Frederick Boy's Academy was on the other side of town, but we didn't fly, or teleport or anything magical. Well, not quite. There was a brand new BMW sports car parked where my beater Honda had been last night, and Runt had the keys. Some of my neighbors stared, probably wondering who we were, but no one said anything. A lot of the stares were admiring, though.
The drive was quick, both due to Runt's lead foot and the amazing coincidence of having very light turn green as we reached it. One of the side benefits of being a demons, I guessed. Frederick was a huge old building set back in a grove of trees, with some smaller buildings and a sports field around it. It looked like old money, as did the students I saw also getting out of expensive cars. Runt pulled to a stop and then leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun in school, Andy."
"Andy?" For the first time, I looked at the folder of paperwork he had given me when we left the apartment. Andrew Michael Parker, age 13. The address was my apartment, but now I was under the guardianship of my brother Richard. "Why Andy?"
"Why not?" He grinned. "Out you go. I'll pick you up after school. And feel free to bring home a friend to play with." He screeched out before I could reply.
I looked at the impressive school and all the kids. It was pretty weird being a boy again, and even though Runt had told me no mortals could see my tail and horns unless I wanted them too, I felt self-conscious. Runt had somehow established me as a new student, supposedly already registered and expected by the administration. I just had to hand them my academic records from my 'old' school. I checked and saw that I was at least a good student, mostly As. That was more than could be said for my real academic career. I hoped I could keep up with modern 7th graders.
A few boys gave me curious looks as I made my way to the office, checking out the 'new kid.' As I passed close by, I sensed some odd things. A couple of the boys found me sexually attractive, one had me pegged for future bullying, and another was wondering if I played soccer. The same ting happened in the office. I knew the older lady who took my file hated her job despite the smile, and that the man introduced as the Director was a closeted gay who saw the school as a candy store he could only window-shop at. And as each of these revelations came to me, I had an idea of something to do. Bring either or both of the potential lovers home, make the bully a scared little kid, turn the soccer kid into an adult professional player, make the unhappy woman a travel agent, and turn the director into a urinal in the boy's room. Weird. I didn't do any of that. I just nodded politely and got my schedule, then found my way to my first class.