#Schooled

Chapter 2

Jack was completely confused and absolutely horrified. After Romara, he had to go to art class (it was awful, the room smelled like paint, and just the feeling he got from knowing he was in an art room was pitiful), and after that, he had a class called humanities. Later, he learned that 'humanities' was just a fancy name for reading and language arts. Basically, each class was an hour long, but taught by the same teacher, so it was two hours in the same room. Absolute torture.

The whole time, he just stared out the window, ignoring the teacher, Mr. Fingers or whatever his name was. Occasionally, this one kid would give him a glare, but Jack wasn't sure why. Maybe it would be best just to ignore him for now.

After art and humanities, lunch period. 

He had no idea where the cafeteria was, but the crowd of kids in the hallway moved like a wave that sort of pushed him along in the right direction. Everyone was in each other's space, bumping into on another, the hall an endless echo of people. Every time someone accidentally jostled him, Jack had to force himself not to smile or cheer; he was real. People could see him! Say his name, talk to him, ask questions, everything.

The cafeteria was a large room that was filled with tables, a long line of kids getting served some kind of sludge, and posters that covered the wall saying things like, Go Burgess Warriors!; Warriors stand together!; and Burgess Public Highschool: Take care of yourselves, take care of each other, and take care of our school. The room was filled with the school's colors, too, purple and blue. It was kind of disgusting.

"Frost, over here!"

Jack turned and saw Hiccup seated at a round table with a group of other students, waving his arm like a tree caught in a blizzard. He made his way over to them.

"Hey." Jack said.

"Alright, guys, this is Jack Frost. And Jack, this is Merida, Anna and Elsa -- they're sisters, practically conjoined at the hip -- Kristoff, Rapunzel, and Eugene. We're all great friends and- "

"You talk too much." Merida said grumpily.

"Don't mind her," said Elsa, her long blonde hair falling in a shimmery waterfall down her back, "she's in a bad mood because of Hans. Here, have a seat."

Jack took the seat next to her and raised an eyebrow. "Hans?"

"Uh-oh," whispered Eugene, "here it comes... "

"That complete fool over there in the varsity jacket. He's convinced he's all that because he's on the football team and he's dating Anna. He literally makes me what to- argh!" The redhead slammed the flat of her hands against the table, causing it to shake. Jack was impressed with her strength.

"He's not so bad." Anna said in a small voice, then added more confidently, "He's really sweet and he runs my lines with me every day after school -- I'm in drama."

"I'm pretty sure he's out to get your sister." Kristoff said. Anna glared at him.

Jack could understand why dating a girl like Anna would make you cool. Her hair was like a coppery brown waterfall and the blonde streak that so many other girls had to dye into theirs came naturally. And with her wide eyes and designer clothes... Well, she looked like Elsa; cool, respectable, hot and smart at the same time. Except Elsa had something Anna didn't, a sense of maturity.

"I'm gonna go get in line." Eugene announced. "Wanna come with, Punz?" 

The girl with the bright green eyes and ling blonde hair was staring at Jack. "No, I'm good. Home lunch today."

Eugene, looking defeated, went and stood in line with Merida instead.

Hiccup leaned forward. "You're new, so why don't we tell you about this place?"