If there was one thing he hated, it was being part of a summer school.
His mother had patronized him for nearly failing the last quarter – and when graduating middle school, no less – that it was such a surprise that he had even made it out of middle school. Try as he might, he could not bring his grades up, even if he was threatened by his parents to have all his electronics taken away.
“You couldn’t bring your grades up even if it was the last thing that you needed,” his father scolded him, resulting in a roll of eyes that later resulted him being grounded for 2 weeks without his Wii.
And now here he was, staring at his mother as she drove away from the camp. He sighed as he dragged his luggage behind him, dreading even stepping foot on the ground of this place.
Kids of all ages ran around. From kids who looked too old to even be attending school to kids who looked too young to even be left alone unattended, to some who looked like they came from a farm and those who looked like they belonged to the queen of England herself, they were there.
He wouldn’t call himself “poor”, nor would he call himself “rich” either. He’d rather call himself a “middle person who has just the right amount of rich and poor in them,” he’d told a man who dared call him a “brat.”
He wouldn’t consider himself “dangerous”, “threatening” maybe, but definitely not “dangerous” (although other people may think that). He just wasn’t a very….sociable person to be around.
As he focused his gaze on the other children, he noticed some stares being transfixed on him. He glared back at them, as they backed down. Satisfied, he continued his journey where he could only guess the “main office” was.
He opened the wooden door, a little bell jingling that reminded him of his grandfather’s shop bell back at home. Smiling slightly at the memory, he walked in, the smell of bug spray instantly hitting his nose. Gagging at the smell, he bit back the urge to barf at the offending smell as he walked up to the person behind the small desk in the center of the room.
Behind the small desk and sitting in a leather brown chair, was a middle-aged man, maybe in about his late twenties/early thirties, with chestnut brown hair that went a little past his neck, brown locks framing his sleek face and covering his forehead. Behind those brown locks, were cold, crystal blue eyes that seemed to stare right into your soul. The man said nothing, his slender fingers folded together as his elbows rested upon the oak desk. He stared at him, as if waiting for him to speak.
Clearing his throat, he simply said, “I’m here to get my cabin number.”
“State your name.” the man said coldly, yet with a smooth voice that sent chills down his spine.
He paused a moment, before finally stating smoothly, “Yugi. Yugi Mutou.” He said, staring at the man with confidence shining brightly in his eyes.
The man ground, “Oh god, I’ve heard about you,” he opened a drawer in the desk, pulling out a checklist, “You’re that kid my cousin was talking about aren’t you? The one who got expelled from his old elementary school?”
“Depends,” he grinned, “Who’s asking?”
“Don’t play dumb, you know who I’m talking about.”
“No, I really don’t. Please, enlighten me ‘oh cold one.’”
“Shut it. And you know him. My little cousin, Yami.”
Yugi blinked, tilting his head, “Isn’t he the kid who had a mental disorder?”
He groaned, “Yes, he had Schizophrenia along with some symptoms of Bipolar Disorder and Autism, but we had those figured out and fixed a while back.”
Yugi thought a bit, “Yeah, I remember him, he used to go to my old Elementary school, and then he suddenly left. I never knew what happened to him….”
The man raised an eyebrow, “He went to a mental hospital and stayed there for the rest of Elementary and Middle school. Why, did you like him?” he smirked at this, leaning forwards with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Yugi blushed and growled lowly, “No! I was just curious as to where he went that’s all!”
The man laughed, “Ha ha, yeah sure whatever. Now just sign your name here so I can put you in your cabin already.” As he handed him the clipboard with a pen.
Yugi took – well, rather really snatched – the pen away from the man, quickly signing his name and slamming the clipboard back down on the oak desk.
“Good. Thank you for your cooperation.” The man said, a fake smile on his face.
Yugi laughed, “Ha, that act was pathetic. Shall we try that again?”
He rolled his eyes, “You better shut it Mutou, or else you’re sleeping in the woods tonight.”
“Now that wouldn’t be too healthy for little ole me would it?”
“Ha, like I give a damn about what you think is healthy for you or not.”
“Oh, but what if I call my mother and tell her of the poor sanitary conditions of this “summer school”? Wouldn’t want your “reputation” to get ruined now would it?” Yugi smirked, staring at the man.
He stared back, a grown passing his lips before he handed him a slip with a cabin name and number written on it, “You’re in cabin 14, Limewater. I’m pretty sure you can find it yourself. Just don’t get lost because I’m not gonna call a whole search team to come and find your sorry arse.”
Yugi rolled his eyes, “Yes, mother.” As the man got up from behind the desk, leading Yugi out of his office.
The two stopped at the wooden entrance as Yugi grasped the knob and pulled it open, beginning to walk out.
“Oh, and Motou, one more thing.”
“Yeah?” he turned his head towards him slightly.
The man smirked, “I hope you have fun with my little cousin, because you’re gonna be with him all summer,” before he slammed the door in Yugi’s face.