I have no idea where this came from! XD Awesome, no?

Wybie: Saharasiam doesn't own us! Ha, I beat you to the disclaimer, Jonesy!

Coraline: -socks him in the arm-

Wybie: Owwwwww…-rubs his newest bruise- Ya know, Jonesy, they say that when a girl beats up a boy that means she likes him!

Coraline: Good, then we can call this a "Love-tap"! -socks him again-

Wybie: Owwwwww….

1st person POV with Wybie

Chapter 1: Confessions

Ok, just so you know, my name is Wybie.

Wybie Lovat.

Wybie is short for Wybourne. Not my idea, of course.

I live in Ashland, Oregon, in an old, falling down shack. But hey, it's good enough for me, a socially-awkward 11 year old inventor/adventurer. I live with my gramma, I don't know who my dad is, and my mom dropped me off here when I was 6 and never came back. I have scoliosis, so I'm stooped over and have a crooked neck. Not a good basis for making friends, huh? If you guessed no, you're right. My best friend for the last 5 years is an old mangy black tom-cat. That is, until Jonesy came along.

Coralline Jones. I call her Jonesy 'cause, well, it annoys the heck out of her. I know, I shouldn't annoy me only non-feline friend, but hey, it's fun! She punches me, A LOT, so I CONSTANTLY have bruises. But enough about me, let's get into the story.

So, I was in 4th period English, my 3rd-to-last class, and man, was I ready to get to the last and GO HOME. I love Fridays. My last class is science, and also my favorite subject. Gosh, what is Mrs. Larue talking about? She's been rattling on about verbs or something for the whole hour, I can't even hear her anymore. I began doodling in my notebook. I sat all the way in the back, so I had free reign to do whatever I wanted. Suddenly, I felt something lodge itself in my curly hair. I pulled it out and found a paper airplane, containing a note. I looked over at my blue-haired best friend, Coraline, and mouthed "Did you send this?" She shrugged, and mouthed "Open it."

I did. Inside, I found Coraline's messy hand-writing.

Wouldn't it be great if the power went out and stopped her stupid speech?

I snorted, and Mrs. Larue quickly turned to me, glaring at me through her scary spectacles.

Darn it.

"Wybourne Lovat, I fail to find what is funny about conjunctive clauses, but if you would like to share with the rest of the class, go ahead." She rasped.

"Ummm, I-I'd r-r-rather not…." I stammered. Everyone's eyes were on me now. Great. JUST great.

"No, please, Mr. Lovat. ENTERTAIN us." She smirked evilly.

Oh god, PLEASE let the power go out! I thought desperately. But the power remained on, and I was still sitting there with a stupid look on my face. SPEAK WYBOURNE!

"I'm WAITING, MIS-ter Lovat." Mrs. Larue ordered, tapping her foot on the marble floor.

"Ummm, y-you see, I th-thought of s-something funny…" I said, wringing my hands due to a nervous habit.

"I will see you after school, Mr. Lovat." She said as the bell rang. A sea of 6th grade students swarmed out into the hall. I stayed behind, picking up my books with a sigh. I trudged out of the classroom. This was gonna be a BAD day.

Do ya like it? Hate it? Do you really care? Tell me in the comments! I know, it's kinda short, but it'll be longer next time! Hoped you liked the first chappie!

Peace, love, and tacos peeps!

-Saharasiam