Adventures of Wombats - Intro + Chapter 1 + 1 1/2

[meerkatgirl]

Hey, this is a new story I've been writing for... about an hour. But - I think it's decent so far (hopefully). Anyway, it doesn't really have one major plot line, but rather several smaller ones. It also changes between several narrators. It starts out with Max, an eleven year old new student at a boarding school. No, I do not really any knowledge of Catholic schools, or of how guys think. Being an older teenage girl makes this a bit more difficult...
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Introduction
“You know what animals are weird?”

“No, what?”

“Wombats.”

“No s--- dude, no s---.”

“Wanna know why they’re weird?”

“Not really.”

“They’re like rabbits and mice and chinchillas all in one. And they’re giant. So like… super rodents.”

“Okay… I think you should probably get some sleep.”

“Why?”

“You sound like you’re stoned. Of course, if you are stoned, you’re an idiot. If not… never mind, you’re still an idiot.”

…

“You awake? Never mind, you’re snoring. ‘Night.”

[meerkatgirl]

Chapters
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 1/2

[megankb]

hello uhm, i signed the hunger petition, but where did you get it? even just PMing it to me is fine, because i can quote it and get the URL. thanks!

[meerkatgirl]

The picture? I resized that from the website myself. The petition itself? From the website it's linked to; you can make your own account if you want.

But, you should have just PM'd me about that. Your post has nothing to do with my writing topic...

[meerkatgirl]

Chapter 1- September 1 (Max)

“Hey man, you stayin’ here too?” I strolled into the room and dumped my stuff on the empty bed.

“Uh… y-yeah.” He shuffled around for a second, before sticking out his hand awkwardly. “I’m Westly!”

“Westly, huh?” I put on my innocent face and shook his hand.

“It… it’s a family name.” He started quietly, his ears growing red. “My full name’s Westly Arthur Marcus Oxley III…” His voice got even quieter and trailed off.

“Hmm… Well I’m Max. My dad shipped me off to this [censored] school after I got kicked out of the military academy. Really unoriginal that man…” I threw down my suitcase, which I had dropped to shake Westly’s hand, onto the bed. I was emptying it into the beat up dresser when the ancient loudspeaker crackled to life.

“Welcome to St. Peter’s Catholic School for Boys. All returning students, your dorm rooms have not changed. All new students can pick up their dorm numbers and schedules in the main office near the front gate. Dinner will be at 6 sharp, another announcement will be given then. Have a good day students, and remember classes start on Monday.”

I paused for a second after the mandatory beginning-of-the-year announcements were over. After a few seconds, the voice returned, a bit annoyed.

“And would the owner of the frog terrarium please come and dispose of their animals, as it is against school policy to have pets within school grounds."

I smirked and shut the drawer. “Well, nice meeting you Westly, but I’ve got some frogs to pick up. Catch you later.” I was pretty sure Westly dropped the socks he was refolding.

[meerkatgirl]

Chapter 1 ½ – September 1 (Westly)

I arrived in my room at 4 PM. It was the same dorm as last year, thankfully. I had been taking out my clothes and refolding them for about twenty minutes before another boy walked in.

“Hey man, you stayin’ here too?”

“Uh… y-yeah.” I fumbled with the shirt I was holding for a second before sticking my hand out awkwardly. “I’m Westly!” Damn it. Eleven year old boys don’t shake hands. Why did I do that?

“Westly, huh?” He looked like he was going to laugh, but shook my hand anyways.

“It… it’s a family name.” I felt my ears growing hot. “My full name’s Westly Arthur Marcus Oxley III…” I trailed off, getting even more embarrassed.

“Hmm… Well I’m Max. My dad shipped me off to this [censored] school after I got kicked out of the military academy. Really unoriginal that man…” He threw down his suitcase on the empty bed and was stuffing his clothes into the old dresser on the other side of the room when the ancient loudspeaker crackled to life.

“Welcome to St. Peter’s Catholic School for Boys. All returning students, your dorm rooms have not changed. All new students can pick up their dorm numbers and schedules in the main office near the front gate. Dinner will be at 6 sharp, another announcement will be given then. Have a good day students, and remember classes start on Monday.”

He paused when the announcements ended, as if he was waiting for something else. After a moment, it did, though this time a bit annoyed.

“And would the owner of the frog terrarium please come and dispose of their animals, as it is against school policy to have pets within school grounds."

He turned and spoke. “Well, nice meeting you Westly, but I’ve got some frogs to pick up. Catch you later.” Oh god. Frogs. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what he was going to do with them.

Damn it - dropped my socks.