09.15: Boston Collegiate Charter School - For Ethan

Ethan found that the classes were well within his capabilities, months of quality remedial tuition at Xaviers had clearly paid dividends. Tiny classes meant that the tutor was there to assist, or on your back depending on your point of view, as soon as you faltered in any way.
The snacks were a good idea but he soon got ratted out by Charles, the weird kid he had met one day one. However, Charles couldn’t blame being weird on the mutant gene, it was just who he was.
“Mr Gabriel,” the history teacher Ms Waldegrave snapped, “I do not know how it was in your previous school and you are new here but we do not eat in class.”
He aced the PE class, the training for field work required you to be physically fit, no one came close to his performance. Naturally enough this pissed off the jocks, being outshone by the good looking new kid did not sit well with them. He checked his phone after the class, because that's what teenagers did and they were not allowed to be active in classrooms. He had got a hit, he massaged back for another reading as a big beefy mitt snatched the phone from his hand. The inbuilt sensors detected it was in the wrong hands and shifted to the main screen.
Ethan told whoever it was to remove it. He glanced back and saw Jamal Kingsten the most feared thug in the school, and one of those Ethan had bested in PE.
“Make me white boy,” came the response.
Ethan had heard Jamal was a total racist, there was no way that the strategy he had used with Lemarcus was going to work here. Friendship was not going to be an option.
A chorus of ‘FIGHT!’ erupted around the room.
Ethan moved so fast the guy did not see the palm of the hand until the heel of it smashed into his nose, a fine mist of blood plumed as Jamal stumbled backwards. The phone dropped and Ethan caught it in a fluid movement, sliding it into a pocket as he swept Jamal’s feet from underneath him, tipping him to the sodden floor. Turning him onto his chest Ethan pulled his wrist back into a lock hard enough to sprain it.
“Made you.”
Jamal’s henchmen were suddenly galvanised into action as they realised something had happened. Jamal screamed loud stopping them in their tracks as Ethan tightened the lock.
He leaned in close to Jamal’s ear, and whispered a fierce warning.