Eeeerrrr! Eeeerrrr! Eeeerrrr! Eeeerrrr! Ee-
Andrew hit the snooze on his black alarm clock. He sat up in his bed. He opened his red eyes and looked around. He was in his bedroom.
His bedroom had white walls covered with posters of games and anime. The floor was tan carpetting. There was a brown dresser on the other side of the room and a closet on the other wall. His bed was completly brown and tan. In the center of the room, a turning roof fan with lights under it was hanging from the ceiling. His room was silent expect for the gentle whirring coming from the fan.
Another day, he thought. I can't wait to graduate. Andrew swung his legs out, having nothing on but a pair of boxers. He got up and walked towards the door, the wood under the carpet creaking lightly with every step. Andrew opened the door and entered the bathroom to his right.
After using the toilet and taking a shower, he looked in the mirror. He had messy blue hair that was almost black. Andrew walked back into his bedroom and started to get dresed. He put on a dark grey t-shirt and a black jacket. He put on a pair of jeans and black shoes and white socks.
Andrew looked at the time: 6:36. Don't have much time before I have to leave. I'll just leave a few minutes early. Andrew walked into the garage and got my bike. It was a simple red mountain bike with a black seat. He grabbed it and rolled it out the back door and out the front gate and out into the street.
Andrew hopped on and rode my bike down the road. The crisp morning air whipped my face as I road down the road. After making a couple turns, he turned onto Highway 27. As Andrew entered Estaria proper, he saw a small cross on the side of the road. Andrew remembered about why that cross was put there.
A couple weeks ago, a boy named Ender was shot there. He wasn't sure what happened to him after that. Some people said he died. Others said he was in a coma in some hospital. Others said he's just recovering. Andrew remember him pretty good. He was a good guy. He was quiet and did his work. The only thing was that he wasn't social. They were friendly, but not quiet friends.
After a couple more minutes, Andrew pulled in front of Estaria High School. He rode to the bike rack and locked his bike up. Estaria High School had many buildings. Nearest were the newest buildings. The closest was the Performing Arts Center. It was home to the band, drama club, chorales, and our other performing arts. Next to it was the Multi-Purpose Room and Kitchen. Most days, the MPR was the cafeteria, but it served other purposes like meetings and basketball games.
Across a walkway, there was the school library and career center. Behind the PAC and MPR were the history classrooms. Next to the MPR opposite of the PAC was a small house looking building. It was an old WW2 bomb shelter (Not sure why that's here in California) that was now our office. Continueing in that diection, there was a small open area with grass and redwoods. To the right was the large H-wing. Most of the classes were in the one-story h-shaped building. To the left, there were several smaller buildings. On the left, there was the wrestling room and AVID room. To the right, there was the Home Economics building and the computer labs. After those, there was a small courtyard with the centerpiece being a large trophy case.
On the left was a smaller, old looking gym. The East Gym. opposite was a larger, newer gym, the West Gym. Between the two were the Boy's and Girl's Lockers. Behind the Boy's Locker were the Arts and Crafts building. beyond that was the Ag building. The only building bigger on campus was the H-wing. Between those two buildings were the fields.
Andrew began walking towards the Quad, a covered eating area behind the AVID Room near the MPR. When Andrew reached the MPR, he saw one of his friends. Christan. He had orange hair and blue eyes. He was average height, slightly on the above average side when it came to muscles. He had a grey t-shirt on with a red scarf and a black jacket. He also had dark blue jeans and dark shoes.
Christan heard Andrews steps and looked up from his phone. He smiled at Andrew. He's known him for years, but that smile always bothered him. "Hey, Andrew," he said, giving him a slight wave.
"Hey Christan. The others here yet?" Andrew asks as he takes a seat across from Christan.
Christan looks around at the mostly empty table.
As Andrew is about to respond, he hears another person walking towards them. I could hear a girl say "Hi Andrew. Hi Christan."
I turn around to see a girl walking towards us. She had long, flowing brown hair and green eyes. She had on a light brown shirt and a light green skirt. She had socks that went up halfway to her knees and black shoes. She was average height with slightly larger then average breats and a butt to match. This was another one of my friends, Caitlyn.
Okay, I have to switch to first person. Every five seconds, I put I or me instead of Andrew or him.
Andrew's POV
Caitlyn was one of my oldest friends. I've known her for nearly as long as Christan. I remembered when I met the two of them
It was second grade. I went to Estaria Elementary school. School was jut out and I was waiting for my Mom to pick me up. I looked down the street to see some high schoolers crowding around. I was curious what they were looking at, so I started to walk closer.
When I was only a couple feet away, I saw they surrounded another kid. He had short, orange hair and blue eyes. He had on a t-shirt that had t-shirt for a tv show and blue jeans. His black backpack was on the ground, his homework, pencils, and everything else was laying on the ground. As I was watching, the shortest of the boys grabbed the boys shirt and pulled him closer. He said in a menacing voice "Come on, why don't you let us have some fun?"
Another boy came up from the young boys side. "Come on Christan. Let us play with you?"
I didn't know what they were talking about 'playing' with Christan, but I knew that it wasn't good. I didn't want to get hurt, but I wasn't going to let them do anything to Christan. I looked around, trying to figure out what to do. My first intinct was to get an adult, but none were close. I looked up and saw a tree that was bent over the road. I started to climb the tree until I was over the group. The leaves hid me as they couldn't see me, but I could see them. I started balancing on a branch and started jumping on it.
CCRRAAAAAACCKKK!
The branch snapped. However, my young mind didn't think ahead and I fell down with it. The entire group heard the tree and jumped out of the way. The high schoolers looked at me, laying on the ground. A couple chuckled before the group started walking away.
Christan stayed behind and hunched over me. "Are you alright right?"
I felt fine overall. A couple bruises, but that was it. "Yeah, what about you?"
"Yeah, thanks for saving me."
The door opened to the house we were in front of. A old man with no hair and a green robe and matching slippers stepped out onto his porch and say the big branch broken from his tree. I guess I should point out, this isn't a twig. It's a really big branch. I could see the old man's face getting the angriest I've ever seen a old man. He croaked "You darn kids!" When he saw my face, he looked happier, but not in a good way. "Hey, I know your mother. You're Andrew! I'm going to tell you're mother!"
"Sir, I was about to be beat up. He saved me!" pleaded Christan.
"You broke my tree!" he said.
"He was defending Christan!" a girl said. She walked up next to me. She had short, brown hair andd green eyes. She was wearing a white shirt and a green skirt.
I looked over at her. She smiled at me, putting me to rest. The old man still wasn't convinced.
When I told me parents, they told the district. Christan, Caitlyn (the girl), and I pointed out the kids and they were expelled. The three of became friends. I've known Christan for a while before then, but I've never really talked to him much before that day. That was Caitlyn's first day. She just moved here from Hancock, a nearby city.
We became close friends and we worked together as much as we could and spent lots of time playing and, when we got older, hanging out.
"Hey Caitlyn. You got your homework done?" Christan said.
Caitlyn sighed before saying "I'm not going to let you copy, so don't even ask."
Christan smiled. The smile was different from the last one. It was a lot warmer than it. "Oh, I wasn't going to ask to copy your homework. I was just asking."
I knew what Christan was trying to do. We've known eachother long enough to know how to get what we want. Caitlyn looked at Christan. She also knew what was going on, but my money was still on Christan. "I know what your trying to do. It won't work."
Christan was winning. "Oh, because you don't think you got it right?"
Caitlyn looked slightly annoyed at this. "No, I got them all right."
"Then why don't you let me see?"
"I know what you're doing. It's not going to work." Caitlyn tried to look calm, but she was failing.
"I mean, I could check you're work, but you got them all wrong."
Caitlyn looked ready to burst.
"I mean, I'm the smartest one of us."
"FINE! Here's my homework!" Caitlyn yelled. Caitlyn reached into her backpack and took out some binderpaper. Christan smiled as he began copying the work.
Incase you haven't found out yet, Caitlyn doesn't take critisism well, even if she knows somebody's just messing with her. Christan isn't afraid to take advantage of.
I chuckled internally to myself. I wasn't going to take advantage of Caitlyn like that. To me, getting only some of the work done but doing it honestly is better than getting it all done unhonestly. An honest 0 is better than a unhonest 100.
"Ender, you want to see?" Christan said, offering me the papers.
I look at Caitlyn. She was obviously upset with herself, but she ignored Christan. "No, I'll take my fifty percent," I said.
"You sure Ender? All the answers are right here."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
In a different world:
"Histy, what's wrong?" Neptune asks, smiling like always.
They were in the Basilicom living room. Nepgear was standing between Histoire and Neptune. Neptune was laying on the ground with a controller sitting next to her with the game Metal Snail paused halfway through a mission. Histoire was moving around, looking obviuosly worried. "Neptune, this is so bad!"
"Histoire, calm down, tell us what'sgoing on," Nepgear said, trying to make the tome stop flying around all over the room.
"It's the Sharicite! Their is so much power, even more shares than their are in all of Gamindustri!" Histoire said, finally stopping.
"Um, Histoire, isn't that a good thing? I mean, that means Planeptune is more powerful than the other nations?" Neptune asked.
"No, Neptune. There's a rip in the fabric of the Hyperdimension. Who knows what will happen! Follow me," Histoire said before she turned around and started floating down the hall towards the Sharicite Room.
Neptune and Nepgear obey and follow Histoire down the hallway. As they got closer to the Sharicite room, a rumbling could be heard. Neptune was the first to mention it. "Hey Histy, what's with that rumbling?"
"That's the sharicite," Histoire said. Neptune's smiled faded slightly. The sharicite must be pretty strong. Her smile returned again when she thought about being able to rub all of her shares in Noire's face. The trio stopped in front of the door to the Sharicite room. There were two guards, one standing n each side of the door. One stood tall and didn't looked fazed at the rumbling. The other looked nervous and looking down each direction the hallway went in, probably thinking of what's the fastest way to get out of the Basilicom if something happens.
When the guards saw them, the both bowed slightly before returning to wha they were doing. The trio silently walked into the sharicite room.
The usually pitch black room with a glowing crystal in the center was completely white. In the center, the sharicite crystal looked like a small sun. "Woah Histy, the sharicite's so big," Neptune said, blocking the light from her eyes like the other two.
"Why's it so big?" Nepgear asked.
"I don't know. It started only a couple minutes ago. The power level is 9001% of Gamindustri's total share power."
"Woah, it's over 9000!" Neptune yelled.
"Yes, it is," Histoire said, looking at the sharicite. The rumbling was getting loader and loader. "Wait, it's getting more powerful."
"Oh my goodness. What's going on?" Nepgear asked, obviously concerned.
"Yeah, even more power!" Neptune celebrated.
"Neptune, this isn't good!" Histoire snapped.
However, Neptune couldn't hear Histoire because the rumbling was getting too loud. Neptune could see Nepgear and Neptune mouthing stuff, and she tried to speak herself, but she couldn't even hear herself. Neptune fell to the ground covering her ears. She started to scream in pain. Then everything became quiet and dark.
Author's Notes: Hey everybody, sorry for tha late upload. My internet went out and I couldn't get anybody out here for a couple days. Unbelievable service. Now my internet's fixed. I guess I bumped the satelitte (which is on the ground) when I walked by it. The satelitte got fixed and know everything's okay.
Anyways, I made the chapter longer while I was waiting for my internet to be fixed. I was planning on not including how Neptune was going to get to Earth, but it seemed like I could do that make it up to everybody.
The story will be updated alongside Pulsar's Light. I've got the next chapter of Pulsar's Light for tomorrow. This story will be updated every Monday and Pulsar's Light will be updated every Friday. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter and the rest of the story. I must now derp out of here.