Six of Crows in Middle School

Monsieur Wylan Van Heck

Wylan is the smollest of the smol beans. Alright on to the story.

Wylan sighed as he pushed the glass door of the school open with his hand. He didn't bother to wave goodbye at the car that dropped him off. His father was probably already speeding away in his sleek black Tesla. Wylan never understood his father's obsession with cars. They were just... things. They didn't live. They didn't breathe.

Wylan sometimes believed that his father cared more for inanimate objects than his own son.

Finally, Wylan stepped into the hallway. He was met with the raucous sounds of middle school students wrestling their way through the halls. Wylan let himself be swept along with the tide of seventh graders walking to their lockers. Wylan was so entrenched in his thoughts, that he didn't even realize a certain *ahem* silver-eyed boy was walking next to him.

"I got your flute!" Jesper sang as he snatched the instrument from Wylan's hand.  Wylan grabbed, but Jesper held it above his head. And Jesper was very, very  tall.

Kaz, who apparently was standing next to Jesper the entire time, rasped, "Jesper, give the flute back to Wylan. He needs it for..." Kaz smirked. "band class."

"Shut up," Wylan grumbled, taking the flute back from Jesper and putting it in its case. It wasn't Wylan's fault he played such a... feminine  instrument! (Don't get triggered. I'm a girl myself, so it's fine.) His father, Jan, forced Wylan to learn it in fourth grade and never let him stop. Wylan was too scared of his father to disobey him.

Finally reaching his locker, Wylan waved goodbye at his friends, if he could call them that, and opened the metal door. He actually almost hit this big blond dude who was two lockers over. Point Break glared at Wylan with wolf's eyes before returning to whatever he was doing. 

"I-I'm sorry," Wylan stuttered, then turned back, red-cheeked, to the inside of his locker.

"It's fine," Blondie responded in a thick Fjerdan accent. Wylan started. He quickly grabbed his books and slammed his locker, unnerved that he actually almost had a conversation with a complete stranger.

"Wow," Wylan said out loud.

"Wow what?" For the second time in less than a minute, Wylan started.

"Oh, good morning, Nina. I just met this big blond guy."

Nina laughed goodheartedly and slung her bag onto her shoulder. "I see you've met Matthias. Yeah, he's in my math class. Just moved here I think. From... Fjerda." Nina wrinkled her nose. She didn't like Fjerdans. Wylan didn't know why.

Nina seemed to regain her positive energy again. "We should be getting to English. C'mon, Wy!" 

Wylan followed without hesitation.

I know. This part is a lot shorter than the other one. I'm tired, okay? I'm writing when I should be going to sleep. And I have school tomorrow ururghghghg

So who should the next part be about? And please comment if you haven't already!