Avalon High (BXB)

1: Medieval Dream

I'm at the beach, riding a white horse with my knights in shinning armor behind me, as I'm weilding the Excalibur, going up against Mordred and his army, as they're charging straight at us, as we make it into the water, and he and I are going one on one against each other, and I hold up Excalibur that's in my right hand, raising it high, as he blasts at me with his ancient staff that's in his right hand, and it the dream changes to wear I'm no longer on my horse, I'm just gone, and so is the Excalibur, and the horse just runs off, and I see that I'm laying I'm laying on the sand in my armor, unconcious, or maybe even dead, and I slowly wake up, and then wake up from the dream, gasping, and feel that I'm not on my bed anymore, and I sit up, both hands on the ground behind, as I groan. "Ow!" I exclaim to myself, and hear running, and see Mom holding a box with clothes in it in both hands. "Are you ok, Arthur? I heard a thump." She says, rubbing to me, and I look up at her, and sigh. "What are you doing on the floor?" She asks, and I put my right hand on my gray and black toned bed for support, and stand up. "I guess I fell out of bed." I say, and turn around, looking at it. "Oh, I remember you used to do that all the time when you were three." She says, as I run my left hand throw my hair, smiling at her, and put my hand down. "I bet when I was four, I wasn't dreaming about medieval combat." I say, and point my right index finger at her. "It's probably your and Dad's fault for having it glued to my brain. You even named me after King Arthur himself." I say, and put my hand down. "Well, I sure was at that age. And your Father and I had the opportunity to name you after him and we took it." She says, smiling. "What a surprise." I say, sarcastically, smiling. "Well, as long as you're up, you can unpack." She says. "Uh.. sure. Yeah." I say, nodding, and she turns around, walking out of my room, as I look around at all the boxes, and grab one near my new desk, and pick it up with both hands, and walk over to the wooden table in front my bed, and sit down, opening the box labeled, 'Arthur's Stuff', and see my scientific calculator and old notebooks and I pick up the Avalon High, my new school, Student handbook with my right hand and open it, skimming  through the pages that have small print, as usual, and pull out the Track and Field Tryouts flyer with my right hand. "What's the point?" I ask, and crumble it with both hands, and throw it on the ground, as it's in my left hand, and run my right hand through my hair again, and rest my palm on my chin, sighing. I walk into the main hall to see Dad, smiling at me, as he's holding a small blue book in his left hand, and a small black box filled with papers tucked under his right arm. "All unpacked, kiddo?" He asks. "Getting there." I say, and he walks past me. "Good." He says, and I pick up the box on the table to my left, heading for the kitchen. "I see King Arthur, who I'm named after, just to remind you all again, because I'll probably never live it down either in real life or my entire High School experience, and his Merry Men have once again taken over the house." I say, smiling, walking past Mom. "It was Robin Hood who had the Merry Men, darling." Mom says, as I sit the box down. "Arthur had the Knights of the Round Table." She says, as I grab a stack of books from the box with right hand. "You know thsg." She says, as I grab a few more with my left hand, putting them into my right. "Yeah, I do. How could I not know that when it's all you guys talk about. It's like you don't even need caffeine to function right, you have all the knowledge of medieval times to keep you up for days." I say, and grab more books with my left hand, placing them in my right. "We're professors of Medieval Literature, Arthur. It's our job." He says, as I grab more books, and give a small laugh. "I know, but you guys talk about King Arthur so much, I'm starting to dream about him." I say, walking to where all the other books are along the stone wall, and set them down, and turn back around. "And not like most homosexual guys who dream about Knights in shinning armor rescuing them from an evil dragon or a deranged cousin or half brother. Mine have dirt all over them and BO, Body Odor if you don't know what that is, and are missing like.. half their teeth." I say, slapping my arms to my sides. "You're actually quite accurate. During Arthurian times, dental hygiene was considered.." Dad says, as I notice he's holding a red book in his right hand, as I grab some books from another box with my right, and then my left. "Dad! Seriously! I know, ok?!" I exclaim, and turn back around to place the books next to the other one's. "Sorry. Sorry." He says, as I place the books down, and turn around, and a dusty book. "Gross." I say, picking it up with my right hand, and blow on it. "Here you go." Mom says. "Thank you." Dad says. "I don't know why you guys bother to unpack. We're just gonna move in six months, right?" I ask, grabbing more books with my right hand, and placing them in my left, and look at them, as I notice Dad is holding coffee in his right hand. "Which would be great. I mean, like you always say, who wants to live in one place their whole life?" I ask, and Mom smiles at me, and I notice she has coffee sitting in front of her, and her and Dad look at each other. "What?" I ask, and she smiles at me. "Well, irs not going to be six months this time." She says. "What, one week? Six?" I ask, turning back around to put the books down, and look back to them. "Maybe I should legally change my name to 'New Guy'." I say, smiling. "It's three years, Arthur." Dad says. "What?!" I exclaim, surprised. "We're going to be here for three years." Mom says, smiling. "This place is.. special. We were just offered contracts at the University." She says, and I walk forward. "So, we're staying?" I ask, hopeful. "Yes. Now, we know that three years is a long time.." Dad says, and I interrupt him. "Wait. I'm going to at Avalon High until I graduate." I say. "Yes." He says. "And I can try out for the Track team? And finish a season? And make actual friends?" I ask, as Mom smiles at me, holding her coffee in both hands. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I yell, excitedly, throwing my hands up in the air, and run over to Dad, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he has his right hand on my back. "My coffee, my coffee." He says, and I put my hands down, running over to Mom. "Oh, sorry." I say, and wrap my arms around her neck, as she wraps hers around my waist, and we release. "Thank you, thank you!" I exclaim, running to the bathroom. "Where are you going?" She asks. "Got to practice!" I exclaim.