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09.08: Boston Bound
The first morning at BCCS had gone well. Jamie and Ethan posing as transfer students had attended their lessons. Even though back at Xaviers Ethan was still playing catch up in his education he found that he could hold his own in an ordinary high school. Both were already making contacts with some of the other students.
There were the usual cliques you found in high-schools, the popular ones A list, B list and so on. There were the jocks, the VIP squad - seventeen year olds going on thirty. The Bros - you love to hate them but they throw the only parties in high school. The Goths looked uncomfortable in strictly enforced uniform, which included no make up. The school even had some stoners who seemed to be more undercover than Ethan and Jamie were. There were more groups than there were students at Xaviers. Environmentalists, health foodies, drama kids, goody two shoesers, hipsters, peripheral popular kids, a sizeable group of K-Pop aficionados, and a small hard core of ravers, flawless models, loads of intellectuals and over achievers, proper athletes, indie kids, band geeks, techies, nerds, bang buddies, floaters, artsy fartsy kids, and one or two girls who were the masters of the verbal beat down. There was a group of students dedicated to equality for everyone, this was actively encouraged by the school authorities and integrated as a part of the anti-bullying policy, and social studies programme. The stringent student judicial system had in the past had recommended bullies be dismissed and this had been done.
Jack Cooper had joined the janitorial staff as an apprentice, being ‘disabled’ he was a positive action hire. So he had the run of the school and could go pretty much anywhere he needed too.
Ethan and Jamie had been assigned to different grades, the hacking of the school data system had been very effective. Their backgrounds were water tight, the Institute’s information specialist Tessa Niles had seen to that.
Now it was lunchtime.