How Do You Spell That?

[Jude Dorrian]

The hollow eyes of the Jewish child gazed up at Jude; and even though the photograph was old, black and white and just something from a textbook, he felt as though the child was right in front of him. He could see every detail of its wretched little body so clearly; its thin, loose hair, the bones jutting out painfully through the thin sheet of skin; skin stretched so tight it barely seemed to hold the child together. The child was on the ground; its belly exposed and swelling; a sign of starvation. And across it; Jude saw the unmistakable lashes of a whip.
Jude.
On a shop window, a Stormtrooper from the SA painted Jude's name across the glass; marking out its owner as a Jew.
Jude.
He could see his name, right there, in Hitler's very own words. He couldn't understand the German, but the English told him, plain and simple what Hitler was saying.
Jude.
A poor Jewish boy was marched through town, Jude's name bright and ugly across his chest, accompanied by a few other words. The translation?
I am a Jewish boy who always brings German girls to his bedroom.
He was all over this book; and it felt ugly. He flicked quickly onwards, onto the Nazi policy on women. The teacher was saying something, but Jude didn't really hear her. Instead, he glanced at the seat beside him, searching for a distraction.
But it was empty, as per usual.

[Isolde Moore]

Ok, so here she was...wherever here was. For the millionth time today she was lost. She was trying to find her history classroom but this place was like a huge bloomin' maze!
She walked up the stairs and across the hallway yet again for the zillionth time this day.
"Right, enough is enough," she walked over to a classroom door at random and knocked on it.
"Come in," a voice answered.
"Excuse me ma'am, I'm new here and I'm kind of confused as to where I'm supposed to be," Isolde walked in a few feet away from the door.
"Right class on with your work," the teacher ordered the class. She walked over to Isolde,"What's your name dear?"
"Isolde, Isolde Moore," Isolde answered softly.
"Right, and whose and what class are you supposed to be in?"
"History, with Mrs. Donohan," Isolde once again answered in her soft Irish accent.
"Right well, you're with me. I'm Mrs Donhan. It's good to have another pupil here interested in this subject," she smiled warmly at Isolde, "If you just take that seat over there by Mr. Dorrian,"
"Thank you ma'am," Isolde bowed her head and walked over to the boy she was directed to who had put up his hand to show who he was and to make sure the teacher hadn't asked him a question.
She slipped into the seat and put her books on the table in front of her and her bag.
"Excuse me? Could I maybe share your book, please? I haven't got one yet?" Isolde asked unsure. She wasn't usually good at meeting people and especially in unfamiliar surroundings.

[Jude Dorrian]

Jude glanced at the new girl; a little surprised, but nodded and pushed the textbook to sit in the middle of the desk, between them both. So much for the vacant chair. Mrs Donhan was talking to another pupil about something, so Jude took the opportunity to investigate the new girl.
"I'm Jude," he said, grinning at her. "Sorry... I didn't catch your name...?"
It sounded complex. Maybe he'd just call her Issy.

[Isolde Moore]

"Isolde, Isolde Moore," she reannounced her name.
She shifted slightly in her seat and looked up at the ceiling.
"I'm from the south of Ireland," she said finally.
Well she may as well start somewhere.

[Jude Dorrian]

"Yeah... your accent," he laughed. "Um... Texas."
Because that wasn't obvious as hell.
"New here?"
Because that also wasn't obvious as hell.

[Isolde Moore]

"Yes sir. I mean, Mr. Dorrian, I only arrived here last night," she said unsure as to call him by his first name or not.
Her mum and dad had drummed it into her to call people by there sir names until they said otherwise and she was going to stick to that rule for the rest of her life.
"Your accent is lovely by the way,"

[Jude Dorrian]

Mr Dorrian...?
"Thanks," he frowned at her. "Call me Jude. Unless y'all want me to call you Miss Moore?"
He didn't think he'd been called 'sir' all his life! Sure, he'd been called a couple of other pretty... er... choice names... but not 'sir'. It felt weird. Not a bad weird, but he felt that his classmate shouldn't call him it, for pity's sake.

[Isolde Moore]

Isolde felt her cheeks burn.
"Ok, Jude. Sorry it's just me mam and pa always told me to use people's surnames until they said it alright to call them by their first ones. I don't mind, you can call me Isolde or Miss. Moore," she smiled slightly.
She studied the book for a few minutes before turning to Jude again.
"So what are the teachers like here?"

[Jude Dorrian]

Jude watched Isolde curiously for a few moments; still a little confused by how she'd addressed him. She didn't seem to notice his gaze; at least, he reckoned she didn't; before she glanced up again.
"So what are the teachers like here?"
"They're..." Jude cast around for a couple of seconds, trying to think of a way to summarize them all. "Well, they're usually pretty good; but there's a few old sores in there..."
His maths teacher prominent amongst them.
"Same as any school, really," he grinned. "Er... what was your last school like?"

[Isolde Moore]

"Me last one? It was...dull. The teachers there were....old school for a lack of a better term," she chuckeled. She brushed a few strands of hair that had come undone from her bun behind her ears.
"This school is so big, I don't know how many times I've gotten lost in it. I feel stupid for it too," she smiled this time. Her electric blue eyes twinkling like they always did as the light hit them and her smiled lifted them a bit.
"What..powers do you have?"

[Jude Dorrian]

"Y'all ain't stupid," laughed Jude. "This place is... well, it's sort of a maze."
That didn't do it justice! The school was insanely big; and it was surrounded by a maze! People had gotten lost in BlueBerg Forest, and not turned up again for several weeks. And the country lanes looked easy at a glance, but they wound all over the place in criss-crossing and confusing patterns. It'd taken Jude the better part of 5 years to figure it all out.
"And my powers? Invisibility... enhanced senses... and metal-bending. What about you?"

[Isolde Moore]

"Air and plastic bender so far, I don't know if I have a third or not though," she smiled.
"So what are we learning in History? Nazi's? Hmm, I've touched on them already," she said interestedly and skimmed the page.
"Your name's in here, oh, ok," she realised what it stood for. Not good.
"So, where are we in it exactly?"

[Jude Dorrian]

"The page you just skipped over," Jude laughed. "Look, y'all see those questions? We're meant to be completing them. I dunno if we have to start yet though..."
He glanced around, but most of the class seemed to be having a conversation; their exercise books open and empty in front of them.
"That answers that," he grinned.

[Isolde Moore]

"Haha," she took out her pen and melter the plastic and started to fiddle with it.
"So metal bender? Let's see how that works," Isolde inquired but not taking her eyes of the plastic as it amused her.

[Jude Dorrian]

Jude smirked. "Do you have any metal then?"