"Jackie! Where'd you put my belt?" A teenage voice rang through the brightly lit hallway. From around the corner leading into a bedroom, came a tall young man, with eyes like ice, and a face set like stone.
"I didn't take 'em. Don't tell me you lost your belt again. And when are you going to stop calling me that? I have a name Quinn, and it is Jackson. Use it!" Jackson snapped. A small groan came from the end of the hallway, and reluctantly, Quinn stepped out into the nigh-empty hallway. He had honey-blonde hair that fell in curls over his forehead, with a pair of big, violet eyes. Average in height, Quinn excelled in speed-related activities, as well as academics. As he stood in the doorway of his new bedroom, Jackson couldn't help but notice his kid brother wearing the oversized jeans that were supposed to fit Quinn at the end of summer. Quinn was clutching his jeans with one hand, and pointing at the shiny buckle at his brother's waist.
"That's my belt!" Quinn exclaimed. "You said you didn't have it!" He glared at his older brother, who-obliviously-looked down at the belt at his waist. Raising his eyebrows, Jackson made a face.
"Huh. So it is. I could've sworn it was mine." Jackson said as he whipped the belt off. Not that he really needs a belt. Quinn thought as he took his belt. It was plain brown leather. The buckle, on the other hand, was a family heirloom. Made of thin silver, the buckle was hand-made in a king's forge. Well, that's what his dad had said; in reality it was belonged to Quinn's deceased mother, and before that her father. It was hammered into the shape of a dragon, with it's tail curled around the head. Quinn had his belt on in a flash, and forced a smile.
"Thanks." He muttered sarcastically. Quinn turned back to his new bedroom to find a shirt, and picked out a faded blue, long-sleeved button-up shirt, which was screaming to be ironed. Quinn shrugged, and slipped the shirt onto his small frame. For fifteen, Quinn wasn't exactly big for his age. Although he was of average height, Quinn didn't inherit his father's broad shoulders, or his brother's mass of muscle. Returning to the hallway, Quinn could smell bacon, coming from the kitchen. He came out to find his brother at the stove, flipping bacon with manly grace.
"Finally decided to get fully dressed, huh?" Jackson asked when he turned around, with an eyebrow raised. Quinn ignored him and proceeded to collect his new school books from their new study.
"You excited about your first day of school?" A voice called out from the dining room. Quinn rolled his eyes, and shouted in response.
"Are you?" There was a pause, and then a short laugh.
"Touché."
Returning with his books, Quinn sat down at the breakfast table with his brother. Jackson was giving his entire attention to a piece of paper in his hands. Looking down at his books, Quinn gulped.
"What if I'm not smart enough? You know as well as I do that we've never actually gone to school before." He fretted. Jackson wave him off, eyes still on the paper.
"Stop worrying. You'll be fine. I don't think I have met any fifteen year old kid who can name the entire periodic table backwards, while writing an essay on Ancient Greece. Trust me, you're going to be fine."

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"I wonder who it is!" Lily exclaimed excitedly. "They're coming today! Ooh this is so exciting!" Nick smiled and craned his neck to see the door better. Marisa just sat patiently, staring out the window.
"I hope it's a guy. It does not help me with my potential manliness to be friends with just two girls." Nick thought aloud. Marisa smiled and shook her head.
"They might not even be in our class. Remember, there are two of them." She reminded them. Nick frowned, and remained silent. Lily suddenly became very interested in drawing little flowers all over her notebook. Then, just before the bell for period 1 went, a young man came thundering down the decking, skidding to a stop at the door. The boy rapped at the door, only to find that he could open it himself.
"Sorry I'm late! I got lost..." He apologised, with a hand on the back of his neck. Marisa noticed that he had big, round, purple eyes. That's not something you see everyday, Marisa thought. The teacher took no notice.
"Ah. The whole class has been buzzing with excitement. I assume your brother made it safely to the senior campus?" Mrs Gilstark asked. The boy nodded.
"Jackson wanted to make sure I got here safely Miss." He explained, taking a seat next to Marisa. She looked at him with a curious expression. The boy ran a hair through his blonde hair. When the bell went, Marisa stacked up her books and headed for the door. In the blink of an eye, the boy was holding the door open, smiling. Marisa glanced at the boy one last time before hurrying to class.