Like Glass, Like Steel | vikkstar123 / craftbattleduty

| 02. Optimistic, Pessimistic |

| 02. Optimistic, Pessimistic |

Strong, cold wind hit my face as the wheels of my pennyboard rolled across the pavement. I blew a bubble with my gum, letting it stay for a moment before popping it. And my favorite pair of converse just made this moment.

Pennyboarding was one of the rare few things I actually liked so that had made it amazing right from the start. But what wasn't amazing was the building that loomed in front of me.

Chander Delinquent Academy, perfectly made for people who did drugs, smoked, drank, whatever bad habit you can think of. It was a way too strict school with too many guards just everywhere.

In other words, a prison for minors.

I hopped off my board as I neared the gates; if they caught me riding my pennyboard, they'd take it and keep it - and give it to their spoiled kids probably. And I already explained how much I loved my board.

I walked past a guard wearing a navy uniform. His gun was in his hands as he stared at me coldly. Sending a glare back at him, I neared a pair of slowly rusting doors. I gave it a look for a second before opening it.

The horrible scent of sweat, smoke, dust attacked me as I entered a hallway. Scowling at the poor hygiene of the place, I walked past a hallway of doors until I had reached the last one of the left.

'Room 905' it said above the grey, metal door. The white paint was a little faded, but was still noticeable in a sea of grey.

I groaned silently at the thought of behind the door. It wasn't anything bad really, but there was always a kid there that just gets on my nerves. The thought of him made me grit my teeth as thoughts of punching him raced through my mind.

Might as well get it over with.

I slammed the door open, the door creating a loud noise as it hit the wall. No one looked. This was the usual routine for me in here ; I arrive, slam the door open, and sit. It was a simple routine that everyone gets used to easily. And if they don't, it's just tough luck for them.

Walking past all the open seats in the front, I took my regular seat in the back. It was next to another close friend of mine in here : Lachlan. He was the bad boy of his school, always rocking studs and a cocky smirk.

I was like an angel compared to him.

Of course, it wasn't like I've done anything that bad. Just a few cases of vandalism and suspensions from school. In my honest opinion, I was glad to get away from my school. All that was there was strict teachers, way too innocent people, and crappy rule enforcement most of the time.

"Hey, Lachlan." I greeted him before dropping my board to the floor and taking a seat.

He glanced over to me, a bored look on his face before he nodded. "Hey, see him? That kid's replacing the usual one." I followed his gaze to the kid next to the teacher's desk.

He looked a bit weird compared to us. Many of the kids here were big and burly, a mean glare always on their face. The boy was thin and gangly with bushy eyebrows. And Lachlan told me that he spoke in an English accent.

"Tch, the kid might not last long. Last one was like 2 weeks." He remarked, taking out a piece of gum.

"You never know. The first ever one we had lasted for a long while." I looked over to him to see him absentmindedly looking at the kid.

"Hey, kid. What's your name?" Someone yelled out.

"Vikk, British/Idian, 19." The kid knew what was up.

He didn't look scared at all with his bored tone and blank face which was impressive. We were known as the troublemakers, some more so than others. The fact that he didn't seem fazed scared and impressed most of us.

Obviously, I wasn't.

"Keep up the boredom act and you'll survive, kid." The one who yelled before said. Everyone either nodded or did nothing at all.

"Survive or not, it's going to be hell for him." I smirked.

"Yeah, so better get even more prepared, Vikk." Lachlan said after me, blowing a bubble out of his gum.

"I'll stay optimistic and say I will." Vikk retorted.

"And I'll stay pessimistic. I bet 50 bucks you won't survive for at least a month." I waged.

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This is so weird writing Marse and then her. But anyways, I tried to write a longer chapter. Is this a better length or still short? - Quill