I walk in class, where I was first. A man with a small, scruffy beard wearing a checkered shirt and glasses sat in a chair. "Oh!" he said, noticing me. "You must be the new kid, am I not mistaking?"
"Blue Blitz." I said, putting out my hand for a handshake.
"Well, welcome to History." he said, giving me a handshake. "I'm Mr. Goetz. Take a seat at the back row." He pointed at the back seat. "That's where you'll be sitting."
"Alright." I responded, moving to the back row. I sat comfortably in my chair, when suddenly, Indigo appeared in the doorway.
She walked to her desk, which was two desks in front of me. She just had her history textbook and two notebooks. One labeled 'History' and the other labeled nothing. "Afternoon, Mr. Goetz." she said.
"Afternoon, Zap." he said in response. Zap sat back, looking through her history book.
"Sup." I said from behind. Indigo looked back.
"Oh, hey." she said, noticing me. "Well, looks like you're fast. Always used to be first."
"Hah." I said with a smirk. "I'm always fast when it comes to getting in class."
"How far is your locker?" she asked.
"Third floor." I answered.
Her eyes widened. "Wow. You really are quick, man. How do you get from third floor to first like that?"
"Speed." I responded. I kicked back, then had a history book in front of me.
"Here's your book." Mr. Goetz said with a smile. "Hope you enjoy the class."
As he went back to his desk, I mouthed to Indigo, 'Is it good?'.
She nodded fast. 'Totally!' she mouthed back.
I kept that in mind, and when the rest of the class got in before the bell, Goetz sat on a stool in front of the chalkboard. The bell soon rung.
"Alright, class," he said once the bell stopped ringing. "For those who are familiar and for those who aren't, we have a new student." He gestured his hand towards me, basically showing me to the class. "So, if you may, would you please introduce yourself?"
'Not like I did this like five times...' I said in my head. I stood up. "So, I just... go up to the stool?" I ask.
He nodded. "Aw, come on, don't be shy. We're a good class."
"I didn't say I was." I said, though honestly I was kinda nervous. I mean, I don't have good guts when it came to speaking in front of the class, or to the public, for that matter. "So..." I said as I comfortably sat on the stool, kicking my legs. "Uh... Hi, my name is Blue Blitz." I introduced with a wave. "Uh... And I came from Vanhoover, and my birthday is June 13th." I then struggle in my head on what else to say.
"Any hobbies or sports?" Goetz asks, trying to get me to say more.
"Oh, well I just sit home and do stuff. Video games, television, just being a lazy guy." I then notice Indigo, who was slouching in her chair. "And... I also have thought about, uh, doing some boxing club you guys have here?"
Goetz looked surprised. "Boxing?" he said. "That's pretty interesting. Are you really doing that?"
I nodded. "I mean, I'll try." I cleared my throat. "Anyways, other than that I love history."
"Then you're in the right place." Goetz said with a sure smile. "Anything else? Family?"
"Oh..." I said. "My parents are, uh..." I took a deep breath. "My dad is a cop here, so that's why we moved... and my mom..." I tried thinking of a way to NOT bring up my mother's... ways... "Just died." Goetz listened on.
"I'm sorry for your loss." he said.
"But m-my grandfather was a boxer." I slowly nodded, and tried to get this over with.
But wait, there's more! "Oh, well that's pretty cool. Any future?" he asks, which I raise a brow. "Future job? Doctor, engineer, businessman? Maybe even boxing?"
I then remember one job I wanna try out for. "Show producer." I said. "I can imagine having a hit on television networks." Honestly, the list of future jobs wasn't really much.
"Interesting." he said, scratching his beard. "Any crushes in the school?" he then asks, making me wildly blush.
"Uh... S-say again?" I asked, trying to make him rephrase, but he only chuckled, along with the laughing class, some girls giggling.
"I'm only joking, Blitz." Goetz said with a hearty laugh. "That's to yourself. But by the looks of it, you might have one already." I try to say something, but he interrupts. "But hey, I'm not one to know. You can go back to your seat now." He smiled, and I immediately walk towards my seat and sit down, still having a crimson face.
"Do you?" asked a classmate next to me. I didn't bother to look at her face.
"No." I lied, hiding my face with the textbook.
So time passes in the class, and we were on about D-Day in Prance, which was an interesting subject. Though, the next thing that comes up is a group project, where our rows work together to do one worksheet. Which means... Indigo.
"Alright, let's do this." I said, grouped up with the others. I place the sheet down and we all start co-operating. There were five of us, including Indigo, who was actually pretty smart on this stuff. She and I did most of the work, and it flew by quick. Really quick.
We were the first ones done, so we just sat back and kinda chatted. While the other three were talking, the girls gossiping about something in their little circle, me and Indigo kinda had a chat.
"So, is this like your favorite class or something?" I ask.
"Nah. Gym's my pleasure." she said, crossing her arms with a smirk on her face. "Why?"
"Well cause I asked you if this class was good as Goetz said and you nodded like crazy."
"Well, it really is. It's a nice, fun class. And besides, I'm a fan of history. Little fact that many of my friends don't know so I don't sound like a geek."
"Hey, same here." I admitted. "So, you're not a geek and you ain't alone."
"Heh. Thanks. I mean, kinda have that 'cool and badass girl' thing, you know?" I nodded. "Of course, no offense to Sugar. She's still cool."
"I mean, hey, we got a nerd in all of us, right?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I suppose." she admitted.
Awkward silence commenced again. "Well..." I said. "I am actually signing up, but question is... where is it?"
"Oh, it's down the hall in the fitness room." she answered. "The announcements will say so." As I nodded, she tapped my shoulder to get my attention again. "And, uh, are you sure about this?"
"Yeah." I answered. Truly, I was. It looked interesting, and I might as well try something new. Besides, once again, grandfather did this, so might as well see if his fighting spirit is in me.
"Well... I'm just making sure." she said. "I mean, boxing is serious business, and you're like looking at brick walls. And every time you have to rush at them, and if you aren't strong enough, you'll break your face."
"Are you... trying to get me to stop?" I ask, a little frustrated and irritated.
"No." she answered with a little shocked expression as if she didn't expect that. "I just want you to understand it ain't no football game."
"I can clearly see that." I said, remembering walking out of the cafeteria to see Sandman standing over a kid with bruises, clearly knocked out and put to sleep. "But hey, I'm trying out, so chances are, I may or may not fight."
"Alright," she said. "It's... your choice."
I started to kinda cock my eyebrow a bit and was a little confused. Indigo was being slightly strange, and she seemed like she really didn't want me to do boxing, but perhaps I'm taking it wrong. Maybe it's something else? I tended to just ignore it, as soon the announcements came on.
Blah, blah, blah, the announcements roll as I tried to listen for-
"Boxing tryouts are held today, and will be hosted in the fitness center. Again, boxing tryouts are held in the fitness center."
Perfect. As soon as the bell rang the next minute, we turned in the sheet, and walked out. But before that happened, I turned to Indigo.
"Hey." I said to Indigo, who was about to run off to her locker. She turns around to look at me. "Catcha later. Wish me luck!"
"Alright..." she said softly. And soon, I treaded my way to the glorious, sweaty, and absolutely large fitness center. What can possibly go wrong?