Disclaimer: The Total Drama Series doesn't belong to me (I wish it did lol) Just a fan.
Summary: Simply Noah and everything leading up to his end on Total Drama.
"Noah"
"Be a good boy today, you hear?"
"Yes, Mama-ji."
"And please, please no fighting with your teachers. Please baby."
I couldn't really respond to that. I mean, even from a younger age I knew not all adults understood half of what they preached. Some teachers deserved to be guided and who was better at that than me? Honestly. My first day in the public school system was one I had honestly dreaded after being in private school from grade one to five. Hearing all the warnings from my peers about public school, it sounded like I'd been signed up for jail time. Don't get me mixed up though, private school wasn't any better, especially since the school had been a religious one. If you know me, you know I'm generally a realist. Meditation had usually turned into a long nap or even better, a lengthy slumber which turned into a call home, which turned into a lecture from Dad. Spontaneous religious text readings had turned to misunderstandings, which turned into bad grades, which turned into another lecture. I always felt like I didn't need the school system and I swear, if schools didn't have a library, I wouldn't attend.
"Okay then." My mother sighed, looking me over. "I'll pick you up after school, alright?" I gave a nod and turned away toward the stairs that lead to the entrance. First thing I noticed off the bat, it smelled like rotten cheese or my older brother, Natawar's running shoes when he used to run track. I remember I dug into my backpack and pulled my schedule out, and for that entire day, I held it like it was some kind of life line. The kids looked and smelled weird, and it was a bit strange seeing a mix of different types of people scattered in the halls. My first class, if I remember properly, had been Earth Science. I got lost and ended up running after I heard the late bell go off. Let me tell you something, I don't run. I never run. Ever. I had been really worried about getting in trouble though, thinking back to being late in a Hindustani establishment, the punishments were brutal. When I opened the room door, I was expecting all hell to break loose. Instead, it was nothing but blank stares from the children already seated inside, like I was some kind of alien or something. I remember hating the fact that the tables sat two students together, I like my personal space to put my feet up if I need a quick snooze or an extra seat to set my books down on.
"Hm? Transfer student, right?" The teacher looked ridiculous, and I can remember staring at him for a few seconds before I finally responded. Bulky, thick lenses, high rise trousers with suspenders holding them in place and a shiny, obviously unnatural hair piece.
"Erm—yes?" The answer was practically croaked out of my pre-pubescent throat, mostly because I was fighting my wits. It would have been so easy to poke a bit of fun, but I still wasn't familiar with the school system.
"Name please?"
"Natraaj." Okay, shut up, shut up. I know what you're thinking to yourself and it's one of two things. Either 'How do you pronounce that?' or 'Um, I thought your name was Noah.' Relax, okay? Seriously, calm down and let me explain myself later. So, the ridiculously dressed man gave me a gap toothed smile and nodded as he checked my name off rather quickly. I'm pretty sure my out-of-the-ordinary name was easy to find.
"Okay, you can take the empty seat right in the middle row." I followed my gaze in the direction he'd been pointing his wrinkly finger and saw someone was already placed at the desk. First thing I noticed about the kid, he was digging for gold, and I don't mean pirate treasure type gold. For a fact, I know I cringed, but I took the placement and settled down in my seat. "We'll start in just a moment class, I'd just like to get attendance handed in." I sat down and set my bag onto the ground beside me, pulling a notebook and a fresh pencil. The ginger-headed kid had stared at me the entire time, adjusting his glasses or blowing his nose with a tissue, loudly I should add. And I'm not sure why, but I felt like he'd leaned in a bit to smell my hair. All I know is, after a while of having my personal space violated, I was getting annoyed.
"Do you mind, four-eyes?" I finally mumbled. I guess that caught the geek off guard since he jumped the moment I spoke. He scratched his nose with his thumb and flicked something off before he got back to me.
"You're new."
"Oh wow, didn't realize that. Thanks, Captain Obvious."
"I'm Harold. I thought you didn't speak English or something." I glanced at him with narrow eyes for a moment. I thought he was joking, but the expression on his face was validation, this guy was a complete idiot.
"If I didn't speak English, then why would they put me in this class?"
"Uh, I don't know." I rolled my eyes and opened my notebook, thinking it would end the pointless conversation brewing, but it didn't. The geek actually pulled his seat closer to mine, as if we weren't close enough.
"Seriously? You're way too close right now."
"What's your name? I told you mine, tell me yours. I mean, it's only right since we'll be desk neighbors this year." I had already planned on a seat change at this point, but I answered his question after a deep sigh.
"Natraaj Singh." There was silence for a while. Harold just blinked a few times.
"Pardon?"
"Natraaj." Silence again. I narrowed my gaze when my name didn't seem to be getting through to him. Randomly, I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned around. "What?"
"I'm Owen. Your name sounds like someone sneezing. Ha!" I took that as offense, especially with the way this guy carried himself in white shirt, stained with brown splotches.
"You're one to talk, lunchbox." Harold chuckled, but my glance instantly shut him up.
"Hey man, I didn't mean anything by it. Maybe you just need a nickname?" I turned back to the fat kid.
"I don't do nicknames."
"What about, tightwad?" Harold mumbled. "We're just trying to be friendly, gosh…" I rubbed my temples this time. Maybe I was sorta being a bit uptight.
"Fine, but nothing stupid."
"What about, Overlord? Makes you sound like the master of a foreign world, ruled by wizards of darkness and black magic."
"…no."
"Okay, what about something simple? Like Thor, God of-"
"Harold, NO." Owen gave it some thought before he grinned.
"Noah."
"What? That's a completely different name."
"It's easier to say and I mean, it starts with an 'N'. The clerk at the bakery around the corner is named Noah too…or maybe it was Fred. I can't remember. It might have been Cooper or—"
"OKAY! FINE! Noah! Call me, Noah! Just stop talking." They seemed content with the name and finally kept quiet when the teacher stood to start his lesson. So far, the day hadn't impressed me at all. The children were obnoxious and the teachers were amateur. I literally didn't learn anything throughout the day. Nothing during my mathematics classes, nothing during social studies and of course nothing I didn't already know about my body in P.E.. As my mother had assured me, Pooja Singh had been waiting for me outside her car afterschool. She had a look of concern at first, but unfortunately, I had company to escort me outside.
"Natraaj, who is this?" She asked me with a bright smile toward four-eyes and lunchbox. "Friends already?"
"They aren't my friends. Can we go now?"
"Natraaj, that isn't very nice at all. Say goodbye and I'll be in the car." I voiced a protesting groan and faced the two, gripping my backpack. Idiotic smiles looked back at my stoic expression.
"Bye. And I'm only saying so because my mother is watching." The obese one grabbed me in a tight hug and I PRAYED that the stains on his shirt, that were now touching mine, were from something edible and could be removed.
"See you tomorrow, Noah buddy!" I shoved him the best I could, but I moved more that he did. He smelled like garlic and ass. But mostly ass.
"Don't ever do that again. EVER." I heard my mother call for me harshly and sighed. Harold did some kind of weird thing with his hands, separating his fingers in a strange way when he held his hand up to me.
"Farewell, Overlord Master Noah. We shall fight again, side by side, at dawn." I rolled my eyes and walked to my car. I had enough of public school on my first day and I was hoping I would never have to see these two idiots ever again in my life. The effort to be nice was extremely tiring and I knew as soon as I sat in the backseat, I'd be out cold.