Revolution High
By Lord Archduke Lightningbolt
Chapter 1
Maggie Washington
Maggie awoke to the loud blare of her alarm clock, she turned to turn it off when the time on her alarm clock shocked her, "Its already 7:30?!" She shouted quickly get out of bed and put on a shirt and skirt and didn't even put on makeup. She quickly put her ice white hair into a messy bun. She ran downstairs and saw her dad sipping coffee and reading the newspaper "Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?" He said calmly, she just grabbed a piece of toast as well as her glasses and the keys to the horse drawn carriage "Hey daddy, sorry I'm gonna be late for school." She pecked her father, George Washington, on the cheek and sped off to school in her new horse drawn carriage her dad bought her for her 17th birthday.
She parked her carriage and ran into home room as fast as she could, she plopped down into the seat next to her childhood best friend Thomas Franklin, son of the famous inventor Benjamin Franklin, he was somewhat pudgy, with greasy black hair that he often tied into a short ponytail, he suffered from acne but it was often covered up by him wearing a hoodie. Many people thought it was weird, that a girl with the face and body of a super model was hanging around with a kid who looked like he would shoot up the school at any minute. The truth was they had been friends since they were in diapers, plus despite looking like a supermodel, she was a huge nerd.
Thomas was sketching something in his note book when he noticed her sit down, "Hey….your late…" Thomas said quietly almost whispering. Maggie looked at surprised "Why are you being so quiet?" Maggie said just as quiet, giggling a bit, Thomas nodded towards the front of the room where she saw her biggest fear, Francis Albert Hanover, son of the Principle of Revolution High School. He has a buzz cut and a soul patch, he always wore a letterman jacket and jeans, even when he was inside he wore dark sunglasses. He was smoking while leaning against the white board while Mr. Lafayette sat at his desk trying to avert his eyes from him. Francis noticed Maggie and Thomas cowering in the back of the class room, he strode over to the back of the class and put his cigarette out on Thomas' sketchbook "Mornin' Washinton…" he said with a thick British accent, he then flashed a devilish grin "Oi, I got an idea, 'ow bout you and I skip clarse n' I show you what a real man can do?" He leaned in close and Maggie could smell a strong stench of cigarettes and stale beer on his breath "Not interested, how about you ask some of your regular sluts." She said with a mischievous smile, "Come on darling, I've been with almost every girl in this bloody school 'sept for you." He said desperately, Thomas looked up at Francis "Take a hint faggot get out of here and leave us alone!" Thomas said, foaming at the mouth, Francis chuckled "Ello mate, didn't notice your fat arse sitting there." Thomas was about to stand up but Maggie placed a hand on his shoulder, luckily at that time the bell rang and they all went to class.