Chapter 1 – Who's the New Girl at Orange Star High School?

In Satan City, a city north of Mount Paozu and south of East City, stood a high school called "Orange Star High School." It was a semi-circular building that had four stories to it. Right inside the building on the first floor contained a main lobby with a lounging area that students could use during their study hall and the stairs to lead to the upper floors. To the left and right and down a large hallway were classrooms on both sides. The classrooms on the first floor were dedicated to science classes. Straight back from the lobby and past the stairs, the hallway was lined with lockers, vending machines, restrooms, and elevators, and at the end was the large cafeteria. The stairs that sat in the lobby led to the other three floors. All of the floors had the same set up except that the second, third, and fourth floors didn't have a lobby or a cafeteria. Instead, the upper floors were more concerned with having enough classrooms and libraries. The second floor was dedicated to teaching math, the third floor was dedicated to teaching history, and the fourth floor was dedicated to teaching English. The classrooms on the first through third floors were of standard size, while the classrooms on the fourth floor were college sized classrooms. In the back of the school, there was a large baseball field, a volleyball court, a basketball court, and off to the side of the school was a gym. During physical education time, students are able pick one of four sports to play. Most days at Orange Star High School were ordinarily uneventful except for the obvious teenage drama and gossip. However, today, on November 13th, at 7:30 AM, there was a new student who was coming to join the school.

"Well, here goes nothing," the new girl said to herself as she exhaled and looked at a piece of paper in her left hand. The paper was her schedule – her schedule of all of her new classes and a map of the school. As all of the other students ran by her, trying to get to their classes on time, some of them stopped to look at her. She wasn't dressed like normal students dressed. Instead of a face full of caked on makeup, hair nicely done, and a perfectly matched outfit, she wore no makeup around her dark purple eyes, her dark purple hair down flat, and a black hoodie with blue jeans and black tennis shoes. Conclusion: she was an outcast. As she noticed the students that were running past her give her weird looks, she decided to ignore them and just keep on walking. In her right arm were her three textbooks – one for Math, one for Science, and one for English. Hanging over her right shoulder was a black messenger bag. As she walked through the front doors, she was taken back by the enormity of the school. It's 7:55, she thought as she looked at the clock on the wall to the right of the door. I have five minutes to get to class. Math. Where are you? As she looked at the map of the school she figured out that she needed to be on the second floor. Once she got up the stairs, she realized that the second floor was completely empty as all the students had gotten into their classes. "Great," she said quietly as she saw how many classrooms there were. As she moved from the top of the stairs, she looked down each side of the hallway and decided to start out going to the left. She began walking down the hallway and looking for her classroom – room 206. After searching the left side for almost two minutes, she went to the other. Finally, two minutes later, she found it – room 206 – the very last classroom on the left hand side of the right hallway. Damn. I'm late, she thought as she twisted the doorknob. Butterflies began to fill her stomach and her heart began to race as she could already feel the looks that she was going to get as she awkwardly walked into the room. And she was right. As she opened the door, everyone's attention, even the teacher's, turned towards the outcast girl standing in the doorway. A few students began to laugh quietly among themselves before being hushed by the teacher. "Well, hello there!" The teacher friendly exclaimed. "It's 8:08. I'm afraid you're eight minutes late."

The girl slowly closed the door behind her as she nervously began to explain her situation. "It's my first day here," she quietly said. She walked up to the teacher's desk and handed her the schedule with all of her classes listed. "Oh!" The teacher exclaimed. "I see now."

"Yes, ma'am," the new girl nodded as she stood by and watched the teacher write her name down in the gradebook – feeling awkward as she knew that the other students were staring at her. "I believe there's an extra seat in the back corner," the teacher said. "Right back there next to Gohan. Gohan, will you raise your hand for the young lady?" Gohan, the new girl thought. So it seems they did put me in the right class. As Gohan did what he was asked, the teacher handed the girl her schedule back and reached out her hand for a handshake. "My name is Mrs. Satoko. Welcome to our class," she said with a smile as the new girl shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," she replied with a mirrored smile. She turned her back towards Mrs. Satoko and began walking to the empty seat next to Gohan. As she walked by, she could hear the whispers and quiet chuckles from the other students. Conclusion: teenagers were assholes. A few seconds later, she sat down in the empty seat in the corner right next to Gohan. She sat her textbooks on the desk with her schedule on top of them, and her messenger bag on the floor to her right and up against the wall. "Hi there," he said quietly as he leaned over to his right to talk to her. "My name is Gohan. What's yours?" Before she could answer, they were cut off by the teacher shushing them. Gohan and the new girl turned their attention back towards the front. "I'm going to call roll now," Mrs. Satoko began. "Please say 'here' when I call your name."

"Do it now," a voice in the new girl's head began. "He's right there to your left. Do it now!"

No. Not yet, she thought in reply to the voice.

"What? How dare you go against me! Do it now!" The voice commanded again.

I refuse, she thought in reply. It's not the right time.

"Who do you think you are?! I created you! And I am commanding you to end the filthy Saiyan's life NOW!" The voice yelled at her. Almost giving into the voice, she reached her right hand down and began opening her messenger bag. Inside her bag there was a silenced pistol, two kunai knives, a hypodermic needle filled with a clear fluid, and a black garrote. Conclusion: she was an assassin. As she was about to pull out the hypodermic needle, she heard the teacher call her name. "Macey?" Mrs. Satoko called out, making her drop the needle back inside the bag with all of her other weapons. "Here!" She called out.

"So, Macey is it?" Gohan asked quietly with a smile as he slowly leaned back over to her. "I like that name." Yes, her name was Macey. At least that's what everyone was supposed to think.