Author's Note:

I'm writing my first publicly displayed fanfiction! Hooray!

The synopsis is like most Total Drama high school fics - just plain drama at high school! But instead of, say, Gwen or Mike being the main character, it's EZEKIEL!

That's right! Everyone's favorite homeschooled sixteen-year-old is starting his first day of public schooling at Gunther McLean High School - as a junior! What will happen?!

Oh, and Total Drama never happened in this universe! Chris chose to become a high school principal instead of a reality show host, I guess.

"Nice talking to you, Sarah!" Sarah's smiling friend called.

"You too, Marissa!" Sarah Towhill waved her friend goodbye. Sarah and her six-year-old son Ezekiel had made a trip to the library, and had run into Sarah's friend Marissa and her two kids. Ezekiel and Marissa's kids had stared wearily at each other for the entirety of their mothers' thirty minute conversation.

"Mommy?"

Sarah looked down to see her child.

"What is it, Ezekiel?"

"Who were those kids?"

"Well, dear, they were Mommy's friend's son and daughter, Joey and Alice."

"Do they go to school?"

Sarah internally rolled her eyes. Ever since Ezekiel had first seen a school on one of his cartoons, he had been extremely curious as to what the wondrous building was like.

"That doesn't matter, sweetie."

"Mommy, why can't I go to school, eh?

"Ezekiel, don't be silly," Sarah smiled, "I've already told you a hundred times. Your father and I just find it safer and more efficient for one-on-one sessions. You don't have to worry about any meanies, and it's much easier to learn fun stuff when there's no one else for the teacher to help."

Ezekiel nodded, signaling that he understood, but Sarah knew her curious son would ask the same question the next day.

Maybe public schooling wouldn't be such a bad idea . . .

Sarah shook the idea out of her head. Yeah, sure. She chuckled. That idea could be revisited in ten years or so . . .

========== TEN YEARS LATER ==========

Ezekiel lay in bed, pleasantly dreaming of the latest adventures of his childhood hero, Superman.

His shelves were lined with pictures of him, his mother, and his father on many family outings. Across from his bed was a TV, and on his dresser sat a Batman bobble head and a picture of baby Zeke with his grandparents.

Suddenly, his alarm clock began buzzing.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

Ezekiel's eyes shot open. "Today's the day, eh! Today's the day! I can't believe it's finally here!"

He turned to his nightstand and put on his lucky hat - he never went anywhere without it - and jumped up, making it to the closet in a single leap. He put on his favorite shirt - a T-shirt with the Batman symbol on it - and a pair of jeans, as well as sneakers.

He practically sprinted to the bathroom, where his toothbrush was waiting for him. He poured toothpaste on it, humming the alphabet song as he brushed. When he finished, he spit and rinsed.

After peeing, flossing, and even brushing his hair under his hat, Ezekiel stepped out of the bathroom with his fists triumphantly at his hips, a pose he learned from some superhero, eager to face his first long-awaited day of school.

He had planned that outfit for weeks, and had memorized his schedule from when it came two weeks prior. He was ready.

His father groggily exited his room, which was right next to Ezekiel's.

"Dad!" Ezekiel said happily. "Are you ready, eh?"

"Zeke, it's five in the morning. We don't have to leave until 7:00, eh." Tim Towhill, who shared Ezekiel's accent, chuckled at his son's enthusiasm. He would've sent him back to bed, but he was wide awake, clean, and dressed.

"Oh," Ezekiel sheepishly grinned. "Well, you can go back to bed, eh. I'll make myself breakfast."

"I don't want a repeat of Father's Day 2009 -"

"Do you always have to bring that up whenever I mention that I'm going in the kitchen, eh?" Ezekiel smiled at his dad.

"Whatever," Tim ruffled his son's hair, yawning. "Wake me at 6:30, eh."

Ezekiel walked down to the kitchen and grabbed the last blueberry poptart.

"Well, now what should I do . . ." Ezekiel said to himself, pondering. He then snapped his fingers in realization, something else he picked up from cartoons.

He tip-toed from the kitchen to the front door and left the house.

Taking walks was something Ezekiel had been allowed to do for a long time. The neighborhood they lived in was relatively safe, so he was even allowed to walk by himself - even though it had taken three years for him to convince his mother.

Ezekiel wasn't entirely sure whether or not it was still okay by his parents for him to walk out before the sun even rose, but he figured it was probably alright.

He took in the tranquility of the quiet suburban neighborhood at 5:07 in the morning. The sky, having not yet been blessed by the sun's touch, was a rich dark blue that seemed to be slowly changing to a brighter color. Or maybe that was just Zeke's mind playing tricks on him.

Few birds chirped as Ezekiel walked down the sidewalk, a route he could do in his sleep. He liked taking walks if not for any purpose other than clearing his mind.

Ezekiel thought hard about public school. He had a pretty good idea as to what it would be about, from all the movies and shows about high school he'd watched.

Best case scenario, he would show up at the school and everyone would sing and dance and invite him to a life time of friendship.

Worst case scenario, he would have to choose sides between two rivaling groups, at least until one group's girl fell in love with the other's boy. Then everyone would go to the fair and chang chang changitty chang shoobop their problems away.

Some nagging thoughts in Ezekiel's head wondered if maybe high school wouldn't be exactly like it was in movies, but he shook them away. Sure, maybe all movies and shows weren't true, but how far from the truth could something as simple as high school be?

His thoughts came to a gentle close as he opened his front door, finished with his walk. A quick check of his watch told Ezekiel that it was 5:49.

Ezekiel sighed and turned on the TV.