Dear Keith


Disclaimer: I do NOT own Voltron!


Today was the first day, the first week, and the first month back. They all knew that the new year was closing in fast to haunt them, but, of course, they were in denial. Today was the first day of school. Many arrived as the school's new class of fresh meat while the rest returned to endure another year. The freshmen were bundles of nerves, wondering whether they will be able to find their classes, and the upperclassmen stood on the sidelines enjoying watching their lowerclassmen squirm.

A young man rolled his eyes as he passed a freshman boy who struggled to open up his locker.

"Freshmen," he muttered as he continued walking.

"Just know you were just like them, Lance."

Lance's blue eyes slightly widened as he turned his head to look at the owner of the voice. Walking alongside him was a young, scrawny girl. The glasses the girl wore were large moons and her choice of clothes were a simple green turtleneck, beige cargo shorts, and mustard high-tops.

"Ah, Pidge," Lance exclaimed cheerfully as he playfully ruffled the auburn mop on the girl's head. "How've you been?"

If looks could kill, Lance would have been vaporized on the spot. Once Pidge earned a startled reaction from the boy, her stern features softened and she gave him a small smile.

"Matt started college today and I get the whole house to myself for a few days, so life's been sweet."

"Where are your parents?"

"They decided to keep Matt company until he gets himself situated. How about you? Was summer better for you this year?"

The young man groaned from the question, earning a quiet giggle from Pidge.

After a few minutes of catching up, Lance took out his phone to look at the time.

"I've got to run; I have English first hour and I don't want to be late. See you at lunch?"

Pidge gave him a toothy grin and waved him off. The tan boy smiled back and maneuvered through the student-filled halls.


Lance barely made it. It was trying to get there, but the teenager made it to class a few seconds before the bell rang. Small beads of sweat crawled down the side of his forehead and his heartbeat leaped every second.

Damn freshmen.

Ignoring the curious stares of his classmates, Lance scanned the room until his eyes landed on a plump boy wearing black headphones. Like Lance, the boy was tan, only a few shades darker. His style was pretty unique. The young man always wore that green vest and orange headband of his; there was never a time Lance saw him without them. The very thought amused him.

Lance walked down the aisle, avoiding the many backpacks that cluttered the floor and took a seat next to the stout male. The boy jumped subtlety and took off his headphones, giving his full undivided attention. When he saw who the person was next to him, he wore a huge smile.

"Lance, buddy! Glad you're here! Was hoping we had at least one class together. How've you been?"

"I've been okay," he said as his eyes wandered around the room. "Summer was boring; you and Pidge were too busy to hang out. What was up with that?"

"Family and work. That is all I can say. Sorry."

Lance rolled his eyes and playfully punched him on the arm. "Don't worry, Hunk. You're forgiven."

"Sorry for the wait, class."

A young teacher, who was at least in his early thirties, walked in with his briefcase in hand. He set down his bag, fixed the collar of his crisp shirt, and clapped his hands together, getting the class' attention.

"Well first off I'd like to say welcome back! You've worked so hard to get this far, but the next step is to graduate. Even though you're nearing the finish line of your high school career, I expect you to keep up the hard work; in other words don't slack off."

The class groaned only to receive a deep chuckle from him.

"Now, now, there will be no whining in my class." He whipped out a small stack of envelopes from his bag and faced his students. "My name is Adam Whittaker, but do call me Mr. Whittaker. I will be your English 12 teacher for the remainder of the year.

"Considering you guys just came back from a long summer break I thought we'd do something fun and easy. When I call your name, please raise your hand so I can give you your envelope."

Lance shook his head and lied it on the desk. He let out a sigh and gazed at the clock that hung above the door frame. This was the first class of the day and he already wanted to go home. What was the point of doing work on the first day? He just got back from vacation and the first thing he had to do on his first day back was work.

"Lance? Lance McClain."

The boy was dragged out of his daydream and abruptly sat up, raising his hand.

Mr. Whittaker arched his eyebrow from Lance's odd behavior and handed Lance his envelope.

"Alright, now that everyone has their envelopes I would like you to open them. Inside is a letter from a student who attends a neighboring school. What I want from you is to respond to them. You guys have the whole class period. You may begin."

Lance picked up his envelope and observed it closely. On the face of the envelope was his name written in perfect cursive. Every letter and every curve was exquisite.

He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a wrinkled piece of a paper. He lied the sheet on his desk and tried smoothing it out to get a better look of what was written on it.


Dear Lance,

I really didn't have a lot to say considering I don't know you, but this is for a grade so what the hell?

Who would have thought we'd have to do this pen pal shit in high school? This is so first grade.

Anyway, let's just get on with it. How was your summer?


No kidding! They were serious when they said they had nothing to say, Lance thought to himself.

Lance picked up his pen and lightly tapped it on his chin. He looked up at the ceiling, hoping some god out there would help him come up with an answer.

"Oh screw it," he muttered as he began writing whatever came to mind.


Dear... Seriously? No name?

And why so blunt? This may be for a grade but at least have some fun writing this "first grade shit". Who knows, you might actually enjoy writing these letters.

How am I not surprised? You are literally the third person who has asked me that. It's annoying actually, but since you asked I might as well give you an answer.

My summer, like most summers, was boring. Nothing happens here, and my friends were too busy. I don't blame them but still... Also, I had to take extra shifts for the first two months because most of my co-workers used their vacation days. I know I shouldn't complain; I am doing something other than sitting on my ass all day. How about you? Hopefully your summer wasn't too bad.

Your acquaintance,

Lance McClain


Lance read over his response and stood up, walking over to his teacher's desk. He placed his letter on Mr. Whittaker's desk and trudged back to his assigned seat, waiting for the dumb class to finally end.


A/N: Hello, everyone. I had this story on an alt account and decided today to move it onto my main account. I deleted the other one so not to have two of the same story on this site. I have two more chapters ready to be published, so I might get them out here today. The fourth chapter is on its way, too; I'm still working on it. As the summary states, updates will be slow. I am in college now and I won't have time to write as much as I want to, but knowing me and my updating schedule, updating was never a strength of mine, lol. Anyway, this is an AU, a high school AU, so no "pew, pew's" or "blam, blam's" here. I wish to make a Voltron fic that focuses on all of the action, but I am not comfortable with that sort of setting. YET. I'm all about the romance, fluff, and relationships.

This fic will contain sensitive material later on in the story, but I really don't want to explain what it is because I feel like it will give everything away, you know.

THANK YOU for even clicking and reading this story. All is appreciated. I may not exactly know where the plot is going, but I will try to make this a decent read. Bare with me.