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Chapter three: ZELDAS POV: “Now class. You will be sitting with the person next to you for a whole year. To get to know them, we are going to do a project with our desk mate.” Mr. Rito, our homeroom teacher said. I looked over at link. Clearly not paying attention and scrolling through Hyrule-Toc. “Mr. Robin, no phones in my class please.” Mr. Rito said a hint of annoyance in his voice. Link did not look up from his phone. “Mr. Robin please put the phone down!” Mr. Rito said tapping his pointer on his desk. Link smirked and put his earbuds on. Mr. Rito picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Hello. This is Mr. Rito from classroom A.” Mr. Rito said into the phone. “Yes, what can we help with?” The office secretary said calmly on the other line. “I have a student with an electronic device refusing to look up.” Mr. Rito scoffed to the phone. “State the name of the student please.” The secretary said. I heard a keyboard clicking. “Link Robin.” Mr. Rito said scoffing again. “Can you please try to keep him in class? This would be the 4th time this week he’s been sent home.” The secretary said. More talking and I turned to link. I pulled off one of his earbuds. He looked disgusted. “Your going to get in trouble!” I whispered. “Like I care.” Link said to me a evil smile playing on his face as he grabbed his bag and walked toward the door. “I will not take phones in my-“ Mr. Rito stopped. “Hello?” The secretary asked. “And where are you going young man?” Mr. Rito asked Link. “Where I want.” Link said. “I’ll send someone over.” The secretary said. She hung up and Mr. Rito blocked the door. Link just smirked and pulled something out of his bag. I screamed. The whole class shuffled to the other side of the room. Link, was pointing a gun at Mr. Rito. LINKS POV: to be honest this felt good. If I shot all my worries would have left me if not for a teacher to run in and pin me to the ground. But I shot before she pinned me and it did not hit a teacher. It hit a student. I saw someone fall to the ground. And scream. Someone knocked me out. And it was black. I woke up at a door slam. “WHY DID YOU CALL ME?!” my mom yelled. “Ms. Robin, your son had a gun in school. You were okay with that?” Mrs. Rachel, the teacher who pinned me down asked. “I DONT CARE. MY SON IS CAPABLE OF EVERYTHING HE WANTS. I REALLY DONT CARE.” My mom yelled again. “IM LEAVING. AND YOUR NOT EATING FOR ANOTHER WEEK MR!” my mom yelled jabbed a finger in my face and left. “Y-you can head back to class link.” Mrs. Rachel said. I entered the classroom. And sat at my seat.
