Wheels

Chapter III

"Uh um- yes. Yes I am Maeve." I answered. For whatever reason, this Carson kid seemed a bit threatening to me.

"Oh well Maeve, I am Carson. Has Owen mentioned me to you at all or...?"

"Well sorta. He just said that I had this class with you." I responded as I took out my Shakespeare book.

"Ah okay." He looked up as some kid made his way up to the board and started writing the Christmas countdown on the top right corner.

"So um, have you always been going to this school?" I questioned, beginning to record notes onto my notebook.

"Nah, I originally lived in Louisiana, and that was where I met all of my internet friends. Then this year we all decided to come up here and go to this school." he explained.

I nodded my head. "So I'm assuming that your internet friends are-"

"Link, Leo, Owen, and Bradley. Yes." He interrupted.

"Yeah, those people." I sat back in my seat as the teacher moved her chair over to her other desk and began to go on her imac. "So if you're from Louisiana, where's everyone else from?"

"Well, Owen is from California. Leo is from Alaska. Bradley is from Australia, and Link is from Canada." Carson explained.

"Why would Bradley and Link want to move to here though? Our president is an oompa loompa with a weave made out of horse hair." I mentioned.

"Yeah but, I think it really was just the point of us meeting each other I guess. Plus Maine seemed like a really good place to live." He explained. I nodded my head in response.

The class went by quickly. Basically the whole time he and I just talked and he kept poking my arm to get on my nerves.

The bell rang and we stood up. Carson seemed to be only 5'7, which was definitely short compared to the other guys. Eh he was still taller than me though.

Great so next period was algebra. Obviously my best subject (not) and this time I had it with Link. Except I also had it with Leo. Who will I sit with?

"Stop it! No! Stop!" I could hear a girl's voice shouting from down the hallway. I turned my head and saw a girl, most likely a senior, being held against a locker by some guy. I ran my way over to them and dropped my backpack on the ground and tried to weaken the guy's grip against her by pulling his arm back.

Suddenly I felt a strong hand grab onto my shoulder and gently pull me back. "I'll take care of this." I fell to the floor and watched as a guy jumped in and kicked the guy holding the girl against the locker.

"Get him Bradley!" I heard a familiar voice yell from a short distance away. I was still on the floor, and I watched as the guys fought each other. The one who's name was probably Bradley, the one who pulled me away, tackled the other guy. The girl ran up to me and helped me up, pulling me away from the fight going on.

"What class are you going to?" she asked me as we made our way through the large crowd of people watching everything going on.

"Algebra." I answered.

"Oh me too!" she squealed. She then tugged on my arm and pulled me behind her into a classroom that had barely any students in it.

"The name's Vanessa by the way." I took a seat next to her and we prepared for our "favorite" class of the day.

"Maeve." I responded.

"Hey I've heard about you." She stated.

"Oh how?" I questioned. These people keep hearing about me and I don't know how.