9th Generation; The Celestial Knight Part 1

Why Can't School Ever Be Normal

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I was greeted by familiar faces with unfamiliar looks. Looks of amusement, worry, puzzlement and concern. I figured as much from bringing my 'baby cousin' to school but it didn't help lessen the embarrassment.

It was a church school after all. They're known for being strict. My parents had decided to send me to one because it was supposedly one of the best secondary schools in the country (albeit a small country). Yeah maybe a year or two ago it held it's title but not anymore. Still bringing your baby cousin to one would probably get you sent home. Probably.

Yet I was still there, sitting in class surrounded by my classmates, some friends, and some not so friends. They shared one common goal however. They all wanted to see my 'baby cousin' who was cocooned by multiple layers of blankets. It was a boys only school but who knew boys would be so interested in seeing a baby. I guess it was just something out of the ordinary for them.

Of course having most of the lesson being free due to most of the teachers being sick wasn't much help. I would much rather have to explain to them why I had to bring my cousin to school than being nagged at by my classmates constantly. At least the baby was still asleep. The headmaster's office was right across the hallway. If it had to cry...well let's just say things wouldn't end well.

If I had to guess the reason for that was because it had been drinking my blood all night long while I was passed out on my bedroom floor until it finally had it's fill.

Needless to say I had woken up like a zombie. Let me tell you something, sleep from being knocked out is nothing like sleeping naturally. If anything it's dumb to call it sleep at all. I would have probably slept through the day if my stupid, supposedly high tech smartphone hadn't started to beep louder right around the time for me to get up.

The first thing I saw when I woke up was the face of the sleeping baby Hydroxylotl. It looked so cute in the light of the rising sun. Much unlike myself when I looked in the mirror. The blinking red spot on the displayed map had gotten closer. That was why it was beeping louder! It was at my school! As I showered I realised that my chest didn't feel like it was being crushed by an anvil anymore. The night before was a different story. It remained like that until I got to school. Just my luck. Not only did I have to be careful not to wake the baby Hydroxylotl but I also had to deal with an excruciating pain in my chest!

Luckily for me though, I could look for my first teammate without having to miss a day of school. If I missed anymore, I probably wouldn't be allowed to graduate. I was doing less and less of my homeworks, skipping most of the tedious and repetitive ones. There simply wasn't enough time. Yet again fate was somehow compensating for me. At least it felt like that. Each time I didn't do an assignment of a particular subject, let's say English. It's either that teacher wouldn't come to school due to unforeseen circumstances or some other teachers from lessons before it would be missing in action. Maybe it was all a coincidence. Or maybe it was some mysterious force of nature.

Three lessons had passed, all free, and yet I hadn't been able to locate my ally. I prayed it wasn't a close friend of mine. As much as I wanted company, wanted someone I could tell everything to, I couldn't bring myself to drag them into this eternal fight for survival. Still I was also hoping it wasn't one of the bullies either. I had no way of telling however. We weren't allowed our cell phones at school so I couldn't look at mine, at least not with all the prying eyes. It was hard enough hiding my watch from them daily.

There was someone else I despised more than bullies however. He was our new maths teacher. Mr Edwards. We don't call him by that name however. At least not behind his back. We call him PoPo a.k.a Police, because he seems to prefer taking the role of a civil servant rather than that of a teacher. And he unfortunately was not one of those teachers who were sick.