The sun peaked out over the horizon, as if checking to see if the coast was clear. But then, as if remembering that it had no enemies, because it’s the sun, it came out fully. The suburban neighborhood was bathed in it’s light, but no one was outside to enjoy it. Everyone in this particular neighborhood preferred to stay indoors, surfing the internet, for the internet was much more interesting than anything the outside world could whip up. Can the outside world let you chat with 59 year old men pretending to be 18 year old girls? Can the outside world let you post inane things on various social networks, with the illusion that what you just said was significant and worth 10 seconds of your friends lives? No sir! No it cannot.
But not everybody was to be staring at their monitor screens that morning. A teenager by the name of Neithan was getting ready for school that day. Now Neithan was not your everyday teenage male. No, this particular teen was born with dragon wings. Now don’t ask how he came to sport these wings, because nobody knows why. The only clue we have is that his mother married a dragon while she was off drunk somewhere, but that doesn’t explain anything in the slightest. It is forever a mystery.
Neithan was a tall, skinny lad with short brown hair and matching color eyes. He usually wore red or tan colored shirts, and always wore blue jeans. Always. He had to hide his wings behind his backpack, which he refused to take off for any subject in school, even P.E., which have caused more than his fair share of problems. But still, he didn’t dare let anyone at school know he had dragon wings, and he never let his guard down.
So anyway, Neithan hopped into the car and drove off, heading to school. As usual, traffic was moderate, and few clouds were in the sky. The radio, as usual, was tuned to his moms favorite radio station, which played classic musical numbers. He was baffled that there existed a radio station which kept playing songs from “The Sound of Music” and “Singin in the Rain” and what not. He turned it to his favorite station, 78.7, the rock station. But as soon as he pulled up to the school, his favorite song came on. He hated it when that happens! Now he’s gotta sit in the car for 4 minutes, singing along, while everyone looked at him funny.
After his rock-out session, he turned the radio off, and got out of the car. The school was anything but modest. It stood 10 stories tall, with marble tiles all over it. There was a huge sculpture of an eagle near the front door, in a position that said “come at me, bro! You got the guts, fool? Hit me with your best shot!” Which was fitting, for the teachers and the principal had pretty much the same attitude as the building did. They liked to think they were a high-class establishment. Step out of line, and you’re a disgrace to the schools name, and your family’s.
As he walked through the ridiculously huge and majestic halls painted in gold and silver, he looked around for his best friend, Alex.
Alex was pitiful. He hardly ever spoke to anyone but Neithan, was as shy and timid as shy and timid can get, and to be honest, was cute. Like in the way a kitty is cute, or a puppy. Just adorable. He was also small, at least smaller then all the other 10th graders.
He found him by the lockers, attending to his many books. He silently crept up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder. Alex jumped out of his skin, screaming, making Neithan laugh.
“Don’t do that!” Alex pleaded. “You know how easily I’m startled.”
“I do, that’s why I did it.” He said, folding his arms. Alex pouted, closing his locker. “Soooo…the prom’s coming up pretty soon.”
Alex groaned. “Can we not try and get me to ask someone to the prom today?”
“No. You must ask someone soon.”
“I don’t even wanna go.”
“You just don’t want to have to ask someone.”
“That’s part of it, yes.”
“What’s the other part?”
“Well I mean.. I don’t know anybody there but you and.. I’m nervous. I’d just rather not go.”
This little exchange went on the whole while they headed to first period class, which was P.E.. Yes, they do have proms not just for seniors at this school. Just as they entered the locker rooms, Neithan finishing off with a final “It’ll be fuuuun!”, the coach was, as usual, yelling at one of the students.
“YOU. DISGRRRRRRACE!!! YOU HAVE FAILED TO PUT YOUR P.E. UNIFORM ON IN THE RIGHT ORDEEEER!!! EVERYONE HERE AND THEIR MOTHER KNOWS THAT YOU PUT ON YOUR PANTS FIRST, THEN YOUR SHIRT!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAAND?!?!?!? DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!?!? YOU HAVE SOILED THE GOOD NAME OF THIS SCHOOL, NO, YOU HAVE SOILED THE GOOD NAME OF EARTH ITSELF!!! DO YOU SEE THIS KNIFE??!?!? DO YOU SEE IT?!?!?!?!?! DO YOU SEE THE KNIFE?!?!?!?!?!? ANSWER ME, MAGGOT!!!!!!!!”
“Yes, I see the knife!!!!!”
“I WILL NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE SOILING THE NAME OF EARTH IN MY CLASS!!!! THIS KNIFE IS WHAT I CALL “THE JUSTICE KNIFE”!!! IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW ORDERS AND DO EVERYTHING PERFECTLY ON YOUR FIRST TRY, I WILL CALL UPON THE DARK FORCES OF THE JUSTICE KNIFE, AND IT WILL RAIN JUSTICE DOWN YOUR SOOOOOUUUUULLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!”
The student burst into tears, went into fetal position, and sucked his thumb in a humorous fashion. Neithan and Alex quickly got changed, Alex of course changing in the bathroom, for he didn’t like changing in front of everyone else. Neithan wondered how a psychopath like the coach got hired in the first place. Neithan headed to the bathrooms to change as well, because of his wings.
For the rest of the day, things went along averagely and ordinarily. Well, except for one part. Neithan and Alex had arranged a sleepover at Alex’s house, and that is where Neithan headed after school. Alex’s house was a modest one. Nothing fancy, but very homely. Most of the time, the two played video games and watched movies, ya know, guy stuff.
It was getting late, and Neithan was the first to start falling asleep. He laid in his sleeping bag, which was in the living room, and drifted off.
But then, his mind woke him up at 2:00 AM, since that was when he usually went for a midnight snack. Groaning a bit from being woken up from an awesome dream, he started walking to the kitchen, when he heard something in Alex’s room. Curious, he stepped lightly to the door, and listened. He could hear someone crying…was it Alex? Should he go in and see what’s wrong? He stood near the door for a while, pondering what to do………eh, he’ll ask him in the morning.
That morning, Neithan woke up to see Alex back in his sleeping bag, fast asleep. Well, at least he had a reason not to ask him why he was crying. He never knew how to act in awkward situations, nor did he want to be a part of them.
End of Part 1
(this story I am also writing on a blog. come check it out! neithanstory.tumblr.com )
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