Thomas Jefferson Mitchells
Thomas 'Jay' Mitchells
Thomas J. Mitchells
Thomas Mitchells
Tommy Mitchells
Tom...
"What the hell are you doing? "
Tommy stopped what he was doing and looked at John with thoughtful eyes.
"Well... I'm thinking about all the names people have called me before and I'm trying to see which one is my favorite" The answer was so dry that John even got thirsty.
" Bro, we hadn't already agreed that 'Tommy' would be your nickname and that's it? "John had already given up trying to understand Tommy's strangeness.
Tommy shrugged and kept scribbling a few more names on his list "Still, I want to have more options"
John just sighed and rubbed his temples clearly irritated.
' Why do I still hang out with these guys? '
The answer was that despite being the only normal one in a group of strange friends, John still liked to spend time with them and saw all of them (even Felix) as a second family.
Even if it meant having to take on the role of mother sometimes...
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"So, where are the others? " Tommy asked with John a little behind him.
" Felix said he will be late, as always, Ben is already on his way but he will probably also be late, Gwen and Skylar must already be close..."
" In short, none of them are here" Tommy sighed, shaking his head.
"You know these guys are horrible with schedules," John recalled sarcastically.
Tommy just sighed once more. He knew that none of them would arrive on time, and that once again he and John would be alone until maybe the start of classes.
Once again, they would have to think of something to do while waiting for the others.
"So, what can we do while they're not here? " Tommy asked John, since normally he was the guy with the ideas.
John put his hands on his chin and got a thoughtful look "We could scratch Mrs.'s car. Carter again "
"And stay in detention again? Better not. My parents threatened to take away my phone if I went to detention once again "
"Mine too. Better not really " John waved in agreement " So we could break into Tiffany's locker and steal her makeup case "
"It would be funny, but we've done this so many times that everyone would know it was us" Tommy replied, but smiled a little when he imagined Tiffany's face full of tears when he saw that her makeup disappeared.
"So we could... invade the director's office? "
Tommy turned abruptly and looked deep into John's eyes, trying to see if he had gone crazy or not.
John himself was surprised by the reaction, but after remembering who the director was, what he was capable of and the things he kept in his office, he almost slapped himself for the stupid idea.
"I'm sorry man, I wasn't thinking well..."
"I know" Tommy replied sharply walking through the corridors "Never in my life would I enter the director's office"
John nodded in agreement while sighing "So now it's your turn. What do we do? "
Tommy crossed his arms and started thinking. The truth was that he wasn't good with ideas, but he was good at inventing things at the last second, so maybe he could use that to get some idea.
His eyes swept the empty corridors where they were, trying to seek inspiration or find something that would give him some idea, but he found nothing.
That even his eyes landed on Tyson.
Tyson was a short and thin boy from his and John's class. And when Tommy said low, he meant that Tyson was incredibly short for someone 14 years old.
And obviously everyone (especially Tommy and his friends) made fun of him for that. Especially with nicknames. Some nicknames Tyson earned were: One meter and floor, dwarf giant, little thing and Tommy's favorite, low things.
John realized where Tommy was and opened a smile when he realized what Tommy's idea was.
"Are we really going to do this? " John asked even though he already had the answer.
Tommy shrugged with a smile "No one will know, and if they find out, it will have been worth it"
John opened a small smile as he and Tommy approached Tyson threateningly.
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History class. The most boring class that humanity has ever created and also the most unnecessary. That was Tommy's opinion about history class and nothing in the world would make him change his mind so soon.
The only thing that made the class more tolerable was the teacher, Mrs. Carter, who was very beautiful, but had an annoying personality.
If Tommy could, he would be doing anything other than attending history class. But he had already missed several times that year, so his only option was to stay there or his grades would drop more. Not that they were bad to tell the truth.
In addition, the matter was almost always the same: the history of anomalies and the first Anomalus. It was always blah blah blah about destruction, death, apocalypse, hope and a new beginning. It was repetitive and boring.
After all, why did they need to learn that if no one there was an Anomalus? It didn't make sense.
... Well, it wouldn't make sense if they excluded Tommy from the list, after all he was an Anomalus and maybe he needed to learn about it.
No, actually he didn't need it. It was just really unnecessary.
Before Tommy could fall asleep in the middle of class, red lights began to flash through all the corridors and alarms began to ring non-stop.
At the same moment, almost everyone got up from their seats in panic and began to fear the worst, because everyone knew what that alarm meant.
"Alert! Anomaly detected in the city center! "
"Alert! Anomaly detected in the city center "
The class had now become more interesting.