The New Kid

~~~Sky's P.O.V.~~~

Some of the class cheers as we hear over the intercom to the classroom that a new student is coming. The bullies in the back crack their knuckles, sending shivers down my spine, and the rest just grumble, not caring.

I'm one of the few cheering, for I'm excited to see someone new. "Alright, everyone," Mr. Wagner, our social studies teacher says, "he'll be coming in a few minutes, but expect everyone to act the same as you are now."

I hope he really doesn't mean that, because I can barely stay in my seat. Mr. Wagner looks at me, smiling and making me smile too, "just calm down, Sky," he jokes, "you'll meet him soon." I just laugh to myself and continue working on writing notes.

A few minutes later the new student walks into the room, holding his books close to his chest, his book bag hanging loosely over his shoulders. The secretary follows close behind him, pulling the hood off his head angrily, revealing his jet black hair. I guess he didn't make a good impression.

The secretary pushes him forward, a hand firmly on his back. He stumbles but manages to stay upright. She pushes him to the front, stopping next to my desk, for it was in the front row. Mr. Wagner meets both of them there.

They chat for a while, the whole time the new kids head hanging low. A few sentences make their way to me though.

The secretary sneers angrily, "don't try to ask him any questions," she says lowly, not knowing I can hear, "he doesn't talk." A mute? Never had someone like that before, he's gonna have fun with the bullies.

"Okay," Mr. Wagner says after a while, clapping his hands, "Martin, you can sit next to Sky. Sky say hi!" I sit up straight and smile brightly, waving my hand.

Martin smiles too, his eyes brightening up slightly under his thick, 'nerd glasses' as everyone says. He walks over to the desk next to me, hanging his book bag over his chair and sitting down.

Martin looks at my desk, seeing what I have and then pulling the same things out of his book bag. I see him look at me, and I smile, earning a soft giggle from him. I look back down at my notes, writing down what's on the board. I begin to think, that laugh sounded familiar.

I push aside the thought as I here the bell ring. I quickly throw together my things and walk out of the room. My friend Jordan, runs up to me and walks beside me, beginning to talk. "Sky?" He asks.

"That's me!" I respond with a smile.

He rolls his eyes, "do you know about that movie star that went missing?" He asks, "Bodil, I believe."

I nod, raising my eyebrow, "what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, he disappeared, no one knows where he went," He explains, "Some people think that it's Martin."

I chuckle, "what would be the odds that he would be HERE at our school?! Besides, how would you even know that?"

"Well, a while ago he admitted his real name to being Martin, and he looks like him. You know how he's a mute too, right?" He asks, "Bodil has a thick accent, and his laugh is unmistakable, so if it is him, he wouldn't want anybody to recognize it, right?"

I raise my eyebrow, "well, I guess you're right, but I'm not gonna believe in rumors. Maybe he is Bodil, maybe he's just Martin, who knows."

Jordan shrugs as we walk into our next class, "it'd still be awesome."

We both sit down right next to each other, still chatting even after the bell. "Ya, it'd be cool, but I'd treat him like everyone else. No special treatment," I explain.

Jordan just stares, but eventually nods, turning to face the front. I scan the room to see Martin sitting in the way back, where nobody else was sitting. His hood was up again and his head low, doodling in his notebook.

A substitute walks into the room, beginning to babble before making it to the desk. "Alright class, I'm your teacher for the day- hey you! In the back," she says, pointing to the back of the room. Everyone twists around to see Martin slowly looking up to meet the teachers gaze. "What's your name?"

I watch as fear fills his eyes, and he says nothing. The silence and tension in the room is to much for me, "it's Martin," I say.

The teacher looks at me angrily, "I wasn't asking you, but fine. Martin, " she sneers, "take your hood off. You're not suppose to have them in school."

Everyone grumbles and goes back to what ever they were doing, probably angry I didn't make the new kid talk. I turn around to look at Martin, who sighs in relief and pulls his hood down. He sees me looking at him and smiles, mouthing 'thank you.'

I smile back, 'no problem!'

The class listens to the teacher babble on and on about stuff until the bell rings. Everyone heads off to another class, including Martin. I walk alone to math, wishing the day would go faster.

~~time skip of magic because jfndknfmdksojxnf *poof*~~~

I sit at a lunch table, tapping on my head and waiting for my table to be called. After a while I groan and stand up, sneaking out of the cafeteria and heading towards the bathroom, not caring if I don't have permission.

About halfway there I hear a 'bang' around the corner. I run to the corner and peer around it, seeing Martin pushed up against the lockers by three of the school bullies. He squirms in their grasp, but his efforts are useless, the idiots are too strong.

"S-stop!" Martin yells. I know now for sure his voice is familiar, I just hope nobody else heard it.

"The baby wants us to stop?" The boy holding him against the lockers coos, pushing Martin back more, pushing a lock into his back.

Martin yelps and tries to kick, but he can't pull his legs up without hurting himself more. I growl and run out from behind the corner, "leave him alone!" I yell.

The bully smirks, signaling for his two friends, "get him."

They sneer, running at me. Such idiots.

Just... Idiots.

The first one runs at me, trying to grab my hair. I duck down and quickly stick out my foot, resulting in the bully tripping, making him fall face first into the wall.

I just laugh, standing up. I feel a tap on my shoulder and twist around, ducking again as the other ones fist flies through the air where my head use to be.

I growl again and push him back, making him stumble backwards into the lockers. I quickly stand up and fling myself at him, pinning him by his shoulders. I knee his stomach, and he buckles over. I use his action to my advantage, pushing him to the ground.

I turn back to Martin and the other bully, who still had him pressed to the lockers. He snarls, dropping Martin to the ground, making his glasses fall off and break. The bully walks up to me, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white.

He fools me by flinging his fist at me, I sidestep by instinct, but it was a mistake. He uses his other fist to punch me in the gut, making me yelp and fall to my hands and knees, one hand propping me up, and the other over my stomach.

The bully laughs, forcing me down onto my stomach with his foot. "Heh," he laughs, "not so tough anymo- oof!"

I look up to see the bully being pulled back, two hands on his shoulders. He falls onto his back, Martin standing beside him. He stomps on his stomach, "don't mess with my friends!" Martin yells, his accent clearly audible. The other two bullies had ditched their friend, and he stood up to run as well.

I stand up shakily, wanting to throw up. I lean against the wall, and Martin quickly runs over to me. "Are you okay?!" He asks franticly.

I chuckle, but he slings my arm over his shoulder anyway. I try to stand straight, but the knot in my stomach makes me slouch over again. We begin walking, to the nurses office I guess. "Hey,"  I whisper, making him look at me, "I know who you are."

Martin looks at me confused, then stops walking. "O-oh," he whispers back, worry in his eyes.

I smile, "but your secrets safe with me."