Multiverse Academia

Chapter 1

"Error wake up!"

Cross screamed from downstairs.
I ignored him.
I slowly open my sockets and search for my alarm clock.

6:45 am

"Shit! School starts at 7:15! " I scream, throwing on my shorts.

I get up from under my covers and run into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and throw water onto my face.
I put on my uniform and head downstairs.

Cross, my friend since 2nd grade and roommate, threw me a piece of toast. I caught it, put it into my mouth, and grabbed my backpack. He laughed as I coughed up some of the crumbs.
We head out the door and wave goodbye to the landlord of our apartment complex.

"Man error, first day and you're already exhausted haha"

I playfully punch his arm.

"Shut up, you were supposed to wake us up early"

Cross rubbed the back of his head.
"I forgot to set it last night, I had to take care of that annoying dog who keeps scratching on our door."

I roll my eyes "Whatever, nice excuse tho, might wanna save those for when you forget your homework"

Cross laughs "Nah I'll save them for you when you forget your own clothes"

We laughed and started walking faster.

We walked for about 10 minutes, then we were at the front of the school. I noticed some students staring at us.

"Who are they?"

"Never seen them around before"

I ignored them and kept walking.
We got our schedules, and we are in the same homeroom, art, and chemistry class. But that's only 3 out of 8.
Sigh... I have 1 class with him on A days and 2 on B days. Homeroom doesn't count since we have it on both A and B days.

We take our seats in the back corner. I had a window on my left and Cross sat on my right. It's a nice view of the courtyard, the nice cream store across from it, and a cafe.

Cross and I got moved into the same adoption center during 2nd grade. Basically in the middle of nowhere. A small town, no one knew about. Cross told me about his abusive father and how he murdered everyone he knew. . .And how he had to kill him to protect himself. I felt bad for him but we barely talked about it, I know it's a touchy subject. I used to have a family myself. I had two brothers and a mom. My brothers and I were separated when our mom passed away, I was 6 at the time so I don't remember much. I don't even remember what they looked like.
But nevermind all that. Cross and I ran away during middle school. A gang found us and helped us get money by doing tasks for them. We were almost caught by the police once but I used my rope technique to save us. I was called the puppet master and cross was called the musketeer for his amazing skill with swords or really large weapons. We were really stupid kids back then.
Cross hits my arm

"Ow, what?" I asked annoyed.

He gestures towards the teacher.
"She's taking attendance"

"Oh, here" I slightly raise my hand

The teacher nods and goes back to her clipboard.
I notice some students looking at me. It was a boy with a dirty splatter on his cheek. He smiled and waved at me. I looked back at the window.

Homeroom was over and I had history next. Cross had gym. We grab our stuff and walk out of the classroom.

"sooo, who was that? We just got here and you already have a fanboy? Haha"

I felt my cheeks heat up
"S-shut up! That's not funny"

Cross continues to laugh "I know I know, Mr sensitive. . .Well I gotta go, see ya next period"