Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 3- Jackpot

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 “Hello everyone I’m Mr. Anderson welcome to second semester Flex. This is supposed to be your ‘study block’ but I know studying to you kids is goofing off and watching school inappropriate videos on your phones. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t have sex in the back of my classroom. I’m going to grade paper work from one of my real classes so…have a nice day.” The short bald man walks

 A/N my Flex teacher actually said those exact words to us on the first day of school. XD

 “This is our free block so we basically have an hour and a half to do whatever we want.” Shane whispers to me, sitting right next to me.

 “Awesome.”

 “It is pretty awesome. Since this is our first block of the day, I usually just go in the corner and sleep until the bell rings, but we can get a pass from Mr. A so I can give you a tour around the school if you want.”

 “Oh sure.” I don’t know what he was saying because I was losing myself in his eyes. They’re not white anymore but they’re a crystal blue color. There’s a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul and it’s true. With my special abilities I can see people’s souls and I can allow people to see my soul. When people do see my dark black soul, there’s turn from plain gray into this weird red color as a sign of fear. Shane’s soul is neither red nor gray. It’s white. A vibrant white color that’s shining so bright. I’ve never seen a soul like this and I don’t know if I’m freaked out or amazed.

 “Okay. I’ve got the hall pass from Mr. A so we can go now. You should probably grab your bag because we might not come back.” I didn’t even realize he left and came back. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and follow him out into the hallway.

 ~TEN MINUTES LATER~

 “The cafeteria is right down there and if you go down a little further and make a left, you’ll find another bathroom. And that brings us to the end of our tour around Arleta High.”

 “I’m not going to remember anything you’ve said in the past ten minutes but it was a great tour.”

 “You’ll find your way around eventually,” Shane says, laughing at my inability to hold much memory. “Where’s your locker?” he asks.

 “It’s locker number 729” he looks at me with a weird expression showing on his face.

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yeah. That’s what it says on my schedule.” I pull the folded piece of paper out of my back pocket and show it to him. He looks at it and shakes his head with disappointment.

 “Locker 729 is in the freshmen locker bay. You’ll never get to any of your sophomore classes ‘cause that’s on the other side of the school.”

 “Why would they give me a freshmen locker when I’m a sophomore?”