Section 2: At School
Jaiden held his hand in front of his mouth and yawned loudly.
The teacher whipped around to glare at her unmotivated students, sending her red braids flying around. They hit an unfortunate student, who just happened to be walking past, squarely in the face.
"Ow." He complained, bringing his hand up to his face and holding his cheek.
The whole class burst into laughter. The teacher's face turned red.
"What were you doing and why are you just walking around in the middle of my class!?" Mrs Miller asked, instead of apologizing.
"Um, I was going to throw away my eraser shavings..."
"And why can't that wait until my class is finished?" asked the hot headed teacher, and just as she did so, the bell rang.
The boy grinned.
"But it is finished." He said smugly and continued his journey to the trash can.
Finally! Jaiden packed his books back into his bag and got out his lunch instead. They did sell food in the cafeteria, but he preferred to bring his own. His next lesson would be in the same classroom, so he just left the bag where it was and walked out into the hallway. Making his way to the cafeteria, he reviewed yesterday's events. He'd been really lucky that his mom hadn't noticed him sneak into his room at midnight, or she would have grounded him. She never really seemed to care what he did during the day, but for some strange reason she always insisted that he be back by 10 o’clock.
He sat down at a small, unoccupied table where he had clear view of the other students. At the table across from his, five girls sat together and gossiped about shoes. Out of sheer boredom, Jaiden decided to eavesdrop on them. Once they were done talking about shoes, they moved onto an equally interesting topic: earrings!
Jeez! He rolled his eyes. How can they stand this? Don't they ever get bored?
He got out his cell phone and, hiding it under the table, switched it on. For some strange reason, even though the middle ages were long over, students were still not allowed to use cell phones at school. Of course, everybody still did, and even most teachers had accepted that there was nothing they could do about it. Still, I shouldn't be taking any unnecessary risks. He thought as he took the unnecessary risk. With a swift glance to check that no teachers were around, Jaiden accessed the data bank of his mom's privately owned collection city.
It took him a few moments of thought before remembered the code on Remo's neck, but once he did, he decided to look it up. Those cat-eyes intrigued him. After typing the code into the search bar, he had to wait for the information to load. The first thing he saw was a picture of a six year old with scruffy black hair and catlike yellow eyes. In the picture, the burn mark on it's neck still looked fresh and painful. Underneath the picture, the name 'Remo Arnolds' was written in blue letters.
Wow, that thing actually told me it's real name. Jaiden realized, a little surprised. He clicked on the picture to see what other information the database had to offer.