Chapter One: Monday, Literacy.
"Seniors, the past four years at Casper High were hopefully the right beginnings to your future. Please don't let our teachings go to waste. Graduation is but a week away!" Principal Ishiyama announced over the loud speaker to the seniors of Casper High on Monday morning. The seniors included Dash, Paulina, Kwan, Star, Valerie, and of course, Danny, Tucker and Sam.

"Can you believe that High School's almost over?" an excited Paulina asked in her strong Spanish accent.

"I know, seems only like yesterday we walked onto the steps of Casper High!" answered Dash, his voice now deepened and fully matured. After realizing bullying was just a way of expressing your fear of admitting you're weaker then everyone else and you take it out on smaller people around you, he stopped doing it last year, at the cost of losing the respect of other jocks. But he accepted that.

"What do you plan on doing after graduation?" asked Tucker to his best friends sitting on his right. He'd outgrown the barrette and grew into baseball caps. Contacts replaced his old thick rimmed glasses, exposing his green-blue eyes. Green shorts held by the brim of his boots were history and full, baggy green pants along with black sneakers took their place . He still had the same yellow shirt and backpack, but black fingerless gloves were on his hands now. He kept his techno geek status.

"Isn't this, like, the fourteenth time I've told you?" asked Sam. Miss Samantha Manson matured along with her fellow friends. Still goth, her voice deepened a little like all girls' do. Her hair had been shaped like her grandmother's when she was young: to the side and slightly curved at the end and at the middle of her neck like freshman year. Sam was now sporting a new outfit: a black belly shirt tank top with a skull in the middle, and big, baggy black pants with red threading. She still wore her same black combat boots. Black arm warmers with red running down the middle rested on her arms. Her choker was basically the same, but in the middle was a small red jewel hanging from it. "I'm going to school to become an artist."

"And I'm going to school for Astronomy." answered Danny. He had left behind his white and red t-shirt and picked up a slimming red turtle neck. It outlined his small but developed chest, mid-section, and lean, muscular arms. But he stuck with his baggy blue jeans and red and white sneakers. Danny had grown a small goatee, though the rest of his features remained the same. And, like Tucker, his voice had also deepened to pure maturity. Fully grown into his six foot two inch height, he felt quite tall next to Tucker and Sam, who stayed at five foot ten inches.

"I thought you wanted to be an astronaut." Said Tucker.

"I am. Studying the stars and space will help me understand it better if I want to travel there. And what about you?"

"Planning to overthrow Bill Gates." Tucker told them proudly.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" asked Sam.

"Why would I tell you? If I did, you might steal my plans."

"Right, because my family has about a million dollars less then he does in the bank. Sure wouldn't want that to happen."

"Alright class, settle down. I know graduation is Friday, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to teach." announced Mr. Lancer, who was still teaching Danny and his two friends, along with the rest of senior class. Groans flooded the room. "I'll start by collecting books." "Whews" and other relaxing sounds of stressing students swept through the room.

"Well that's a relief." said Tucker taking out his literacy book to hand to Lancer.

In the Ghost Zone.
"My search has become a futile attempt. My spells aren't working like they did a century ago!" announced a deep male voice, followed by the sound of a piano.

"Brother, you have to understand! Your spells don't last or stay with you forever." Declared the ghost's brother Alphonse.

"I don't care about that right now Alphonse! My melodious tunes used to trance people across the globe while we were alive. Now they follow me in this world as a curse!" He shouted, the piano's music getting scarier as it proceeded down the scale.

"But brother, I thought you liked having that ability! You never thought it was a curse when we were children. You adored the piano." complained the confused Alphonse.

"Yes, I did, and I still do. But it is a curse that I'm bound to this piano, and this world, forever! Did you not hear what the reaper said to me while we watched him? 'The keys keep you bound to your loved things. Never break away from your magical tune.'" he recited. "And what two things did I love as a child and before our passing?" he asked.

"Staying inside and playing the piano." Alphonse confessed.

"So I am bound to these two things forever, Alphonse! Lucky you, able to come and go, to do as you please! Unlike me." He said, saddened by his truth.

"Brother…" Alphonse began.

"Just go, Al." He said, turning away. So Al left, and Edward played his beautiful music, to which he was bound for all eternity. The notes carried his spells to any girl he wished, to fall in love with him and his music. Edward never left his home except for school, so he never got a chance to love, or feel love from another person, besides his family. He sat in his lonely home, deep in the ghost zone, and played sweet lullabies.

An: I know, short. But I think ending it with exposing the enemy in a sad mood is alright. What do you think? The characters Edward and Alphonse are from the FullMetal Alchemist series but i assure you, this is NOT a crossover. In my story, they have the same personalities, looks, and voice as in the FMA version. I'll probably update this on Sunday. Enjoy.