Pushing the door open, Fahren stumbled from the seat beside Taryn,
and out into the fresh air of the Explorer Academy. She stared at
it for a few seconds, a grin slowly spreading across her face.
Turning on her heel, she hurriedly tugged her bags from below the
seat, tripping over herself in the process. Several popping noises
made her turn towards Kris, whom she stared at, grimacing a
little.
"Was that your spine?" She asked, quite puzzled, before
gasping. "Did you break it? Do you need CPR? Are you going to die?"
She seemed a little.. over-excited, to say the least.
The Russian boy turned and looked at Fahren, then shrugged. "Do I
look dead? Am I gasping for air? Am I standing?" After a moment of
looking at himself, Kris looked back at Fahren. Clearly, he was
waiting for an answer. He seemed to have grown up that way, where
every question was given an answer. But he was also trained
that way, where every grumble was spoken loudly, every insult was
thrown back, and every question was answered, no matter what.
The Australian blinked several times. "U-uhh.." Was her only
response to the Russian boy's questioning, not sure whether to take
it as an insult or a joke. Her sunglasses shone with white
sunlight, her thick black hoodie standing proudly against the
bright sky. She gulped a little, though not enough to be
noticeable. Something about the boy rather indimidated her.
"Well, no.." She managed to respond, her accent picking up on each
word as she spoke. "But ya never know." But ye n-ei-va
kno-oh-w. She huffed slightly, remembering how much she hated
her accent. Perhaps she could pick up a new one here.
"How does one not know if they have broken back? Surely they would
be in much pain, da?" After a moment, Kris opened the leather pouch
on his arm and pulled something from it. A small piece of paper,
that was read for only a few seconds before being slid back inside
the bag. Clipping the bag shut, he looked back to Fahren, awaiting
the answer.
"Well, yeah.." Fahren was now feeling rather idiotic, her eyes
lowered to the ground, shoulders a little slumped. Seemingly for no
reason, though, she picked herself up again and beamed at Kris. "Or
they could be under the.. pain-numbing injection thingy," she
suggested, shrugging.
"Anyway, are you from.. Poland? I've never seen anybody from around
there." It was obvious that she had very little intellect, not
knowing that his accent was Russian. Indeed, she hadn't a clue what
a Polish accent would sound like. The only places she had ever been
was around Australia, and some occasional visits to New Zealand -
nothing too exciting for her.
Kris was ultimately taken aback by the idea that he was from
Poland. "Poland? Poh-land? Nyet! I am from Russia, this is Russian
accent! You are Australian? Have you been anywhere away from
homeland?" He was energetic with his answers, to say the least. His
voice was stern, almost reinforced by the assumption he was from
Poland.
Miles slipped out of the car alongside the other students, listen
to what he assumed to he a quarrel. Though perhaps it was a little
too energetic for that. "Maybe you could save it for later, yea?"
He finally asked. It was probably a little rude, but he didn't
care. The back and forth of the two students was getting on his
nerves.
"Russia?" Fahren seemed quite confused by this. "I could've sworn
that was Polish.." She mumbled, whilst giggling a little at his
response. "And yes, I'm from Australia. Best country by far." She
grinned, pulling her sleeves over her hands to warm them. The
temperature difference was certainly quite a leap from Australia to
here, leaving her teeth chattering a little. "And no, never been
far from home. Been to New Zealand a few times," she said, smiling
at the distant memories of that place. This turned into a frown as
she remembered that the boy was from Russia - a mythological,
imaginary country in her rather small brain.
"I thought Russia was on the moon?"
She then glanced over to Miles, whom she hadn't noticed yet. "What
if there is no later?" She raised both eyebrows.
Kris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do not interfere."
He held a hand out, stopping Miles where he stood. "Australian, you
have maps at homeland, da? Or globes?" He seemed eager to push his
point, to get the girl to understand where Russia truly was.
"Oh excuse me, I didn't know ye were a bleedin' tick!" Miles
exclaimed, frustrated by the rather rude behavior of the Russian.
"Y'know it wouldn't kill you to be a bit kinder, eh! No need ta
upset everyone around you!"
Turning quickly, Kris held out two fingers, jabbed them at Miles as
he spoke. "It would not kill for all around to not be so sensitive!
Crying at the minor inconveniences! To nay ubiet vas molchat
libo!*" The boy seemed to not have noticed he'd switched to Russian
mid-sentence. He did, however, seem to be quickening in how fast he
spoke.
Taryn smiled as the kids got out, "Now do you know where your dorms
are at? If not I'd he glad to show you where each one is located,"
she said cheerfully.
~~~~~~~
Lilly shooks her head and just stared at the people arguing,"Do you
freigenshein not know where to go?" She asked and gave them all
blank stares. Her german accent was in full effect so it was kind
of hard to understand her.
Lilly looked at her sheet and noticed the dorm was in the top
corner of her class schedule. She looked off to the left of her and
saw other kids talking. "Sieht so aus (Looks like It's this way),"
she mumbled to herself as she walked off in the direction of
students that looked like they just left their dorms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Taryn smiled at the students who were walking by and waved to them.
She shook her head and sighed, "Alright kids lets get you all to
your dorms to unpack. Cruz and Emmet your in the Mt. Everest Dorm.
Lilly, Sailor, and Skylar you're in Great Barrier Reef. Kris and
Miles you are in the Grand Canyon dorm. Finally, I'm sorry Fahren
but your by yourself in the Victoria Falls Dorm. If any of you have
any questions on where to go please let me know."
Skylar sighed, having traveled halfway across the world only to end
up back there again, metaphorically ofcouse. As she walked towards
the dorm she was greeted by one of the other cluster kids. This one
was a girl with dark brown hair and olive green eyes.
"Your accent seems familiar." She said, walking alongside Skylar
"Are you also from New Zealand? I'm Sailor by the way. Looks like
we're in the same dorm."
"You are?" Skylar answered, trying to not be too loud "That's
great! I'm also from new zeland!"
"Who the heck is Chris*?" Miles asked in clear confusion. He was
still rather irritated at the Russian boy and his rudeness. It was
unfortunately a little late to throw back another insult. Luckily
for him however, this was reality so there would be no horrible
twist where he rooms with the jerk. Things like that just didn't
happen outside of the television.
Miles seemed thoroughly shocked, whipping around with wide eyes.
"No way!" He growled, grabbing at his hair. "Are you serious, I'm
stuck with you! Gah!" He dropped his hands, though still fuming. Of
all the ridiculous things to happen, against all odds! There had to
be a mistake.