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S.I.N. : Origins Chapter 1 Part 4

Chapter 1: Part 4

"Am I late?" All eyes were on Miles as he glanced over to the teacher's empty desk.

Strike one.

'Thank goodness' He mumbled, slinging his bag from his shoulders. His bag landed with a thump as he dragged it through the array of perfectly aligned desks. Mr. Chitel's room never failed to exemplify the clean-cut corners, newly mopped floor, and organization of, well, everything in the room. In short terms, he was a clean freak, and it only sharpened the contrast of the sloppiness of the students- or one in particular that is.

Hunter had, unfortunately, already arrived.

"H-Hey! Miles, over here!" Peering over several heads Miles managed to make out Naomi's hand waving amidst unfamiliar faces. To himself, Miles silently hoped Hunter wouldn't mention anything during class about his latest prank- or at least while Naomi was near. Making his way over to his desk, Miles plopped his bag underneath and sank into his chair, next to Naomi. "Mornin' Naomi."

"Morning! Did you see the announcement board this morning? Probably not, since you were almost late, but..." Naomi continued on excitedly, on the edge of her seat, about some substitute as he watched Hunter nervously out of the corner of his eye. As some kid short on time ran in and sat behind him, Naomi paused, fidgeting in her seat. Shoot, I wasn't paying attention again. Plopping a hopefully encouraging smile, Miles murmured some illiterate sound.

Strike Two.

"You really think so? Your the best!" Grinning like she won the lottery, Naomi promptly continued filling out some form, while Miles let out a loud breath of relief. I got out of that one too easily.

"Have some, ah, locker problems, Miles?" And I spoke too soon. Ignoring the jeer, Miles busied himself with his bag, avoiding Naomi's piercing glare- which was difficult since her desk was right next to his. They'd been friends since grade school, and he knew that look anywhere- he was in for it later. That's what I get for lying to her, he thought. I should've known Hunter wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut- his ego's too big for that. Miles winced as Naomi moved in for the lecture, but all he heard were the harsh screeching of wax-on-rubber.

Strike Three. You've lucked out, kid. Roy thought, as he kicked his bag beneath his desk, observing the scene amusingly.

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