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BWI Portalocity Terminal [Saturday Morning]

Rather than fly from Philadelphia to Baltimore, Eric's parents had given him a lift. They had offered to drive him directly to the school, but he told them he would rather meet the group at the airport and take the shuttle. That way he'd get an early glimpse at all the hot girls he was sure would be going to his new school.

So now he was relaxing in the lounge, drinking a soda and waiting. It wasn't going to college, but it would do.

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Jonas turned his attention from the piece of paper and to the owner of the voice. He found himself automatically comparing the features of the boy to that of those he'd known in the Community (Asher, for one) and could find no difference besides the obvious genetic one.

"I'm not relaxed?" Jonas asked, actually unsure of that fact. Perhaps he'd been doing it wrong. Relaxation hadn't been a concept he'd really studied since going Elsewhere, staying Elsewhere.

"You seem a little tense," Eric said. "You worried about starting a new school?"

Jonas took stock of himself, checking for tenseness, muscle stiffness or anything like that. He didn't feel any different, didn't feel any of the intense pain that seemed to cling to him from the memories he'd once received.

"No," he said after a moment's pause. "I think it's called...anticipation?"

He'd been given a dictionary in the Village and he'd read it through, memorized words but using them was still difficult.

"Nah, you're not sweating," Eric assured him.

"It's not warm in here," Jonas said, not understanding the association between anticipation and sweating. "Of course I'm not sweating. You're not either."

"Right, so there's nothing to worry about!" Eric declared.

There was no connection between anticipation and swearing. Eric just mixed up anticipation and perspiration.

"I'm not worrying," he said again, studying the boy's seemingly enthusiastic manner about the situation. "We're being transported to a school, right? That doesn't worry me."

Eric nodded. "Yup, it sounds like a good school, too. Feeny said he heard good things about it."

"And Feeny is?" Jonas asked, questions rolling off him as he tried to learn new things while they waited for transportation. Everything in his head was so rudimentary, so new and the feeling of drowning in his own lack of knowledge wasn't something he liked.

"Feeny's my next door neighbor and he was the principal of my last high school," Eric said.

"Oh." Jonas had lived in the same Community as his teachers but he hadn't ever been neighbors with any of them. It all almost seemed too close. "That wasn't strange? Being neighbors with an authority figure?"

"It made it hard to get away with stuff sometimes," Eric said. "But it wasn't too bad. Feeny's a cool dude."

[*facepalms* oops that was the wrong icon up there.]

"But he told you to come here?" Jonas asked, making it a question even if it was clear that Eric was here. "Did you cause trouble?"

"Nah, no trouble," Eric said. "I just didn't get into college and I needed something to do."

"So, this is a way to solve boredom for you?" Jonas asked, having a very vague idea of what a university was but no solid concepts. "A hobby?"

"Well, no," Eric said. "I figured taking some more classes would help my transcript."

"Is that...?" The word was unfamiliar and the dictionary he'd brought was packed, stuck under various other books and too difficult to get to right now. "...important?"

"To the college admissions people, yeah," Eric said.

Unfortunately, Eric's answers only created more questions for Jonas. "College admissions people? That would be their...Assignment?"

Eric nodded. "Yeah. They go through all the applications and decide who gets to go to their school."

"Like Law and Justice people?" Jonas asked, finding some similarity between these admissions people and what his mother did.

"No, cops arrest you when you break laws," Eric said. "It's totally different."

"My mother worked in Law and Justice," he supplied because there were some things he knew. "I know about arrests and incarceration. These college admissions people aren't judges?"

"Not that kind of judge," Eric said. "They make decisions but not about anything legal."

"Different type of judge," he said, almost grimacing at his slip up. He knew they were bound to happen but it didn't mean he had to like it. He'd only been learning on his own for three years and he wanted to be an expert now.

Typical teenager.

"They sound like Elders, almost, with power to rule over...transcripts."

Or something like that.

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