My Baker's Dozen

23

Mingyu's POV

"If anyone wants to sign up for any fall sports for next year in the highschool, you may do so now. There are information sheets on the front desk for whatever you sign up for. " The teacher pointed to the sign up sheet hanging in the front of the classroom, and a couple of students got up to check it out. Seeing no harm in at least looking, I got up from my desk.

I wasn't very interested with the majority of what was up there, I mean who the heck would want to run across the country? But soccer caught my eye.

Wonton, do you think Appa would let me play soccer?

He's letting everyone else do a whole bunch of activities, so I don't see why not.

I waited until I was able to even get close to the paper before scribbling down my name under the heading labeled soccer. Remembering that there was a second part to the directions, I grabbed the information sheet on soccer to take home to Appa.

Are you going to do a sport, Wonton?

No, its too much physical activity.

"Is everyone done so we can go to lunch?" The teacher asked, and nobody objected. It's not fun when our teacher holds us back from lunch to finish a lesson.

"Line up then." She commanded, and it was basically a rush for the front of the line. We might as well still be in kindergarten instead of sixth grade.

I ended up in the back of the line and the class walked out into the hallway. I'm just glad we're pretty close to the cafeteria, or else I would lose it on the walk down. Lunch time is the only break I get to be with my brothers, and I didn't want to waste a second. The kids in my class may be decent, but my brothers beat them any day. Which is probably why I don't have friends.

"Hello." I said as soon as I sat down next to Samuel and Chan with my lunch tray, and Wonwoo joined us a minute later.

"How's everything going so far?" I asked, and the two shrugged while taking another bite of food.

"It's the same as always really. Anything fun happen to you, hyung?" Chan asked, and Wonton butted in for me.

"Gyu joined the soccer team." He muttered, and I couldn't tell if he was upset with me or just tired.

Is something wrong, Wonwoo?

No, nothing. I just want to eat.

"That's so cool, hyung!" Samuel exclaimed while bouncing a bit in his seat. I swear, that child can't sit still for the life of him. And it's not like I can question what he's eating, because we are eating the same food. At least I think so.

"Do you want this?" I heard Chan whisper to Samuel, motioning to the remaining food on his tray, and the eight year old calmed down long enough to switch his empty plate with Chan's.

"Do the hyungs have work today?" Chan asked, and the three of us looked at Wonton because he remembers this stuff.

"Joshua hyung does because they're short staffed, but Hansol hyung and Jeonghan hyung should be home." Wonwoo listed off, and Chan nodded. It was amazing how much information he could keep in his brain. Which is probably why he's so good at chess.

"That's good. I need at least one of the Americano hyungs help for my English homework." Chan explained, and it made sense. The two of them were a very helpful resource.

"What is it? Maybe I can help." Samuel offered, and Chan looked as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

"I keep forgetting you can speak English."

"Honestly, me too." Samuel muttered, and I tilted my head.

These two are strange.