Operation: Threads of Connection

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Anya's POV:

The day continued with the usual routine of classes and assignments. How did we have so much homework already? Becky and I made plans to meet after school at the library to complete as many assignments as we could. We wanted to be ahead of the game this year!

Grandpa Siggy had been a great help over the years. A few months ago, he and his wife took a vacation to Poland, and he has yet to return due to rising tensions at the border. He sends us occasional postcards, mostly in code for Papa to decipher. Given the current situation, he fears for his wife's safety and decided to stay in Poland until things calm down.

With Grandpa Siggy away, I was now responsible for my own learning. Over the years, Papa's teaching methods were simply not my cup of tea. Mama was even more air-headed than I was when it came to studies. Uncle Yuri was okay, but his patience wore thin when Papa was around. Now, without Grandpa Siggy, it looks like I have to take charge.

Becky and I made our way to our final class. Our teacher physics teacher was Mr. Viehmann. He was by far one of the more strictest teacher I have had to encounter. As soon as we walked in he barked his orders.

"You all have assigned seats! Find your name and sit down!" All the students scattered around to look for their names. I found my name at the front of the class. I quickly sit down and search for Becky. She is sitting near the middle. She gives me a terrified nod as she whimpers dramatically. I smile at her indicating that she will be okay. A second later Damian appears, he looks at me with a confused expression and continues to walk up the stairs, it looks like his seat is next to Becky's. They both roll their eyes at one another and turn to face away from each other.

"Forger, is there a reason why you are not facing the front?!" A voice boomed behind me. I slowly turned to see Mr. Viehmann towering over me, his stern gaze piercing right through me.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," I stammered, quickly facing forward. He walked away and looked at his attendance chart.

"Hm, seems we are missing one student, he has approximately 30 seconds to arrive before I give him a Tonitrus Bolt," Mr. Viehmann begins his countdown as he looked at the second hand move. We all in fact were looking at the clock. Suddenly 10 seconds before time was up, a boy walks in.

"Oh, are we learning how to read the clock?" The boy said with a amused smile. Mr. Viehmann shot him with the look. The boy quickly made his way towards the empty seat next to me.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Blackwell," Mr. Viehmann said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The boy, apparently named Blackwell, gave a nonchalant shrug as he took his seat next to me. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, sir."

"Pay attention. We're starting with a review of last year's material," he said, turning back to the blackboard. He began scribbling equations and concepts, his voice droning on about Newton's laws and basic kinematics.

I tried my best to focus, but this was by far the worst subject and Mr. Viehmann wasn't exactly the best teacher. I couldn't help but glance at Blackwell out of the corner of my eye. He was a slim, but fit boy with black slick hair, he had bright blue eyes, whenever he would clench his jaw a small dimple would form on his cheek. He had his ears pierced just like Damian, there was just something different about him.He had an air of confidence, almost arrogance, that made him stand out from the rest of the class. He turned to face me and gave me a quirky smile.

So, Forger, right?" he said, glancing down at me with a curious expression.

"Uh, yeah. Anya Forger," I replied, a bit taken aback by his sudden interest." and you? Blackwell?"