Six kids had never quite got along. The classic tale of the Cool Kids and the Losers. There was The Quiet Football Jock. The Queen/Wanna-Be-Barbie Cheerleader. The Loud Fashionista. The Ladies Man/Trouble Maker. The Worlds Biggest Geek. And The Scary Drama Emo Loser. But when put on a play together, they cause so much trouble that the teacher has had enough. She puts them all in detention. Not only do they have to put up with each other in class, but now in their own time? Major Bummer. AND they have the task of 'getting along' and 'learning something from each other' to do as well. How bad can the rest of Year 12 seriously get? Don't answer that. Relationship trouble, some crazy secrets, bets, Truth or Dare, a shower, a ton of super glue, some scissors, tears, a broken play, scholarships, teachers, grades, 'WHY?!', people, bullying, super secrets, field trips, paint, knives, pens, songs, guitars, loads of pizza, and the question, 'Where is my Pencil?'.

Year Twelve Is Already Majorly Sucking.

And it hasn't even begun.

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"Okay, Mum! I'll do it!"

"Like Hell you will! Get your arse down here, NOW!"

Groaning I placed my final box in the currently empty room. We had recently moved into this house, in what I like to call nowhere, but mum calls it Paradise. She grew up here as a kid, but had to move away when she was fourteen.

And now we are back.

It was the Summer before Year 10 and I was confident about joining the Football Team. The school pamphlet said the school had a Two-Time Winning National Championship team and they are planning on making it a third.

And they have a Cheerleading team. Anyone else hearing this? Cheerleading isn't even a thing, in this country. Not that I'm gonna tell them that. I mean, what dude doesn't want a bunch of hot girls, jumping around in short skirts and belly-button piercing showing shirts, cheering for them?

Exactly.

I was jogging down the stairs when Mum's head pops into the entry way. Followed by the rest of her.

My Mum was a tiny human being. Jet black hair that fell all the way to her shoulders and scarily grey eyes. Like, actual grey.

"Well? Where are the boxes?"

"I've changed my mind,"

She does this a lot.

"I've gotten your father to install the fridge and we need food. Also buy paper plates, I can't find the box filled with the plates and cutlery. Ooh! Cutlery too. Just buy some plastic ones, okay? Okay, get going!"

I took the wad of cash and went out the door. It was an hour or a half before the sun went down, some stars out and twinkling. Walking down the moving box filled driveway, almost bashing into a random black hat rack.

But the hat rack was a black clad girl.

A scary black clad girl.