Here it is at last! The beginning of Clemenceau High. We would like to apologise for the disjointed flow of this teaser, though. We just had too many ideas and couldn't fit them all in nicely. As a result, we probably botched the whole thing up, and now it's not doing a wonderful job of drawing people in to read the other chapters...

Oh well. May it brighten up your day, anyway.

This chapter is dedicated to all our loyal reviewers so far. Thank you! We appreciate it!

Well, enough of our ramblings already. On with the show!

PS. Blame the insanity on the one and only Veggie. Slaughter her, not us.

Walking on a seemingly innocent and blissful route to the train station (to meet with his brothers), Zac was halted abruptly in his tracks by the most girlish, high-pitched, bimbotic squeal he had ever heard behind him. His precious, fragile imaginary world filled with wide, open fields full of pretty pink flowers and no stalking secret admirers shattered as quickly as it had come, and he allowed himself an ironic moment of inside level-headed calmness, where he tried to squeeze in a last-ditch attempt of mind and soul guru yoga.

(Guaranteed to calm the traumatised, it had stated on the instruction manual for dummies... but one could hardly HIM a dummy. Not to mention, this was anything but traumatising... (Do you detect the sarcasm here?) Zac nearly did a 'Number 2' (AKA wet pants) in fright, for goodness sake! The guarantee had better work…which it of course did not. Well, that was Plan A gone.)

Slowly, with a 1000-pound sinking feeling settling at the bottom of his stomach, the boy hunched his shoulders and tensed up like a fat slug ready to squiggle away for dear life. Grasping his school trunk and guitar case with a tighter-than-death grip, he prepared to make a mad dash aka Really Quick Getaway for the incoming train when...

"Oh Zackky, darling! I have not seen you in days!" Something squealed somewhere in the distance, sounding very much like a live pig being roasted to death. "Did you know how much I missed you? Every second was like a year to me…Where did you disappear to? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding me!" Zac grimaced and turned slowly to face the speaker.

She was a rosy-faced girl with huge, pouting puffer-fish-like lips. The girl was currently frowning, and her two ponytails swung out on either side of her as she jogged briskly towards the very undignified-looking Head-Boy.

From a bystander's point of view, it well appeared to be that she was running in a 'slow-motion', in kind of scene, the kind where two lovers are reunited or something equally dramatic. Sadly for Zac, he was so horrified that his worst nightmare had come true that his brain (normally quick-witted with an IQ of over 10000000000) was reeling very slowly as it processed this sadistic information at the rate of a girl's one second equals one year kind of equation.

"NOOOO…" the traumatised teenager slowly wailed, dreading the outcome of this meeting. The very fact that she was slowly… frisking… to… his… side… flinging… her arms… wide open… to lock him in a very dramatic sort of romantic embrace suddenly made him want to faint or commit suicide on the spot. Hmm… Hang or drown? Maybe poison?

Nah, Zac valued his life more than that. What sort of doctor would he make if he committed suicide because of a girl? He would drop from hero to zero at once! The Head-Boy mentally weighed his options quickly, wondering if he should spin on his heel and disappear into the murky mysterious yet female-free caves of Tibet forever, or the thick black woods of Batavia where no one spoke anything but the cryptic code Ж-Љ-д otherwise known as 'OOGIE OGGIE'. Going into recluse might not be as bad as it seemed; being a hermit sounded fine at such a desperate time too.

Suddenly Zackky-Poo had a GRAND idea! Just as his adoring fan was about to pull him in for the kiss of death, he ducked down suddenly and announced, "Oopsie! Shoelace got undone! Wouldn't want to trip over that now, would we?" and pretended to do up his laces ever-so-neatly.

In the safety of the train station, Frank and Fred grinned like Jojo the clown AKA blithering idiots as they boarded, nudging each other, faking girly giggles, throwing fat exaggerated kisses and sending suggestive winks to their properly miserable brother. Zac glanced longingly at the train as it screeched merrily off. Joy upon joys. Now he was alone in dealing with his love-stuck, and we mean struck, not-so-secret admirer.

"Did you see Zac's face as we left?" laughed Frank, plopping gaily down onto an empty seat. His siblings happily squeezed in on either side of him. Even Frans was somewhat amused by his brother's Romeo-Juliet predicament. Or should it be a Jack/Rose moment in Titanic?

"And did you notice…" Frank was interrupted by a dreamy sigh, the kind where a hot male hero saves a silly screaming female (usually the damsel in distress, with the amazing capability of getting into trouble ALL the time), and all the girls watching the movie go 'sigh…'.

Turning to his right at the sound, he froze as he saw a love-struck girl gazing all-too-adoringly at him, fluttering her lashes, then blushing like a raccoon with a bad sunburn (AN: HEH HEH HEH…) when she saw him looking at her. NOW it was Frank's turn to groan like a proper hero in distress…