Resident Evil High School

I do not own any of this, it is all made from Capcom and I have no part. The plot idea is something I thought up of. Enjoy! I love to write but I'm still majorly improving. I tend to rush things, which you might or might not notice, so please stay with me. ^-^

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The wind was gentle; it brushed through her brown locks, pressing different layers of strands either behind her neck or in front, as she gazed upon the large school building made entirely of bricks and possible concrete. It was any public school she had been to, only this one was known well for their athletes and major competition. Helena loved her sports; she loved to play volleyball but knowing the skills of this schools team she was nothing but a speck of dirt. It would have worked well in her last school, making top of each team, she could brag about how she pummeled her last opponents and yet when it came to this school she was rendered useless. They found and analyzed her weak spots, using every bit of effort to bring her down. Now that she moved to Raccoon City with her family, things were definitely not going to be easy. These type of students were told to be stuck up, when their athletic pride got between their social skills and life… It wasn't exactly the greatest mix up.

The bell rung, students rushing past in quick attempt to not be late or at least pass the five minute limit, she halted in front of the blue doors, debating whether she should go in or skip the day. Her hand froze near the handle and fear flooded over her.

"You can go in, it's a public school." She turned her head quickly, looking to a teenager who stood about five feet seven inches. The boy had such dark ocean blue eyes, a sad pit created in her stomach just from looking. His hair was a golden brown, lit in the sunlight that fell to his mid cheek hiding half of his right. She found herself rather mesmerized by him.

"I could… but that would involve socializing. A new city means completely new faces," he smiled at her with gentleness and opened the door for her, "I'm Helena." Her fingers slid to her binders tightly, a swift flow of butterflies sinking in.

His eyes swept up and down her body before he scanned the hall. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Jeans, a plaid purple and black shirt that tied underneath her chest with a soft black tank top underneath, suited her all too nicely. Leon had motioned with his head for her to follow, his hands stuffing into his pocket while he kept a calm complexion. The halls were too quiet for her to believe this is the one school that everyone wants to go to. All the rumours her old friends used to tell her so she wouldn't have to move were sort of scary, she almost believed them… It was only the first day so she shouldn't even start giving the benefit of the doubt.

"What grade are you in?" His arms were nicely toned; anyone could see he worked out on a basis that kept him fit. She would love to see if he had abs, "Helena?"

She pulled out of her trance, shaking her head and bumping into his side, "Ah, what grade do you think?" he tapped his chin for a moment, fully taking in her appearance.

"I assume my grade, twelve. You come off as mature already." The two met in a quick gaze that ended with her losing her focus to another student that shoved her into the grey painted lockers, "Watch it, Muller." His jaw tightened, his brows forming a frown, "That is Jake Muller. You are more than likely to hear about him since he's the world's biggest problem." Anyone could see the tension the two had but he kept himself from swearing at the bully.

"He looks problematic but who's to judge a book by its cover? Anyways, I am in grade eleven. Thanks very much Leon." Helena turned her back, tightening her grip around her books. The office was in plain sights, she could see the secretary sitting in her desk.

"You don't want my number?" she was surprised, her head turned before her feet and Leon looked slightly embarrassed, "force of habit, sorry." Helena hesitated. Why would such a good looking man like him want a number from her? She wasn't anything special, at least not to him. They stood frozen for a moment before he pulled out his phone, "You're going to make me stand here for how long? I don't take rejection to well." He chuckled to her silence, knowing he was making a fool out of himself.

She sighed, "Will my number just sit on your phone or will you take some effort to actually text me?" he felt as if he annoyed her to max capacity. Helena's eyes had said otherwise, she just didn't want to waste any time. Especially now, the two of them were both late for class. Leon shook his head innocently, like a puppy almost. They quickly switched numbers and oddly enough that declared their immediate friendship. Leon led her to the office, waiting patiently and willing to skip first period just to escort her to whatever class she would have. Her expression hadn't changed the moment she entered the school, it was plain and… expressionless. She was cute, he admitted, and also kind of terrifying. The silent ones tend to be the ones who are capable of a lot more.

"You have Mr. Coen, he is probably the coolest teacher you could get for first class," he seemed thrilled by the turn of events, she had good luck then. Leon kept peering over her shoulder at her schedule, taking in her locker information as well as when her spares were timed, "This way." He took her by the waist and pulled her gently along the north area of the school, "One locker separates us, I don't bite so we'll get along just fine." He assured her.

"Where's Mr. Coen's room?" she shoved three binders inside the small, yet very tall, containment. Helena followed behind him, moving into a classroom filled with many students. All the girls raised their heads to the sight of the, so popular, Leon. Giggles and laughs spurted in the forty five seconds of standing there.

The teacher was tall, definitely built with muscles, like the rest of the school so far. He had a friendly and very inviting smile that requested she take a seat in an empty seat, "Uhm, thank you again for helping me." She was sincere when she thanked him, holding her head down as she retreated to an empty chair in the back next to a girl with short blonde hair. The way her hair layered with different spikes that softly pressed up, her eyes had been those of a rich man's daughter. A very diamond blue, their value could be beyond the amount she could count too. Not only that, she was small and was very porcelain looking, her small and yet delicate fingers looked like they could smash on impact. Was everyone in this school perfect? If so, she felt out of place, as if she dropped the expectations of what everyone else should look like. Other than the fact this very cute girl had been smiling at her with joy, she felt welcomed. Unlike the other students that passed her by with no intention of even taking in the basic color of her hair.

"Hey," She smiled brilliantly, showing her pearly white teeth that had been straight with perfection, "Helena, right? Welcome to Raccoon City Highschool or welcome to Raccoon City in general." The girl rested her head on her palm, a couple of expensive thin gold bangles falling to the middle of her forearm. She definitely dressed as if she had a good couple of bucks in her pocket. A white sweater covered her torso with the brands name across her chest, it was zipped midway to her chest to reveal a blue button up tank top the not surprisingly brought out her eye color. And to finish her off, a pair off skinny dark blue jeans fitted her with some black high tops and blue laces.

Helena put her binder down, looking to the new found friend. "Do they just tell anyone anything?" The look of fear plastered over the blondes face as if Helena threatened to hit her, "Not that I care much, I was just curious. That's it." Relief flooded over, she returned to her smile.

"Sorry, I was just a bit nervous… I didn't mean to sound creepy or anything. The teachers just throw out if the student is new from another city or another school. You'll be given a warmer welcome then I achieved, I can promise you that." The spite said in her words must have been due to the thought of a bad memory. If Helena could guess, she was embarrassed or hurt. Who would ever want to hurt a creature as beautiful as her? I'd only be time before she would unveil who she really is if she isn't this kind.

"It's fine, don't worry." Leon and the teacher got into a conversation, which interrupted the lesson… not that anyone really minded now that one of the schools hottest boys stood in front of the room, "What's your name?" Her brown eyes soared from the two to the unnamed woman.

"Sherry Birkin." Said the woman with a very cheery smile.

Helena shook her hand, returning a small lift of the corner of her right lip. It was an attempt at a smile and she didn't feel as thrilled as sherry did. The two turned to the front, watching the senior year boy leave. Sherry caught glimpse of Helena's gaze… it was something different than the usual stare from girls he got, it was a star of admiration and something she couldn't identify yet. In attempt to tease the new girl, she smiled innocently. "Cute, isn't he?" Helena turned,

"There are no words to describe him right now." She was blunt, very forward too.

Sherry was thinking of more ways to tease her, "he makes you breathless?"

"Do you like him?" Sherry's plan backfired but Helena knew all along what she was up to and her little trick, her mouth dropped open. From her expression It was an immediate no, Sherry and Leon were like brother and sister. He took care of her when she was sick, when she was sad, and when the girls at school bullied her till she was nothing but tears and pain, he was there to consult them, "I'm sorry, that was bad. I assume you two are related then."

"Ah, we're not related by blood but he's like an older brother to me, we've been together since birth so it's nothing more. I can see what you mean, people thought the same for a while." Helena understood a little more better, she could see the moment she brought up her feelings… sherry went into a daydream where her eyes fell low and her shoulders slumped, "He really is a good person, so if anyone tells you otherwise you don't listen." Helena agreed, changing the subject to something more relevant to school.

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"Our school is really bad for being sectioned… There's the kids who absolutely hate life and tend to get on the principles bad side." Helena immediately recognized the one who shoved her into the locker; he sat on the table while playing with what seemed to be his girlfriend. They shared a kiss before having a mercy war with their interlocked fingers. His eyes met with Helena's and a dirty scowl crossed his face, she had smirked which worked his nerves to no end.

'He already hates me and we just met… looks like he can't control his anger either. Does he want to play? I like games.' She thought hastily to herself while setting her tray down, with the contents of an unusually large lunch. People stared her food down, mainly because it looked delicious. Two sandwiches that consisted of fluffy lettuce, perfectly sliced ham that was cut with precision, two layers of thin cut cheese, and lastly a thin layout of miracle whip. Her dessert was a chocolate cake, drenched with extra topping and finished with three cut strawberries on the top. Every girl desires to eat as much as she wants without getting fat but because Helena was athletic she spent her days eating all the time and working out at a local gym.

"Behind you are the music lovers, they make great mix tapes for the dances the school usually runs. If I were you, I'd suck up to them. They only take requests from friends and totally blow off anyone who's a complete ass. Not far t your right is the… highly intelligent group of teenagers." She avoided offending anyone; she seemed very kind and thoughtful, "If you feel you need help with anything, from laptops to your phone or even homework, you ask them. They are really nice to everyone, except the popular kids who actually deserve it. Their spot is over there, Leon is one of them. Watch out for Ashley, Alex, Spencer, Rain, Alexia, and them. The only cool people there are Leon, Chris, and Claire… If you ask me, they have a lot of moral and are only popular because they treat people how they want to be treated. Lastly, there are people like us. We are average, normal, and don't fit in with any group because we don't do much. The athletes are with the popular teenagers so if you are into sports, you are more welcome with them. If you do join the sports, they will take you from whoever you're with. It happened to Leon in freshman year."

"This is a lot to remember… If I do join sports, I think I'd like to keep my distance from any group. I hate to be separated for who I am. I am everything, I like music, sports, school, and… that's about it. I can tell it's going to be a bit havoc for the rest of my schooling though. Why aren't you sitting with the popular kids? You're beautiful, very kind too." Helena felt her phone buzzing away, vibrating in her pocket over and over. She slowly pulled it out, it was the man she met earlier, Leon.

'You should come over so you can meet my other friends.'

'Can I bring Sherry?'

'She doesn't get along with them that well.'

'I'll meet them another time. I'm in her company right now.' She turned her phone to silent, shoving it into her pocket quickly. Sherry had waited for her attention, being very patient.

"I'm not popular because they think I'm nothing but a spoiled brat and a big daddy's girl. Since I never wanted to drink or party they shut me out and pick on me as if I was lower than them. They are really mean people if you're not popular like them." She shrugged, pulling off her sweater slowly to show off her beautiful slim upper body. Her skin was the softest ivory color Helena ever laid her eyes on, not only that but the blonde's arms were long and shaped perfect in every way. Sherry was so much like a doll it was hard to tell if she was even real, especially when she stood still. Helena could figure one thing, the popular kids were jealous of her perfection. Their hate lead from one to another till they shunned her out completely.

"Hey, you're wearing the same shirt as the blonde next to Leon." Helena noticed,

"Why are you looking that way?" she was caught, her and Leon were making eye contact every other moment and she was feeling a connection. Helena turned so quickly to her friend she spilt her water across the round table. Helena shoved her napkins before it could fall onto Sherry's pants, "If he makes you this clumsy, maybe you should just go over there and talk to him." She giggled,

"No, isn't he dating the blonde? She's been clinging to his arm." She had the mess clean in no time. Sherry got up and walked to the cafeteria lady, receiving a couple of napkins. A couple of the students watched her clean her mess quickly, that's when the sound of glass smashing lead to everyone staring towards the two blondes who wore the same shirt. It was mere seconds before Sherry's hand drew blood. Helena missed what happened and didn't waste a second to rushing to her side. The girls hands tore Sherry's shirt from the center to reveal her slightly small chest and blue bra. Helena pushed the bully from her chest to the ground, quickly taking off her plaid top and putting in on top of her. Sherry's eyes filled with tears, each drop falling slowly. Something was said and it was offensive. People surrounded, no one taking a step to even help, "What did you say to her?"

"You would like to know." Helena pulled her up by her shirt, their faces barely an inch away. The fear that flooded through the smaller woman's eyes was unbelievable.

"Enlighten me." Her voice was scary, it had such a horse tone that the woman she held trembled. It went completely silent; everyone feared what would happen to the new girl now that she messed with Spencer's girlfriend. Helena was pulled away by her hair, the grip was that of a man's and he didn't tolerate anyone touching his girl. Spencer took no hesitation to taking a swing at Helena; his fist collided with the corner of her jaw. She was shot back into the counter of the cafeteria; her knees bunched up to her chest while she sat slouched over her knees. After a moment, the teen claimed victory. How he regretted ever touching Helena. With a swift push off the ground, she sucker punched the man up from her position to right beneath his chin. He faltered back, moving into the crowd. She jumped onto his arm, her legs wrapping around his shoulder while her weight pulled them down. The fall was harder on Spencer then it was on Helena, she managed to flip the giant man onto his back while he grunted. Helena straddled on top, her knees on each side of his thighs, the grip of her hand so tight on his collar her knuckles flooded white. Each swing she took to his face earned another scream from his girlfriend. It was time to call it quits, she got up while he still had consciousness… anymore damage she would attempt could cause even more drama, not that she didn't already have more of that on the way, he did deserve every punch she had to offer though.

"Hey! What's going on! Move!" the call of a teacher alerted everyone who stood by. Helena grabbed her new friend by the hand while rushing through the crowd that slowly dispersed. Sherry wiped her tears, the wind that they created while running not necessarily helping anymore.

"The last door on the right, don't stop because Ashley is going to pull off a bullshit lie." Leon pulled ahead of the two girls, opening the room for them. When it shut she pulled off from Sherry and placed her on the nurse's chair so she could overlook her wounds. There was a pretty deep cut on her hand. A line of blood from the heel of her palm to the tips of her fingers gave Helena a very nervous feeling… It was just like her father. If he wasn't coughing up blood… he was bleeding out his nose. It wasn't anything new to her; blood was a daily event at her home. The three of them were slightly tired from their run, their breaths quick and rigid. Everyone froze immediately. The knob of the door jiggled. Helena turned quickly, holding her breath in hopes they wouldn't get in as much trouble as she thought they would. The last thing she wanted to do was bring these two down with her, especially Sherry since she was the victim in the situation to begin with.

Helena closed her eyes, waiting for the voice of an angry teacher or perhaps revenge from Spencer. Either way, it's not going to end well.

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