"Hope you're happy now" Kira muttered to Curt as they both removed they're skates from they're feet and put on they're shoes.
Lot's of other students had stopped to look at them, point and laugh.
"Stop being a grumpy old troll!" Curt.
They picked up they're stuff and made they're way through the teasing crowd with they're heads held high.

Curt's POV.

I don't get why Kira is so grumpy, it's not like it's the first time people laugh at us.

***

"Ok, luckily both mom's and dad's convinced the principal to let us have neighboring lockers." Kira said as she stuffed her skates in.
"Luckily, I'm here." I said, helping her with the skates.
She sighed.
"Thank's Curt. You're my best friend for a reason"
I smiled.
Kira often had these mood swings; but that was just Kira.
Grumpy, short tempered, bossy, whiney, an amazing dancer and friend.

Kira's POV.

Curt just smiled at me.
"C'mon musician, we've got classes to attend. What's your first period?"
"Science"
I frowned.
So did Curt.
"Nononono! We've allways been in the same classes!"
That's Curt.
Stuck to traditions, perfectionist but still manages to be carefree, violinist, almost allways cheerful, studies a lot and is my best friend.
"Curt, calm down. What other classes do you have?"
We checked our schedules.
We only had English and history together.
This is going to be nightmare...
"Ok, now you can panic" I said to Curt as I started breathing hard.
Great, panicking the first day of school.
"What if the teacher hates my guts!? What if all of them do!? What if I'm bullied and what i-" Curt interrupted my steady stream of panicky agitated questions by rolling his eyes and sighing before giving me a hug; instantly calming me down.
"I'll see you before second period, ok?" He asked, pulling away from the hug as the darn bell rang signalizing my death.
Curt smirked.
I knew that face
"I said that out loud" I stated.
"Yep"
I sighed "I'll pay you're funeral if you pay mine. Deal?"
"Deal"
We saluted, then parted ways after closing our lockers.
This was going to be a looong day.