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Knight and Dey 1: First Day of a Second Life By Ron Dow75 [email protected] "All right, crew, eyes forward!" the police sergeant ordered the three officers under his command. "Every year, somebody tries to show off by riding to school in an unauthorized manner. Specifically, down Bleaker's Hill!" and he pointed at the very steep hill in front of the two men and a woman. "It is our job to catch the perpetrator, and to make an example of him! This school will be highly regulated. Is that clear?!" "Yes, sir!" "Aren't you overdoing it just a bit, Sgt. Merdich?" an attractive woman in civilian clothes said as she walked through from the wide side gate to the team of police officers in front of the high storm fence that surrounded Blankley High School. "You have to impress them early on with serious force: Squelch any spirit of disruption before it has had a chance to catch hold, Vice Principal Weatherwax." "Ever the ex-Marine, eh?" "That's right, Ma'am. And may I ask why you are here?" A smile crooked her mouth as she looked up the steep hill in beside the school. "To see the new class. I have a feeling it will be unlike any other." A public bus had just cleared the top of the hill, and was on its way down, full of students who would-- "YA-HOOO!!" "All right, crew! This is it!" the sergeant yelled. A boy on a skateboard flew over the top of Bleaker's Hill. He had on a red baseball cap over his flying blond hair, dark, wraparound glasses, a fluttering flannel shirt with a tee underneath that read "The Greatest Show on Earth!", long baggy shorts and cross-training shoes. And the skin of his face and exposed arms and legs were very tan. All this the sergeant's trained mind noted. He was going to remember this character because it looked like he was going to... He did! He landed right on top of the bus! Violation! The boy raced down the top of the bus, threatening to overtake it. What was the fool going to do when he reached the end? He grabbed a street lamppost and swung around and down towards the ground with it. Obviously, the skateboard was attached to his feet somehow. Before it was safe to let go, the kid did! He aimed for, and made it to the top of a mailbox. He bounced off that and grabbed hold of the upper end of the stop sign just long enough to help himself slow down. All before he'd even touched the ground. When as he did, he zigged sharply across the sidewalk and jumped, bouncing his board off the retaining wall of the raised corner house. The sergeant waited. The vandal had to pass him and his men. Instead, the idiot pushed himself off the telephone pole, and headed in the wrong direction! He was going across the Beaker Street into the parking lot cut into the hill. "After him!" the sergeant ordered, even as he got his hand radio out to order reinforcements. "You can't do that!" VP Weatherwax told him, firmly. "We need the remaining officers to see that the students are properly registered and find their new classes! If you want that young man, you will have to do it yourself." The sergeant growled, but put the radio back on his belt. "This is pride, crew! Let's get that perp before he enters the school grounds!" His crew was already jogging across the street. So intent was Merdich to see where the public nuisance would emerge from behind the cars he almost got hit by a car of a kid who had to screech to a stop. There! No, this was a fair skinned girl with her golden hair up in a clip, wearing a buttoned up, tucked in, cuffed flannel shirt, ----- pants, and cross-trainers. It was the clothes that confused him. Why can't girls dress like girls, anyway!? As they passed each other, the sergeant looked back. Yes, she was a girl. She did have a red baseball cap tucked in the back of her pants. The bus stopped in front of the main gate, and the passengers got out. They were all now talking about the same thing. "Nobody knows who he is??" "Did you get a look at him! Retro!" "I've never seen anybody like him before!" "Are you sure you don't know him?" "No! Why would I want to know that jerk!" "Are you kidding, Ariel?" "He's cool!" "What guy do you know of can pull that stunt!" Ariel's three girl friends said. "He could've broken his neck!" Ariel said. "Don't worry, Ariel. He's put his neck on the chopping block," Estelle said. If there was anybody who seemed destined to wear robes, be they judges or minister's, it was the is tall wiry girl conservatively dressed in a dress and well-tailored coat. "I didn't mean he should--" Ariel started to protest. If there was one person who dressed practically, it was this dishwater blond with her comfortable shoes, the non-tight jeans with 'crib notes' written on them in marking ink, a loose aquamarine man's shirt with the four pockets that hung down almost like a dress, and her nylon coat with the many zippers; it seemed that, besides the hair cut just above the shoulder, her one acknowledgment that see did not dress, perhaps, 'feminine' enough was the blue with wide pink edges scarf that she wore around under her collar (even then, some might say it looked like a necktie). "I hope he gets away! We need a leader," Lyza said. If there was anybody who school dress codes were invented for, it was this small girl with the pink hair; short black dress, fishnets with sparkles, red shoes, and oversized jewelry. She wore no coat. "Yeah! You don't see Adam doing anything like that!" Maris said. If there was anybody destined to be a wardrobe lady, it was this average dark brown haired girl in average shoes, jeans, jewelry, and a blouse with bamboo shoots and blue-outlined blossoms on a white blouse, and a small blue scarf hanging from her pocket; her coat was a knit with a Northwest Indians' pattern of sea hawk and salmon. "I wonder what Adam will do to...." Natasha's voice trailed off as she followed the stares of the others, looking over at the cars parked on this side of the street. If there was anyone who wanted to say 'rebel' it was this brunet in black boots, tight jeans with leather 'chaps' sewn on them, wide studded belt, a white tee shirt with a confederate flag with bullet holes instead of stars, and a untanned Buffalo Bill coat with fringes. "Is that him?" "I think it is." "What did he do with his rail?" "Look at the cap!" "It is him!" Maris practically screamed. "He got away from the Terminator!" Lyza said. "Honestly, you guys!" Ariel said, exasperated. "I can't believe you're making a celebrity out of a stupid showoff!" And she turned and walked away from the group. WHEEET! WHEEET! "He didn't get away," Natasha said, turning her head to see the head school cop jogging towards them with his whistle in his mouth. The very tan and handsome boy started jogging for the gate, too. He rolled over the hood of a car heading inside the gate for the teachers' parking spaces, and landed on his feet. It had barely slowed his pace. He didn't even loose his dark glasses. There was a big grin on his face. He zigged and zagged among the people outside the gate, all, it seemed, looking at him. All but one, "At least Adam has some manners, you know!" Ariel turned back to confront her star-struck friends. "I bet this guy is just plain ru--" Bump! "Gee! I'm sorry, Ariel! But you moved; I didn't have a chance to get around you!" said the bleached blond boy holding her in his very strong arms to keep her from falling. She looked into his dark glasses, unable, for some reason, to say, or do anything. "Lucky girl!" "Did she plan that?!" "Ariel!?" "You've got to be kidding." "But she was lying before: He knows her!" "Okay, young man. You are officially caught," the VP said in a pants suit said, coming up from behind. "That is my collar," the sergeant said, running up to her. "We shall decide that, Sgt. Merdich, in my office. Where you can give him his citations, and I can begin my file on him." "Aye!" the peace officer nodded briskly. The two adults turned to the new student. All that was left was a smile that didn't seem to want to go away. "You can let go of the girl, now," the woman said. "Oh, yes... Sorry," the boy blushed, and lifted Ariel to her feet. Ariel stood there with the others, staring as the boy was marched away with the authority figures. "I assume you are that special case I was informed of," the VP said. "What is you name?" the cop demanded. "Alex. Alex Knight." "Alex... Knight..." Ariel repeated from her daze. Then, all of a sudden: "Alex Knight!!? I do know him!" "You do?!" the girls asked together. "He's lived next door to me all of my life!!" *** The word went around the school like wildfire: "Alex Knight? Should I know that name?" "He makes the paper often enough." "I saw him on the news!" "He's famous?!" "Yeah, for being a freak." "A what?! Is he some kind of a, a..." "He probably wishes." "But why is he here?!" "You mean, how can he be here!" "I hear it's supposed to be fatal!" "People die from it!?" "He's not contagious is he?!" "Maybe we should avoid him." "But he's so cute!!" "And daring!!" "And dangerous. I say we give him the chill." "I think we should make him our leader!" "If he's infectious, let him breathe on them!" "Then they'd take him away." "Aw, just when I was getting to know him." "Let's have a meeting." "Right! I vote to make him our leader!" "Second!" "The pool is open, I'll be taking bets. How long will Alex Truman be at the school?!" "Hey! Bentson, you said I could run the next pool!" "You are: You're running the one on where he's goin' next: Another school, town, suspended, reform school, prison..." "You're kidding, Ariel! That's really him!" Lyza asked as she put her pack on her desk. "You're the one who knows him the best," Maris said, already getting out the things she'd need for biology. "You were even in that news piece I saw on him!" Estelle said, putting her pack down under the chair in front of her school desk. "Yes, it is him. But, it's not. I mean, it's not like he's another person. But he isn't. Oh, I don't know how to explain it," Ariel was very confused. Lyza smiled at the others. "Everything looks different in the light of day." Maris giggled. Estelle just shook her head; but there was a smile on her face. "It's not like that! I have no time for boys! I've been so busy getting my grades up and my extracurricular in, I haven't been able to date, let alone see Alex!" "Well, that explains things," Estelle said. "What is the big deal about going to college?" Lyza said. "Maybe I won't have to... now," Ariel said quietly. The bell rung. The teacher still hadn't come in. "Hey, girls!" the head cheerleader, KT Peters said, leaning over towards them, "Adam is going to do a number on that new guy of Ariel's as soon as he can." "No!" Ariel cried. "Not on Alex's first day of freedom!" Before there could be any more discussion on the topic, the door opened, in came Mr. Bird. "Class, we have a new student. Now, I know how rough it can be for a student to be introduced this way, but I have a reason for doing it this way." "Mr. Alex Knight, will you come in?" The long blond haired boy from before came in. This time his flannel shirt was tucked in, and the bottom buttons were fastened; but he refused to completely cover up "The Greatest Show on Earth!". "He's not carrying any pack," someone whispered. "Poor Alex," Ariel said. "He probably doesn't even have any school supplies." "Class, Alex, here, has been given special permission to always wear his dark glasses. It is because of his medical condition. Anybody trying to remove them will be charged with assault and battery. This is serious. If anything happens to him afterward, the charge may very well be a prison sentence." The sounds of murmurs, whispers, muttering, and out-right talking filled the room. Alex's reputation was just quadrupled. The teacher held up his hands, "Up until a few days ago, apparently, it was thought Alex, here, and his younger sister, suffered from a very rare genetic disorder called "photophobia". A person with this condition cannot only not go out into the sun; he may not even be exposed to what is to him the harsh condition of ordinary light bulbs. He has to live in perpetual darkness, with only the dimmest of lights. "While I do not pretend to understand how the condition Alex does have..." the teacher turned to Alex. (He said, "Hyperphoteic sensitivity.") "...could have been confused with the other. I am assured it can be just as harmful to him. "I must stress him. He is not in any way contagious, nor will his skin blister, flake off, become infected boils, or any of the other things rumors that have already started to be spread about him. Any acne he has will because of his age, nothing more." "Oh, one final thing to mention. I understand because of his forced isolation, Alex Knight has had to learn to amuse himself. But, as you can imagine, even sitting in front of a TV or computer screen was considered, not only risky, but painful, windows to a world he thought he could never enter. He had to turn to, let us say, more "physical" outlets. Let's just say he tells us he's looking forward to testing his martial arts skills with real opponents." "Let that be a warning." Alex's stock, for both good and ill, had just broken through the ceiling and was headed for the clouds. "Now, Alex, you may take a seat. They are not assigned alphabetically. You may sit wherever you wish." "I can?!" Alex's grin widened. He walked over to Estelle. To the surprised girl, he asked, "May I?" May what? She then glanced over at Ariel, sitting across the aisle from her. Estelle got up. As soon as she did, she found that he'd gotten her thing bag from under the chair in front of her. He placed it under the chair she had just left, while she sat in the empty one behind him. "Alex, what do you think you're doing?" Ariel tried to hide her red face behind the arm she held up between them. "There will be no more disturbances, Class! It is time to get down to today's lesson: Today's subject is Botan: "The flower provided a new, and I would say exciting, way for plants to reproduce..." There were laughter, chuckles, and giggles. Ariel buried her head in the arms she put on the desktop. "Ariel? I've missed you. As you can see I'm not--" "Mr. Knight!" the teacher interrupted his interruption. "Attending a school is new to you. The first thing you must learn is that I am the only one to talk freely while Class is in session!" "The other kids here were talking!" "Class hadn't begun, yet." Alex thought about it for a second. "When did Class begin?" "It began when I started giving the lesson." "Oh... So, if you stop giving the lesson, I can talk with Ariel?" Bigger laughter now. Ariel wished she could crawl inside the desk. "During Class it is acceptable to ask questions only if it pertains to the lesson. But I will take my teacher's prerogative, and ask a question not part of the lesson: Mr. Knight, why have you not talked to Miss Dey before you entered this Class?" Alex looked at Ariel, and in a tone that stopped all the giggles, "Because she would never talk to me. I missed you Ariel." *** Alex Knight spent the rest of the fifty minutes with his hands on his desktop, staring at Ariel. Ariel had spent that time feeling like dirt. A bell rang. "Hayyah!" Alex shouted, throwing both clawed hands halfway out into the aisle on either side of him. The rest of the Class involuntarily jumped. Had anybody been standing next to him, they would have been hurt from just the force of that startle response. Something more to add to the rumors about the mysterious Alex Knight. "Mr. Knight, may I see you?" the teacher said. "Class is over! I get to talk to Ariel!" Alex told the teacher, rising to do just that. "Alex!" a deeply red Ariel told him. "This is not the time! Wait until we can be more private," she said, jerking her head to all those around them, looking and listening. "My whole life has been "private". I want to start my new life right away!" "Mr. Knight," the teacher had walked up to the couple. "We do something around here called "homework". I would like you to know you need books and paper and other school supplies for that." "I don't need any of that." More rumor mongering. "Oh? And what makes you, besides the obvious, so special?" "I have a photographic memory." Crash! Instantly there were those in the audience who hated him. "Mr. Knight. That may well be so. But we poor teachers have to be convinced. That is why we have homework and exams. Come with me, and I will give you a list of the prerequisite materials. "Ariel!" Alex cried, as she slipped from his grasp again. *** "Ariel! Ariel?! Where are you?!" Alex cried in the middle of the hallway. The bell rang. The hall was mostly empty. "You're suppose to be in your class," Sgt. Merdich told him, coming up the hall from the other end. "I just came from Class," Alex told the adult. "Now you go to your next class!" the man stopped in front of the troublemaker. "Is that where Ariel is?" "How should I know! Didn't you get your schedule of classes?!" "They gave me a bunch of papers," he said, reaching into his pocket. "Didn't you read any of them?!" the big man leaned over him. "I, I can't read them in the light." he confessed. "Then we'll just have to take you to somebody who can read them all to you!" the man with the face merged with his neck stuck it in the young man's face. *** While he was waiting outside the VP's office (she was arguing with the sergeant for interrupting her interrogation of Adam Westby), Alex looked at the unfolded papers in his hand. Glancing around (the secretaries seemed very busy with other stuff), he undid the latch that held his dark glasses strapped (lost under his long hair) to his head. The pale skinned, dark blond girl looked at the papers in her hand. She shuffled through the papers, committing each to memory. The next-to-the last was the schedule. "And I tell you, this kid will prove even more of a disruptor than that Adam gangster!" The girl hurried, putting the papers up by the side of the face he'd turned away, to put the dark glasses back on. "I thought you said Alex Knight was with you?!" Ms. Weatherwax said, infuriated at the tin badge soldier. Rats! Too late! The girl thought, quickly putting the glasses under his shirts in its secret holder. "He's gone!! He's a felon who's skipped without bail!" Merdich said in his big, loud voice. He pulled up his radio, "All units in the vicinity of the main building, be on the look out for Alex Knight! Light blond hair, tan, flannel shirt, tee shirt with a circus logo..." as he spoke, he noticed that girl again. She was sitting right were the perp should be. The girl smiled up at him, sweet and innocent like. Oh, I get it! He turned to the VP, and glared at her. She wouldn't believe him without proof. Good! This was just what he'd been waiting for since he came to this place. Merdich finished his description. "I shall personally join you in the posse. Standby for further instructions. Out!" As he left, he nodded his head, and said to the VP, "Ma'am!" "That man has got to go," Weatherwax said after he'd left. She turned to go back into her office, when she stopped to look at the girl. "Yes?" "Nothing!" the girl said, continuing with the obvious (and suspicious) act. "I see by your papers you're new to this school." The girl looked down at those in her hand, wishing she had thought to make those disappear out of sight, too. She didn't know what to say. She said nothing. "Well? Why are you here, and not in class?" the VP stood, arms crossed like she wasn't going to go anywhere until she got an answer. "D, don't you have somebody waiting, in your office?" "I'd only be telling him what I've already told him a hundred times before. Now, young lady, the subject at hand is you." The girl, nervous as hell, looked away from the woman, and down at the papers. They had HIS name on them!! "I, I, I found these!! I thought whoever lost them might need them so I brought them here 'cause I didn't know what else to do with them other than throw them in the trash but that wouldn't be right..." Was he ever going to end this sentence?! "I'll make sure the rightful owner gets them," the woman held out her hand for the papers. "Yes, uh, ma'am. They're, like, for a boy. Alex Knight?" "We've met. Now, what class are you suppose to be in?" she said, taking them. Double, triple Rats! He hadn't had a chance to 'photograph' the schedule! What sounded good? He just came from biology. Would they have two biology classes in one day? "Having a little trouble answering?" the VP asked, truly suspicious now. "Do you even have a student ID?" "An ID? I have one! But I can't show it to you. I mean, it was, stolen! Somebody else has my identity!" That sounded crazy even to the panicking girl. "We can offer you a visitor's pass. You can redo the registration, and be issued a new packet of papers. But we will require some proof of your identity, Miss..." Rats! Rats! Who else could he be --Other than, " DEY! My name is Alex Dey!" *** "Who is the new babe?" Adam Westby asked. "You like the way she looks?!" Ben Bentson asked. "No talking, you two!" the policewoman told them. "You Bentson are here for running an illegal betting pool." "As for why you're here, Adam Westby, I can only hope there is enough evidence to have you expelled." "It'll never happen," Westby grinned. "Not as long my mom is on the school board." The radio on the officer's belt, "Any one in the vicinity, there is a flannel shirt coming down stairway M1 from the second floor. Intercept!" "Tolken reporting, sir! On my way!" the policewoman said, leaving. But not before giving the two juveniles a warning glance. "So, what's the word on the new guy, Alex Knight?!" Bentson asked Westby. "I don't need to know anything. The guy's out of here at noon. Now, the important question: Who's the new babe?!" "Don't know," Bentson shrugged. "My scouts haven't said a word about her." "Have them find out!" "Again, Adam: Why?? There are chicks around here who look like chicks!" "So? Put the right clothes on her (heh, heh), and she'll look like a chick. Better!" "Oh...! I get you. Think you can tame her?" "Care to make a bet?" *** "So, you're a cousin of Alex Knight," Ms. Weatherwax said handing the girl the pass. "Yes, ma'am. I, uh, live with him. You've talked with my, Uncle. He's my, uh, guardian." "Strange. I thought sure anything like that would've made the news. "Girl Comes to Live in a World of Darkness"." "If you'd noticed, the family is old news. They like it that way. It makes them feel like freaks." "I understand. But, uh...." "I couldn't live with them until their diagnosis was shown to be wrong. I, uh, you see, have the opposite problem. Either too much, or too little. It runs in the family. Genetics." "Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. Or glad, I suppose. And before the Knights?" "Don't ask. I'd rather not talk about it. The records will explain everything, I'm sure." *** The girl looked again at Alex Dey's school schedule. It was also Alex Knight's. She had made sure of that. (She pulled the dark glasses out of their special hiding place under his shirts, underneath the left armpit.) She had 'photographed' his schedule when the VP'ed laid his packet of papers down. He looked at the school map again. He had memorized it, but he wanted to make sure he got to Social Studies. That was where Ariel Dey was. The door opened. The class looked up. The legend had arrived. "Ariel. Tell me when we can talk," he said in as quiet a voice as he could. Ariel groaned. "Remember you're on the second floor," she said to herself. "What is the meaning of this disruption, Mister!" a woman who appeared nearly as young as those she taught asked, trying to sound older. "Ariel made an appointment with me, but forgot to tell me when," he explained in all sincerity. Again there were giggles and laughter. The woman picked up her radio, "We have a disturbance in Room 206!" "No, Mrs. Lui! Alex didn't know any better! It's his first at any school!" Ariel found herself up on her feet defending the idiot. "I did something wrong again, didn't I?" Alex said. "This is Room 206! Is anybody going to answer--" "I'm on my way, Room 206! Was delayed by a false sighting of a flannel!" "Rats!!" Alex cried, hearing the voice on the other end of the radio practically on the other side of the door. This time, he ran! He ran for the aisle in front of him, and head for the back of the room, and the display of local artifacts (most notably, from "Lost Indian Caverns"). The class thought. They all gasped, many jumping to their feet. Ariel, though, plopped into her seat, and hid her face. "Only Alex would think to jump out of a two story high window." *** Not bothering to look down, knowing he could find the toeholds and fingerholds blindfolded (which he practically was), Alex quickly made it down the brick side. "Well, well. This must be that Knight guy, Adam wanted us to keep an eye out for." Alex looked over his shoulder. The dark glasses did not allow him to get anything but a dim view of the three people below him. But his other senses helped to give him a more detailed picture. "Daredevil" had always been his favorite superhero. Of course, Alex wasn't that good! The large guy talking, despite his show of being the 'head henchman', was impressed by what Alex was doing. "We skipped because of him!" the smallest said, sounding more than just impressed. "Skip out on us, Wes, and nobody's going to watch your back the next time you try and skip." The third guy, more average than the others, refused to be impressed. Alex decided to go back up the wall. He'd only taken a couple of arm-stretches up, when that police officer (even in his darkness, there was no mistaking that shape) stuck his head and shoulders out of the window. "Halt, trespasser!! You're under detention!!" "It's the Enforcer!" "Easy, Wes! We've got the hall pass remember?!" "Yeah! We're doing our 'civic' duty, if we get to the creep before the Big Man!" The only option seemed to go sideways. Going nearly as fast as a speed walker, Alex Knight made his way across the face of the wall, to the cheers of those struggling to keep their places at the opened windows of the social studies class. It was quicker and easier to go on the windowsills of the first floor. More classes were disrupted, as bored, anxious, and daydreaming students saw a boy pluck the window muntins as if he were playing a giant's guitar. "He's not human!" "Neither am I! Just let me get my hands on him!" "Think it's time to use the "secret weapon"?!" "Not with Big Man around, jerk!" Alex was off of one sill, and, one, two large steps on brick, he was on the next. The next was the office. And who should be looking right at him? He fell backwards in surprise. Right into waiting arms. Momentum was on his side: He curled his legs into a ball, and then thrust them upwards into the air. The timing was perfect enough to bring the average guy and bigger guy down with him. He tumbled up onto his feet, into the classic attack/defend position of martial arts. "Weasel! Get him!" the Ahead henchman" yelled. The smallest of them took a deep breath, and-- "Boo!" --Ran! "You can't take on two of us!" the first boy said, the last of them to get to their feet. "I'll never know until I try. I've never been in a fight before." "Ha! Then let us--" WHEEET! WHEEET! *** "We didn't fight! Did we, Joe?!" ("No. We didn't fight!") "Nobody saw us fight?! Did they, Joe?!" ("Nobody. We didn't fight.") "Anybody who sez we did, is lying!! Right, Joe?!" ("Lying. We didn't fight!") "We just met the weirdo! Didn't we, Joe?!" ("He's a Weirdo! A Freak of Nature! Super Unnatural!)" Alex, waiting his turn outside the Vice Principal's office, hung his head and sighed. The biggest day of his life wasn't starting out the way he'd hoped. "Don't even think about getting away this time, Juve," Merdich said, his arms tightly crossed over his barrel chest; he'd pulled out one of the chairs from the wall, and was sitting at an angle he could keep an eye on him. A bell rang. "That means there are more classes, right?" Alex asked. "You are dumb, aren't you? Why aren't you in special ed?" Alex looked at one of the big clocks in the office. It was ten minutes before the hour. That's it! "I have to go to the bathroom." "I've heard that story before." Merdich said gruffly. "Okay. But will anybody mind if I, uh.... I mean, I don't want to, but..." *** How does a girl get out of the boy's room? The golden haired Alex Dey wondered inside one of the stalls. The windows had grills over them. "Hurry up in there!" Merdich ordered. There was no response. "I knew that guy couldn't be trusted! --Open up!! Open up in the name of the law!!" the cop tried to tear the stall door open by the handle. "There are other stalls," a boy who'd just came in suggested. "Right! The others!" Merdich cried, first opening one: Empty! Then the one on the other side -- "Ah, ha! Locked!" POUND! POUND! "I know you're in there, fugitive!" "I didn't DO anything!!" a third boy cried out, scared. "I KNOW you sneaked under the stalls, looser!!" Merdich said, bending over to look under each of them, opening the doors of any which didn't have feet. He almost pounded on a door that had shoes almost like the escapee. "Run! He's after you!!" an odd sounding boy's voice yelled. Merdich looked up, and: He saw the swinging door of the rest room swinging out for the hall. "Stop! Stop in the name of Local Education!!" the cop ordered, racing after the disrespector of authority. The second boy breathed a sigh of relief as he turned to use one of the stalls. In front of him jumped, from the top of one, a... The dark blond hair was pushed under a red baseball cap; the face looked too feminine (there was no makeup, though); but his chest was flat. And the baggy shirt hid most any evidence of curves. The guy(?) smiled (No guy smiled like that, did they?!), touched his bill, and left. *** "Why are we doing this?!" Lyza gasped to Ariel, standing beside her and doing knee-kicks in the approved manner. "It's not like it's really required in this school!" "In this school being in shape is a requirement," Ariel said, barely out of breath as she touched her knee to her elbows, one at a time. "You never know when the Elements will pay you some attention!" "You make it sound this school is in some tough ghetto or something!" her legs weren't coming up as high again with each movement. "That's the way the cops treat it. And us." Ariel lifted her knees even higher, frowning as if to touch them. "Let them, I always say: Let Them be the ones who have to stay in shape!" "Lyza!" Ariel stopped. "What happened to, "We need a leader"?!" "So let him be the strong leader; I'm a weak follower," Lyza said, welcoming the excuse to stop. Tweet! "Girls! If you're going to be in this gym class, you're going to be in this gym class! On you're backs for leg thrusts!" Lyza whined a groan. Ariel had already dropped to her back. "Where's that ball of energy you normally are?!" "My energy goes out as soon as I come into school!" Lyza said, lying down. Ariel was lifting her knees back for her elbows again (this time, having to bend her back to get the them together). "If you had come with me to Alex's you'd have energy!" "Yeah, we all see what kind of energy he has!" "Everything's new to him! Okay!?" Now she was hitting her elbows and knees. "You make him sound like he's one of those aliens on TV sitcoms!" Lyza was just doing enough 'exercising' to fake it (she hoped). "He's not that bad. He does have some common sense!" "Yes. You may join this class; join the others." "If you like the guy so much, why did you drop him so thoroughly, Ariel?" Lyza asked. "Yes. Why did you, Ariel?!" Ariel looked at the girl in gym clothes who had placed herself next to her (forcing the girl on the row beside Ariel to move over). "What is it to you?!" "I, uh, am his cousin. Alex Dey!" she said trying to imitate her (and the other girl's he'd seen). "Hey! Same as you, Ariel! Maybe you're related, too!" Lyza said, welcoming the excuse to stop. "You do look a lot like him," Ariel said. There was something about this girl. "He, uh, like, told me you were his only friend." "Hmf! Not friends enough! Friends don't do to friends what He wanted to do!" "But he did do it, Ariel!!" Ariel's legs unbent, all voluntary action having let. "He did kill himself!!" Ariel stopped at the announcement of this strange news. The golden haired girl grinned at her the way only Alex Knight could, "It was the BEST thing that has ever happened to him!!" The End Will Ariel figure out who the new girl is? Will the girl be stupid enough to tell her? How many others will know about it? What is the cause of the condition? And why was he kept in the dark about it? The next story: "Spe-LUNK!"