Chip the Wise

People were staring all the way as you moved through the Hall, Daisy still clutching your arm.

...And while people whispered of you, even as you moved up to the study hall and through to Principle Kaz's office, your mind tried to conceive of the fact that Jane... was an untouchable, a god damn untouchable!? and she was going out with DUKE THE NUKE HARMON!? fuck man... fuck... what were you going to do!?

You will be strong... you are better than them all, my angel... the blood of kings runs in your veins, and you will rise above them.

You paused... You felt... oddly compelled, warm, and loved, confidence surged through you and instilled a strange kind of will that reinforced you to the foundations. Jane was her own woman, you had been gone and that must have been hard for her, but if she wanted to play the Academy monopoly... then you were going to play to win, and there it was, the decision was made, there was room for only one King of East-Wallace, and it was going to be you.

"Are you... gonna knock now or?" Daisy asked as she looked at you, paused with a weird smile with your fist mid-knock.

You blinked "Sorry. Here we go."

You knocked on the great oaken door, with Principle Marcus Kaz's name engraved in gold on its front "Enter." Said a voice and you let yourself in.

Principle Kaz's office was a true testament to his character, collected and neat but with a grandiose Mahogany stained desk stacked with carefully filed papers while the mountainous file draws of a dark-wood brown stood on each corner.

A buttoned Dark chocolate couch lay wide in the west corner, and a dual-screen LG set up sat just to the right of the small, tanned man that seemed dwarfed by his own high backed fancy desk chair... perhaps a throne would be a better word for it.

Marcus Kaz (Or Marco the Moron as your dad liked to call him) was a quaint sharply dressed man of 53, with a neatly cut beard that squared his already impish face, He wore tiny circular spectacles on his square nose, and it seemed that all of the proud beauty of the Turkish had drained out of him and into his Daughter, the Princess Bitch herself, Tricky-Vicky.

Though usually in a static expression of perpetual dissatisfaction, Principal Kaz's eyes seemed to jump in a sort of joy, never before manifested as He laid his dark eyes on you "Ah! Charles Drake, come and sit my young friend." The Voice was crackly and accented, poorly paired with his manic gesturing towards the chairs in front of his desk "And you must be Miss Daisy Teresa, Young Charlie's Carer." Daisy smiled pleasantly but put on a more serious expression as you shot her a warning glance that this was not even nearly close to his normal behaviour.

Kaz intertwined his wrinkled fingers as He leaned forward "First and foremost I would like to welcome you back to the Academy, A place built for prime development of our youth's Progression!"

You held back a cringe.

"I wouldn't under normal circumstances stand for your lack of attendance but I understand your time of mourning with your father's ****... We had our differences...." Kaz's eyes twitched suddenly and strangely "...But He was a good man. Also your..." Twitching again "Comatose state, has been taken into account. After Negotiations with Mr Nox and his... staff, I have decided to allow you to continue the rest of the term, though I must set some parameters."

You raised an eyebrow, one at the weird look in his eyes, like his brain was auto-correcting his words before they came out, and two... "Parameters?" You asked fearfully.

Kaz nodded, his thin slicked back hair shuffling as He did "I am afraid that you missed a frankly colossal amount of work, all of your grades are low beyond comparison... if you wanted to say... drop out because of such a momentous task, then I wouldn't blame you."

And there He was, that sounded more like Principle Kaz, tempting you to bump out and leave out of demoralisation, all because of his hatred of your dad. Well, you had dealt with enough bullshit today, it was not even 10 AM yet and you were already irritated to high heaven, You were sick of being bullied by this man's Hellspawn AND YOU WERE NOT GONNA LET HIM BULLY YOU EITHER.

"Did you seriously just imply that He should leave? what kind of principle are you?" Daisy asked, spite forming in her violet eyes.

Kaz held his hands up smiling to himself "I implied no such thing, I am simply concerned for Mr Drake's well being in his father's unfortunate absence, some people would-"

Your hand landed on the desk, and your eyes silver as starlight stared in a slightly nervous resolution "I am not going anywhere, Principle Kaz." You said in a low voice "As much as I appreciate your concern, I intend to stay, no matter how hard I have to work... I'll flourish, in spite of what some 'people' might presume."

Kaz raised an unamused bushy eyebrow, his smile fading "Very well, Mr Drake... Get off to class then, I believe you have English with Mr Harrow." His eyes turned to Daisy who fixed him with a mildly disgusted face. He dug in one of his drawers and drew a blue Pass "Here, Daisy, You will be allowed to stay on-premises with Mr Drake as long as you carry this pass on your person."

Daisy snatched it, smirking as you both stood "That is Miss Teresa to you. Principle. Good day."

Taking your hand tightly, as she pulled you along, and Away from the squalid Principle.

It was strange... being back in class. You situated yourself where you always sat, way off in the back of the Huge Classroom, where you usually remained in relative obscurity... but today, as your fellow students flooded in to see you sat at the desk with the Beautiful bombshell, in a quaint blue chair beside you, looking with fascination at the class with excitement, the whisperings began as people took their seats.

You noticed a lot, and I mean a lot of girls placed themselves near you, glancing at you and putting on nervous smiles as they noticed their own stares. It was a little distracting... but a little piece of you quite enjoyed it.

"Nerd huh?" Daisy whispered.

You merely shrugged "Under normal circumstances... yeah."

But nothing made the swelling feeling of oddity smoulder like the image that came. The Untouchables entered and the students lowered their heads like they were royalty... Jane was with them, with Duke Harmon the smug-cunt's arm around her. She spotted you and turned her eyes away, frowning, but Duke gave you a knowing wink, making your hands tighten as they rested on your thigh.

Everybody was eventually seated, Jane and duke over to the right, next to each other. Isabella and Camile behind them... but... wait what?

A girl came and sat next to you, her tall prissy form plopping down on the spot without making eye contact with you. Vicky brushed one of her long smooth black hairs behind her head, clearing her throat as she stood straight, staring straight on and pretending that you weren't staring at her... and everyone else wasn't staring at you, staring at her... what the fuck is going on? what grand violation of the natural order commenced in order to have Victoria Kaz place herself by your side.

But before you could think anymore on it, a tall but skinny and handsome Englishman, well dressed and sharpish as ever strolled into the room to his desk at the front, his charming smile flashing and making the girls look away from you for a minute, much to your relief.

"Good morning class! I hope you had a good weekend... now straight to work-" Mr Harrow's British tone halted as He saw you and grinned "Ah Mr Drake, welcome back!"

All eyes fell on you again as you gave a furtive wave.

"Right, as discussed on Friday, we will be having a snap test on this year's book! Macbeth!"

The Class collective groaned... and you felt like having a panic attack. A TEST!? FUUUCK, WHY!?

Mr Harrow hoisted the load of printed tests and began to hand them out, moving from table to table, happily handing the tests out, though he grimaced as He handed his to Vicky "Do try and write something literate today, Ms Kaz..."

Vicky grunted, pursing her shiny lips as she took the test and brandished a pen.

But Mr Harrow paused at you, giving Daisy a warm nod which she returned happily. But the narrow man lent down on your desk to whisper "Now, Charlie, you don't have to do this test if you don't want to, we can postpone it if you wish... I know you haven't had the opportunity to study-"

"-I got this." You found yourself saying, Mr Harrow giving a worried hum

"Are you sure?"

You nodded and took the test from his hands... you had read Macbeth before. You could do this, right?

Mr Harrow gave the word and the talking ended, the room went into silence as everybody started. opening the test up, you felt a little exasperated already... they were silly questions with mandatorily long explanations, luckily it was linear enough for you to recall what you had studied the other day-- or rather... 5 months ago.

Carefully placing your answers and making sure to be as thorough as possible, you found the usually convoluted questions quite easy to absorb in one go, you were far from an idiot, you had near-perfect grades before... you know... but this was insane, you were able to analyse and produce a long and coherent explanation with little to no effort, and by the time you got to the middle of the test, your mind was a crucible of complex thought that you could access with **** ease...

Daisy looked with fascination at your work, how quickly you managed to speed through the paper, though remained silent as you eventually came to the roadblock.

You stared at the questions concerning the part that you didn't quite recall, scratching your head in frustration as you cursed that you didn't have a copy on your person. But in your absorption you weren't paying attention to your surroundings and to no one's surprise, Isabella Salvador the Blonde Latina girl with a spiteful grin, brandished a long straw already chewing on a ripped-off piece of her test and loading it in.

You glanced by chance at Isabelle and saw her taking aim at the last second... before you could react, the spitball darted towards you, destined to hit you right between the eyes but... it never met its mark, it had instead splatted against the hardcover of a copy of Macbeth held out to shield you, a well-manicured hand gripping in tightly as they flicked the Ball back at Izzy who grimaced, batting it away.

Jane, Duke, Camile and even some of the others who noticed, looked on in disbelief as Victoria frowned at her friend, shaking her head as the Queen bitch carefully leant over to place her copy in front of you, then quickly buried her face back in her test, leaving the watchers (including you) wide-eyed.

Blinking in confusion, you picked the book up in your hands, perplexed as to why it found itself there and opened it thoughtfully.

Isabelle was still staring at Vicky and you, probably just as lost as you were. but you didn't want to waste time, you were serious in your vow to correct your grades, and so you opened the book, and started to read hoping that You could catch enough details to pull through.

Your eyes traced the pages, seeing the complicated jargon of the old English and trying your best to read through the paragraph.

Sighing you went to double back to make sure you got it but... You didn't need too? You found your eyes at the bottom of the page in less than a second... and you understood all of it with perfect clarity. rubbing your eyes in disbelief and wondering if you were dreaming, you tried another page- aaaaand you finished it, and you understood it!? you tried another, and then another, barely glancing at each word and before long you were flipping through the pages at a frightening speed, absorbing every last bit like a sponge, your mind a nexus of knowledge, vast expertise on everything that was Macbeth by the time you closed the book shut.

"What the fuuuuuck." You mumbled, checking your watch and quickly grabbing your pen and moving back to your test. in an ungodly flourish of speed you began to storm through the paper, filling every nook, every given space with information both from the book and constructing a strict analysis, this tornado of academia in your mind flowing every bit into that paper until you reached the back, blank and complete, stuffed full of your wisdom.

You hesitated to check your watch again, but when you did, you shook your head in disbelief "Holy shit." One minute. You finished 20 pages of a 30 page written test in 60 seconds on the dot.

Standing up, and placing Vicky's book back next to her, her black eyes peering up from her test along with others as you shuffled up to the front and placed it on Mr Harrow's desk.

He didn't notice you at first, but when He did he raised an eyebrow "Change your mind?"

"I umm... finished." You whispered.

He looked rightfully doubtful, but pulled the test over and took a look, his eyes wide as they trained between you and the fountain of knowledge, seemingly shocked as He stammered "W-Why don't you head over to your desk, Charlie... I'll um... take a look?"

You moved over to your desk, sitting down and leaning over to Daisy "Ummm Daise... Do you read comics?" You whispered.

She raised an eyebrow "Did you just call me Daise?" She smiled "No one has ever given me a nickname before!"

"Shhhh... forget the damn nickname and answer my question!" You whispered harshly.

She rubbed her chin "I suppose I read the odd detective comic at the diner at home, why?"

You turned your eyes to her "I think I gained superpowers while I was in my coma."

Daisy made a strange face "Because you finished the test so quickly?"

You nodded "Quickly!? quickly there is quick and then there is that!"

Daisy chuckled scratching her head "M-Maybe you're smarter than you think... anyway, I like the nickname, Chaz!"

You frowned "Never call me Chaz, call me Chip if you want a nickname."

She grinned "Okay... chip."