The following story is created by the two author accounts FluffyTigerB and xXRhymeXx.
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~FML~
New day, new school, new start. Chris smiled as he walked down the hallway. It felt good to be back in school since his parents died. It felt like forever since he smelled the halls of learning. It was only a few days ago since they had moved to the area, anyway.
Aunt Laura said that a new area would help them move on from the past, and Chris could already feel himself relaxing more than he had in the past few months. She said that the area here in the countryside was a nice place to live.
Apparently she mentioned that she had lived here before and that it was a nice area. So why not try it out and see how it is? Chris loved the area. It was quiet and peaceful, unlike New York City. The neighbors seemed friendly and welcoming and some even knew Aunt Laura. What were the odds?
The only issue Chris had was with his retarded new school. 'Welcome to Raccoon High! Home of the'... 'Zombies'? Since when were Raccoons and Zombies the same? Shouldn't it be 'Home of the Rabid Raccoons' or something? The young brunette didn't understand. Maybe the people around here couldn't tell the difference?
He shrugged off the train of thought as he entered the office. Looking around, Chris could see that the office was pretty small for such a big school. It was like false advertising. Big school, small rooms. That's when Chris realized that there was no one in the office.
"Hello?" He called out as he looked around. He felt like he was being watched as a shiver ran down his spine. His gaze landed upon a cracked open door. "Hello?" He called again, quietly this time.
Suddenly the door flung open a a blob emerged, running straight at the brunette.
The hell?
He tried to turn on his feet quickly, but failed miserably as he landed on his rear. The backpack that he had on took most of the force, but Chris knew he'd be lucky not to have a bruise. He tried to scramble away to gain distance but it was too late. The 'thing' was already in front of him. He closed his eyes and waited for impact but it never came. It was silent and then laughter filled the room, echoing off every wall. Chris opened his eyes and looked up. The blob was laughing. He looked closer and saw that the blob was actually a person.
Oh thank god... Chris sighed in relief. I thought it was gonna eat me.
"You should have seen the look on your face!" The 'thing' cried.
"Erm... Excuse me?" Chris frowned as he glared at the thing.
The 'thing' moved closer and Chris flinched as it extended a hand.
"Sorry. We heard a new student was coming and we usually do that to them on their first day."
Chris took its hand as it helped him up.
Wait... 'We'? He looked around and could see teachers and secretarys starting to circulate throughout the room. Way to be embarrassed on my first day...
"Anyway, I'm Principal Irons. I hope you had no troubles finding the office." It was more like a question really, but Chris didn't mind.
"I suppose so. It was adequatly straightforward." He replied. Hoping to redeem himself with big fancy words.
The thing gave a sharp laugh. Chris could see its stomach jiggle and almost gagged. He instantly returned his attention to the man's weasely face.
"Your choice in vocabulary sounds like something your English teacher would use. I can sense that you guys are going to get along."
"What do you-" Chris was going to ask the blob what he meant but apparently the blob had another plan. He held up one hand as he fished for something in his pocket. He took out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the brunette.
"Those are you classroom numbers. I didn't have time to write down the teachers' names and subjects so you'll have to figure that out yourself."
Oh great that's so helpful. You probably didn't have time because you were trying to embarrass me...
"Thank-"
"We're in the first class of the day and we have three classes a day, and 6 classes altogether. On 'A' days you goto your first 3 classes on the paper then on 'B' days you goto the last 3. 2 hours for each class. We begin the school day at 8am and you guys get out at 3pm. Lunch is after your 2nd class of the day. Your classes today are for 'A' day. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." He started to turn around and walk back to the door when Chris ran up and stopped him.
"Wait, wait, wait! I do have questions, so why are you leaving?"
"I meant ask someone around you. Not just me. I've given you the information that you need. Now if you'll excuse me..." The 'thing' glared at Chris for a second then walked back through the door it came from.
Chris muttered something about just 'loving' the school already before walking out into the hallway. He could definitely tell that the principal here was going to get on his nerves.
He walked down the hallway looking for his class. The hallways felt a lot bigger since he was the only one going through them.
Dammit. I can't read this guy's handwriting. Is that a 5? No, a 9? 0? He sighed in frustration and decided to stop in a class room to ask. He walked up to the door on his left and knocked. A young girl answered it. Young as in... She looks the same age as Claire. Jesus... Is she actually in highschool?
"Yes what is it?" Her voice was powerful and confident. Something you don't normally see in a middle school child.
"Erm... I'm having issues reading this. The principal gave it to me." He held out the paper for her to take.
"Hmm... 105. Chemistry room."
"Oh great, where can I find that room." Chris asked hopefully. She stared at him in disbelief then point to the sign next to the door. The sign read,
105
Chem. Lab
"Oh... Sorry I didn't read it."
"It's fine. Why don't you come on in." The girl stepped aside and made room for Chris to enter, although he probably could have gone around her and still had enough room.
He walked into a full classroom and felt eyes upon him. He looked around and saw only the students.
"Where's the teacher?" He asked as he scanned the room. The class was then filled with giggles and laughter. He turned to the girl and he could see she was glaring at the other students. The room slowly came down to whispers as the girl turned back.
"I'm your teacher. Ms. Chambers." She held out a hand and Chris hesitantly took it.
"For real? Aren't you too young to teach? Shouldn't you be in Middle school or Elementary?" The girl scowled before her face lit up.
"Okay I'll quit my job if you can answer this easy question correctly. What is the mass in grams of 10.0 million H2O molecules? Only one guess." She crossed her arms and stared up at Chris triumphantly.
"Uhh, 42?"
"Incorrect. The answer is 2.990 X 10^-16. Now if you could please take a seat in the back, I would like to carry on instruction." She smiled as Chris walked to the back of the room.
Chris was already drop dead tired by the time lunch was over. It was nice to sit with some people from his past two classes, but he barely even knew any of their names.
At least I wasn't some loner in the corner.
Before he went to lunch, Chris went to gym class. What he hated about that class was that no one told him that the instructor was someone who liked to play 'rough'. During what Chris thought was a nice game of two-hand touch football, he was tackled by the gym teacher, Blaine Everhart,(Or Mr. Everhart) and commanded everyone to dog-pile on the 'Newbie'.
Fun...
Chris was hoping that the last class of the day would be nice and easy since he went through pain and embarassment earlier on that day. He stopped outside of his next class. Room 303. He took a deep breath.
Finally almost over with this damn day... Chris exhaled as he moved to open the door. He entered the class room and looked around. No one. He was the only one there.
"Move, you incompetent creature. You're hindering the entrance to people." A voice growled behind Chris. The brunette reflexively jumped to the side and turned around to see who was talking.
In the doorway, a man, probably in his mid-late twenties, carrying a heavy looking book was looking down at Chris. The man's hair was a golden blonde and it was slicked back, his eyes covered by a pair of dark aviators, and his tight fitting black T-shirt showing the muscles in his biceps. Chris couldn't help but stare in awe at the man.
"Who the hell are you?" The man half snarled. "I don't have time for games. Class should be starting soon. So out with it and then move on." The man walked over to the big desk up front and plopped the book down.
"Well, um, I'm a new student and this is the class I was assigned." Chris stated nervously.
The man looked up at Chris and paused.
"Damn that Irons! I told him I refuse to teach idiotic children!" The man hissed as he rummaged around through his papers. Chris was taken aback.
"In my defense I'm 18 so I can be counted as an adult." Chris could see the man glance at him from above his glasses.
"You're a senior?" He asked.
"Well no... I'm a junior. I was held back due to some unfortunate events."
The blonde gave a sharp laugh.
"Pity." The man commented and Chris shivered. He hadn't exactly noticed before but he could hear the slight british accent. He was completely amused. "What's your name?" He demanded.
"Chris. Chris Redfield." Chris' skin prickled all over. "So how should I address you?"
"Mr. Wesker. My first name is Albert but don't you EVER call me that." He almost hissed the last words.
"Why don't yo-" He was cut off by the sound of laughter.
"Mr. 'W'! What's up?" A kid shouted as he entered the room.
"Sit down you arrogant fool! The bell should be ringing soon and if the rest of the class is late I'll assign extra homework! That's what's up. And do not address me as that again." He walked over to the student and took his hat.
"I believe I also told you before that I do not tolerate hats."
"Awww come on..." The kid walked over to his seat in the front and sat down.
"Uh where should I sit?" Chris squeaked.
Mr. Wesker turned to face Chris.
"I refuse to baby a last minute newbie. You have to sit on the floor over there." He point the a spot in the corner and smirked.
"No way I'm not going to sit there." Chris could see the other students leaking into the room. There weren't many of them but they were loud enough.
"You will do as I say or you shall earn yourself a weekend detention."
"But it's my first day! You can't do that!" Chris argued.
"I can write up the detention now if you would like me to." There was a menacing tone to Mr. Wesker's voice and Chris knew he shouldn't push it any further.
"Fine then..." Chris walked over to the corner and sat down.
That's when he heard the teacher laugh mockingly.
"You believed me? How pathetic. Get your stuff and sit in the back." Mr. Wesker chuckled as he bagan to write in the board.
Chris was extremely pissed off. He could swear that this school had something against him.
He shot up and stalked off to the back of the room, slamming his backpack on the ground next to the desk. The student talking and staring as Chris glared at the teacher.
Finally the bell rung and the students who were having a blast were now deadly quiet.
"Welcome to History. Today we have a new student. Our new darling little Christopher. Everyone feel free to talk to him after class. Talk to him during class and everyone get 10 pages of extra homework." He smirked as everyone turned their head to look at Chris.
This guy's a fucking devil! Chris screamed inwardly.
"Now let us carry on with our lesson." He pointed to the board. "We're going to look at one of my favorite topics. Medieval Torture."
I'm definitely in the wrong school. Chris thought with dread. The only way he could decribe this school as, was The School of Demons.
Fuck my life...
A/N: So as written in the beginning, this is created by 2 authors. Right now this chapter was written by xXRhymeXx.
We have decided that I, Rhyme, shall do the odd chapters (1,3,5,7) and FluffyTigerB will do the evens. (2,4,6,8)
I had fun with this chapter and GOOD JOB REBECCA! She is way too smart for middle school ;D. We will be having our seperate author's notes as well so look forward to a different one each chapter!
Also If anyone has any questions about "Blaine Everhart" Please read "My Heart, My Soul, My Enemy" by xXRhymeXx. That'll get rid of all your questions. ;P
Anyway please R/R our first Fanfic together!