Descendants (Slow Updates)

Chapter 11

Seto's POV

I sat quietly in class I listen to the teacher tell the same story for the 28th time.

I slightly yawned as I sat upright in my seat. I grabbed my pencil and started to write a few notes on what should I do to get to meet the new kids. I know they came from evil parents but I don't want them to feel left out.

I was lost in thought that I didn't notice that I was writing one of the kid's names. I blushed lightly as I noticed that it was the name of Herobrine's son. 

I quickly erased it when I heard Jerome sit by me. I looked up at him and hugged him. He pat my head and hugged back. 

"Why were you late?" I asked him.

He lightly sighed and pulled away from the hug.

"One of the new kids got lost again and I had to help him before he went into the wrong class," he answered low enough for no one to hear.

I nodded lightly and slightly thought.

"Do you think we can be friends with them?" I asked more quietly.

He kissed me head and shrugged.

I gently smiled and went back to listening to the teacher.

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Sky's POV

I was randomly drawing in class. I was too lazy to listen to the so-called uncle.

I was too distracted until a book hit the top of my head, making me face plant the desk.

I heard Mitch snicker as I looked up. Notch was towering over me as he held a large book called, The Rulebook.

"Please don't tell me to read all of that,"I hissed/murmured.

He shook his head.

"No. I just wanted to give you a small push so you can start listening," he answered with a light smile.

I sighed and put my journal away. I looked at Notch and let my hand rest on my hand.

Notch smiled and pointed to multiple choices.

"Which one of these should you never do to someone who needs help?" he asked.

I sighed.

"The last, push them off a cliff," I answered bored.

That must have shocked everyone because they all looked at me with wide eyes. I looked at them confused.

"What?" I asked

"You answered correctly or in a better way, you answered better than when I asked your fathers," he answered a little impressed.

I sighed and shrugged.

"It doesn't matter," I answered slowly before falling asleep.