Fabulo-so

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Dash patted around the dark storage closet for those extra work books and pink erasers Mrs Davenport wanted, sneezing as plumes of dust invaded his breathing space.

"Got em." His black coat rustling as he sauntered back to class, he thought about where he was going to sit that day at lunch. Would he play it cool and disappear for an hour, leaving Marshall to assume that he found someplace or something better to eat? Or would he sit nonchalantly beside him in the cafeteria, and hope that the butterflies would pass?

His thoughts were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice as he reentered the classroom.

"Fabulo-so!"

Dash scanned the room and met the adoring eyes of a new student.

"Well there's hope for me after all!" A black-haired kid wearing a long purple scarf jumped up and circled Dash, eating up every detail of his coat, shirt and jeans before crouching down and investigating the mismatched shoe laces. "Such flair!"

Dash found himself temporarily amused by the new kid's gall, but as he felt the nimble hands mess with his shoes, he kicked back and snarled at him. "Look kid - show's over. The circus act's on the other side of town."

Later, at lunch, Dash decided to sit next to Marshall. Marshall was sitting next to a few of his 'normal' friends. Simon hadn't been in school the past two days. Dash reminded himself to visit him after school to see if he was feeling any better. Puking neon yellow usually wasn't a good sign.

As usual, Marshall ignored him. It had been a long time since he'd lost interest.

But Dash just sat there anyway, hoping that his presence would stir his curiosity.

A warm hand tapped him on the shoulder from behind. Dash turned.

"Is it eat time?"

"Huh?" This kid was even weirder than Marshall.

"Can I sit here?' without waiting for a reply, the mystery kid sat down, straddling the bench to face him. 'I didn't mean to offend you earlier. I'm an exchange student, and I was pretty bummed about being chosen for this town - I mean, nobody seems very interesting here. That is, until I saw you."

Marshall leaned across a wide-mouthed Dash to answer. "I'm guessing you haven't been here very long. Eerie's about as interesting as they come. You've just gotta look for it."

The kid glared at Marshall, making him gulp nervously. He flashed his eyes at Dash, and took his hand. Dash recoiled from his hot grip, but he held on to him tight.

"Let's get out of this place, Blue."

Marshall followed Dash's gaze as he was pulled out of the cafeteria, and with a confused frown, mouthed the word 'Blue?' to him. Before Dash could react, he was out of sight.

Fabulo-so Returns

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"Hey, did you just call me Blue?"

"Yes.' the kid snapped matter-of-factly. 'Blue means friend here, right?"

"Not that I'm aware of! Where did you say you come from?"

The kid checked his watch. It was made of yellow rubber with a weird green glass where the numbers should be.

"Philadelphia."

Dash eyed him warily and stopped.

"I think I'll be heading back to school, lunch is almost over and I didn't get to finish my salami and cheese."

The kid slapped his forehead like he'd just remembered something. "I interrupted your eat time! I'm sorry, friend! Where can we find food around here?"

**

Simon readjusted himself on his elbow and turned the page of the brand new comic book Dash had just dropped off. It was extremely generous of him, in fact it was a little suspicious how nice Dash had been to him. It worried him a little, but he was too sick to do anything about it just yet, so he continued reading about how Kendal the tigerman and Josie the elephant trainer were on their way to the military camp to rescue Tallulah and her merry band of thieves.

Still, he had an awfully strange feeling in his stomach, and it wasn't just the sickness getting to him. ...


<<I hereby challenge Froodle to write the next 2-5 paragraphs, and I will take it from there!>>