. I was to attend the local secondary school just down the road which was pretty near, less than five minutes away. 

Ah, the privilege of having mandatory education.

Ah, sleeping in class and complaining about teachers.

Ah, getting stressed from upcoming tests and homework.

Ah.

Not that I would know since I have never attended school, but that's pretty much how books depict it, isn't it?

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After going through a bunch of name checking and incredulous "Your name is actually Jamie Blobface?!"s from the staff, and realising that British schools were comprised entirely of doors and corridors, I finally found my classroom. 

I rested my hand on the doorknob and stepped in.

First period had yet to start, but the classroom was full of screaming, shouting, running around and general havoc, kinda like thirty people high on skittles. Fun fact, sour skittles are great, but shit when compared to kinder. mmm yeah kinder yum yum 

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As it turned out, most of my classmates were pretty decent people, despite all being really stupid. The day was mostly spent doing admin, introductions and sitting around, so I pulled out my magical notebook from my pocket, and started drawing out some staves. By the end of the day, I had practically finished writing out an entire song by just randomly mashing notes together in C sharp major because that key has seven sharps and it made me look clever.

Other than that, I had also made a new friend, Eloins Lox. Mostly because the moment I heard that name in the register, I knew I had to get to know her better. I mean, what kind of rubbish name was that? Turns out, it was pronounced ee-loo-ins, which sounded pretty cool. There is no way you can deny that.

We spent most of the free time sitting together awkwardly, since we most coincidentally had seats right next to each other. Well, until she suddenly burst out laughing at some other guys' antics, and we started howling with laughter together. By the time the bell rang, she was singing The Circle of Life loudly in a corner of the classroom.

I expected introductions to be quite a problem, seeing as I am mute. But people were somehow pretty chill with it, so there was not much problem there. I mean, it's not like teenagers like to pick on people with disabilities, right? Since everyone is obviously very empathetic, gracious and considerate. Obviously. Pfft.

Lewis ended up picking me up from school in his car (which smelled like roses today) and the car ride home somehow ended up being an extremely enthusiastically detailed explanation of some chemical named Dickite, which was Al2Si2O5(OH)4, which ended up with me zoning out halfway through.

I ended up being dropped off at Martyn's house, since Lewis had a meeting or something with some guy and was busy, an alternative reason being that the writer was just too lazy to spend two chapters on explaining why I was going to be at Martyn's house, since this will obviously somehow progress the plot.

I knocked on the door, and almost immediately, the door sprang to life and swang away from my fist, which was about to attempt to break the door down once more. Sparkles* face popped out from round the corner, and he narrowed his eyes at me playfully, before attempting to bang the door shut.

Before the door could fully close on me, I somehow managed to slip through the space-time continuum into the house, slipping my sneakers off onto the carpet. "Whaa-" Sparkles* looked at me. "You never told me you were a ghost! How did you-"

I simply raised my eyebrow and winked. Secrets of trade are not to be revealed. I flopped onto the couch, sneakers and all, and pulled my notebook out of... Well, somewhere, and plonked myself down at the electronic keyboard. Sparkles* sat down at my side and glanced at the notebook, open to the page of the freshly composed song, obviously itching to try out and potentially embarrass me by playing it.

"May I?"

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Chapter 8 - Mysteries Galore
Written from 29/12/16 - 7/5/17
(A/N will be in comments from now on, so check them out!)