I guess I’ll see in lunch detention (firezombie40)

For the rest of class it was basically just a monitored study hall as the teacher from the neighboring class stepped in as he saw and heard the pantless Mrs Frenolt screaming and running down the hallway. I kept on glancing over at Blake to try and get some kind of information but he just kept reading his book in that position where you just have your head on your desk which looked kind of uncomfortable.

What intrigued me more than his reading position was the book he was reading. It didn’t have a traditional story cover like an image or anything nor did it have words on the cover either. Now that isn’t too peculiar because I have seen some books like it before from our local library (my mom made me get one and I might as well use it). He did do something kind of weird though as after every couple of lines he would stop and murmur something while making a motion with his right hand. I became a little bit of a sleuth as I knew that he was trying to affect something as the thing he said earlier was enough to make everyone snap out of their trance and look back at Ms. Frenolt. Eventually I saw something flickering and the mechanical pencil which I saw earlier clear as day on his desk being yellow changing into a color more becoming of maroon. This was too much for me to take and I needed to let somebody else know of it.

I tapped my desk mate on the shoulder to get their attention. From the teachers perspective it probably looked like she was reading but in reality she was Snapchatting her friends; I figured she wasn’t too busy. She looked over at me to see what I was tapping on her shoulder for.

“Hmm?” She hummed.

I responded with a quick “Hey, an you look over at Blake’s table and see what book he’s reading? Also, is there anything weird with his pencil?

“I don’t want to look over at Blake,” she hissed, “I don’t want to make his list for looking weird at him.”

I rolled my eyes and observed, “He’s been intently reading his book for over 15 minutes now. He hasn’t looked up from it once. Just look.”

She considered my proposal for a moment then turned sighing and looked at Blake. “I don’t know. He’s reading The Odyssey. We’re reading that for Language Arts but that doesn’t seem out of the ordinary.” That was the first indication that we were seeing something differently as there was nothing on the book that made it even remotely look like the book I got for my LA class. This one was big and bulking while the Odyssey was just a decently sized book. She continued with “His pencil looks fine there’s nothing wrong with-”

“There!” I interrupted. As she spoke the pencil turned from its previous maroon state into more of a dark-greenish-maybe-a-little-blue color. “You had to have seen that.”

She confused and replied with “His pencil has always been blue. Did you get high in between classes?” I had to think for a moment as this truly was a bold claim that there was somebody just changing the colors of a mechanical pencil right in front of my eyes but I was completely down to Earth at the moment and I decided I could press him for some more answers in lunch detention.

I waited for another 20 or so minutes in which time Mrs Frenolt came back in with an all new skirt and tried to make the class fess up to who took her skirt. She let us off the hook after realizing that it was kind of literally impossible for somebody to take her skirt off without her noticing. The bell rang and I dropped my backpack off at health before rushing to the lunch room to get food for lunch detention. I needed to be in time for lunch detention because there was no way that I was going to have lunch detention two days in a row. The lunch today was unfortunately spaghetti and meatballs which would be totally fine if there wasn’t a one in three chance of you pulling one of the lunch lady’s hairs out of your meal. I went to the lunch detention rooms dumping the spaghetti (but not the meatballs) as I didn’t want that risk. Once I got to the room, I spotted Blake in one of the left rows of the classroom and quickly plopped down next to him. He was reading the same book as before and I saw that it was in the English Alphabet but far from the English language. Blake glanced at me as I sat down next to him.

“Why are you sitting next to me?” he questioned nonchalantly knowing what my next question would be.

I answered, “You know why. What the fuck happened with Mrs. F?”

“You mean Dr. Frenolt?” he chuckled and then added in an ignorant tone, “That was pretty weird but pretty funny at the same time. Where did she take the skirt off at? I could’ve sworn I was looking at her most of the time.”

“I mean,” I replied annoyed, “what part did you have in it. You were looking at her the whole time and then you looked over and gave me a thumbs up before everybody noticed. What the hell was that about?”

He curiously considered me before replying, “I guess you have some potential in you.”

I breathed out some air and tried to even start to comprehend what he could be referring to before asking “What in the hell does that mean?”

He considered his words for a moment before saying with a slight smile, “Have you heard of qekmg?” I sat dumbfounded trying to comprehend what in the hell he just said. He quickly clarified “Oh I used the technical term . A more apt word for you would be magic. Have you ever heard of magic.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me,” I stated, “you mean that shit with witches, wizards, and warlocks and Harry Potter? That shit?”

Blake responded, “Weeeeeeell not exactly like Harry Potter. We don’t twirl wands in our hands or have some weird school we go to to learn magic. It kind of just comes natural to a person with potential AKA you.”

I tried to process that insane information before asking a more pertinent question in my mind. “What is up with that weird ass book you’re reading? It’s super big and I’ve never seen a language like that.”

“That is a book to learn some proficiencies. It’s big because of the insane amount of information in it, and it is written in the language of magicians like myself. Would you like to see one of my proficiencies in action?” He quickly responded to my question.

Before I could respond to his query he made a gesture with his hands before saying in his weird language, “Xyvr xlmw hiwo vih.” All of a sudden our desk and ours alone turned bright red as if it was being painted with. It seemed like the red paint was coming from the point closest to him on the desk before rapidly spreading out and totally covering the desk. I stared amazed at the sight I just saw.

I asked him “Can you teach me?” and he and I spent the rest of the class going over the language of magic. I read some of his book as best I could before the bell rang signifying the end of the first magic lesson that he ever taught me. He said to meet before school tomorrow before school so that he could teach me more.