Out of My Mind, Back in Five Minutes
by CheshireCat2010
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust.
Summary: Welcome to Chaythe High School! Enjoy the insanity.
A/N: This is supposed to be a humor/romantic. I'm usually not very good at these…but, oh well. This story is VERY OOC and some characters from other series will be here, so if you don't like it, go to Cuba.
Chapter 1:
First Day Jitters
Charlotte had never been so nervous in her entire life. Sure, she'd been nervous before, like right before chorus concerts at her old school, Elsinore High. But today, she was starting a new school. Chaythe High School, it was called. She buttoned the last button of her collared shirt and tucked it into her skirt, as per the school's uniform. At Elsinore, the skirts had been a dark blue, almost black. At Chaythe, they were a deep crimson red, almost the color of blood. In her mind, it was a welcome change. Blue was not her color.
She grabbed the schedule she'd gotten at registration a couple of days before. It was a block schedule; she would have four classes from August to December; then four different ones when January came. Those would last until the end of the school year. Each class was an hour and a half. She glossed over the paper one last time.
Elbourne, Charlotte
Fall Term
Homeroom: Burns- Room 313
Block 1: English 11 Honors- Fey, Room 337
Block 2: Algebra 2- Markus, Room 131
Block 3: French 2- Vigée-Lebrun, Room 321
Block 4: Chorus- Papillon, Room 280
How on Earth was she supposed to find her way around? What about making friends? Why did her father decide to move here, anyway!
* * *
"Ouch." Grove muttered as the needle pierced his finger. This was his first day, too- as a teacher. Yup, Mr. Grove Markus was his name, Algebra 1 and 2 was his game- apparently. He was particularly worried because of how the stress of this new job could affect his condition. Grove was type 1 diabetic- hence the need to prick his finger- and a blood sugar reaction on his first day would not look good. He pressed the drop of blood from his finger to the strip. Five seconds later, a number flashed on the screen.
101. A good sugar level. Grove sighed in relief.
"Hey, Grove," came the voice of his little sister, Leila, already dressed in Chaythe High's uniform. "How are you feeling?"
Grove smiled. "Just tested. I'm 101."
Leila returned the smile. "So far, so good."
Grove and Leila were both adopted, as were their other three brothers; Nolt, Borgoff, and Kyle. Leila was the youngest and the only one still in high school. Grove was the oldest and had graduated from college two years ago. He'd completed a year of internship at Chaythe the previous year and was now a full-time teacher.
"God, I hate this uniform," complained Leila. "Why do we have to wear this stupid thing? I should start a petition to switch to a less strict dress code."
"I swear, Leila, you should major in political science in college." Grove said.
"You're very funny."
* * *
It was 8:00 a.m. and already the student parking lot was a nightmare. D was lucky enough to get to his space without rear-ending someone. As he finally got into his space, another car pulled up beside him. It was Meier Link. The two used to not like each other, but then in seventh grade they wound up working on this project for sex ed where they came up with a skit. It turned out that they had a lot in common, and they've been friends ever since.
"Hey, D," said Meier.
"Hey, Meier, how was your summer?" D asked.
"I got a third-degree sunburn at the beach," replied Meier.
"I broke up with Doris."
Meier smirked. "I win."
"Yes, you do," said D. He changed the subject as the two walked into the building. "What do you have first?"
Meier looked at his schedule. "English with Fey. You?"
"Damn it! I have German 2 with Karlstad."
"Well, I know Benge's in your class. That should be fun."
"You remember last year in English when we were reenacting Caesar's murder and Benge screamed "BATTLE ROYALE!" and tackled the guy who was playing Caesar?"
Meier laughed. "Remind me to bring that up at graduation."