Quantum: Legacy

Chapter 7 }~{ Start of the Start

From students, to teachers, to other staff members, no one was thrilled to be at school. All except Quinn who stood by Sam and Riley's side. When it came to the world, she was euphoric. Sam's concern for the teen was obvious by the sweat stains on his shirt. Riley was seen crossing her fingers, most likely hoping that the school hadn't caught on to the Alexander house hold school recorders. 

Quinn had originally been disappointed that she had to talk to the Principle before starting classes, but once in the school, signs of disappointment were clear. Not even the poorly washed away spray paintings of the communist symbols, anarchy symbols, or "Anarcy", not Anarchy, on the school building. 

Despite the condition of the school, no ones options of what would happen next changed. 

Finally the Principle showed his face, comically her first thoughts were, he looks like that Mr. Potato Head meme Riley showed me. 

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Alexander, your child will love our school," Mr. Potato Head shook both the Alexanders hands, then he looked at Quinn, he stopped for a moment, confusion overtook him, he said nothing, nor would he get an answer to his unspoken question. Later he gave many fliers to the Alexanders. 

"Miss Liu will show your child around the school," Mr. Potato Head said then frowned like she wasn't there. He then pointed at a kid and Quinn was in awe with the sparkly winged eyeliner, the fluffiest hair seen to man, and the brightest neon green coat every seen. "Where's Liu?" Mr. Potato Head asked. "Battling the trumpets and percussion, on the flute" the kid vaguely informed.

With a sigh Mr. Potato Head spoke"Mr. Hunter" the kid frowned at that "you will show Miss Alexander around the school,". "Actually sir, it's Silver," Quinn finally spoke. Mr. Potato Head again frowned.

Silently the kid grabbed Quinn's arm and the schedule in Mr. Potato Head's hand, glaring silently at the Principle. 

Before the tour started and adults were out of range,Hunter gave clear instructions, " Listen up fucker, name's Aaren, pronouns are they/them, if you purposely misgender me, wait for your condemnation". "You're very eccentric aren't you Aaren," Quinn replied with a huge grin on her face, color her intrigued by this colorful kid. "My statement still stands," they said. "and is understood," she answered. They smiled.

Together they adventured around the insanely large school. Apparently Aaren was avoiding Algebra 2 at all costs, apparently the teacher should have been fired a long time ago. 

Aaren led the way to the music room. In the music room, many of them looked like they wanted cry. A very prominent flute player looked about ready to smack a trumpet player with the flute in hand. Aaren chuckled, Quinn was about to ask but shushed her, "watch". 

The Flute Player was certainly pissed but stayed quite about it, until the Trumpet Player blasted a D note in the Flute Player's ear. The Flute Player whipped around and smacked the Trumpet Player with sheet music. Luckily all adults in the room were either out or had their backs turned. The Trumpet and Flute Player were about to hit each other with their stands, when the instructor turned his back back to the band, both Players quickly sat down.

Aaren seemed amused by the two Players little fit. 

"Anyways I might as well show you your locker and classes," Aaren realized, dragging Quinn once again. Lockers surrounded the school, countless tiny numbers flying everywhere. Aaren skimmed their fingers across the lockers looking for 546. It took Quinn 9 tries till Aaren pointed out she was flipping the number of spins to each digit of the code.

Once Quinn opened her locker and threw many necessary items in, Aaren dragged her irregularly  from class to class by her schedule. Then they grabbed a loitering students arm to look at the student's watch; it was 9:03. Then they shouted "TO CHEMISTRY!!!" and brought Quinn along with them.

The two walked in to students lighting things on fire. Sticks on fire were being swung every which way. A very neon student, looking very excited when waving the pink flame, nearly lit the teacher's hijab. Note that the teacher wasn't in the lab area of the classroom.

Ah, aren't Flame Tests fun.

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Later on in US History, Quinn opened a textbook from the shelf to see the name "Riley Davis" written down. The connect to Riley and the age of the book did not connect in Quinn's mind at the time.

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Lunch rolled around, Quinn was completely confused. Wandering aimlessly, until a familiar dragging to an area on the floor where students were eating. There sat Aaren, the Flute Player, and other unknown faces.  Quinn sat down with them without question.

The Flute Player complained to a boy that looked like he was paying attention, but in reality he wasn't. She caught that the Flute Player's name was Nora.

A girl with very notable bags under her eyes, drowsily walked past the group, Aaren waved at her with a smile on their face, "Hey Monica". She tiredly smiled back, "Hey Aaren".    

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Quinn was shook out of her daze when the end of school bell rang. Navigating like a duck in a maze, Quinn made it to her locker. It only took 3 tries to get in the locker this time.

As Quinn walked out of a back entrance of the school, a thud and yelp could be heard. Of course Quinn did what any sane, person would do, and went to investigate. 

Around the corner was Megan standing over Trumpet Player, his nose bleeding and Megan's right fist slowly forming a bruise.

"Kid, get lost," Megan ordered him.

Trumpet Player didn't exactly listen, considering he lunged at Megan. Megan moved out of the way, letting the Trumpet Player fall down a tall hill that was conveniently there. 

Megan then glanced over to Quinn. 

Megan's eyes seemed intensively deep, yet so unreadable to Quinn. Silently Megan walked past Quinn, as if nothing ever happened.

"See you tomorrow in Chemistry," Megan said behind Quinn as she left.

Decided to dick around with markers.