Disclaimer I do not own Ranger's Apprentice including the characters.

"Will! Get down here! You overslept!" The alarm clock rang in the background, while Will sprung from his sheets. His legs were caught up in the sheets, quickly Will fell onto the floor, face first. Groaning he rubbed his nose. The dogs were barking at the early passing cars downstairs. Another minute passed and he was immersed in the task of unraveling himself. Once untangled he stood up and started to look around his room for a pair of clean pants, or at least a pair that wasn't caked in mud or ripped up.

"Will! Hurry up or I'm leaving your ass here to walk!'

"I'm coming!" Will screamed as he jumped around putting on his pants. He heard the front door close and knew that Halt would make good on his threat. Quickly he pulled a random green shirt from his closet. He snatched up his backpack and ran through the hallway, stumbling through the front door.

Halt was sitting in the car, looking at his watch, coffee in hand. Sighing the teenager sat in the passenger side of the car. "No coffee?"

Halt took a sip, "if you wanted it you should have gotten up earlier to make it."

"Ughhh." He shoved his backpack by his feet. "Hey I forgot lunch money-"

"Ask your friends." Will's figure slumped as he looked out the window. The houses, cars, and signs blurred together. "When Pauline coming back?"

"She called last night, said she'll be back in a few days. Why'd you ask?"

"Just wondering. Hey did you feed Tug and Abelard?" Before too long Halt parked the car and stepped out. Other students were in the parking lot, hanging out, talking or walking towards the school.

"Yeah. Are you getting a ride back home or are you riding with me?"

Thinking for a moment Will stuffed his hands inside his backpack. "I don't know I'll text you before school ends. That work?"

"Okay, see you later Will." Halt shouldered his brown, satchel, checking his watch again.

"Bye Halt."

The bell rang and Halt clicked his tongue, "better hurry, someone better hurry up or they'll be late." Will started to jog towards the school, but once he was out of Halt's sight he began to run, Mr. Morgarath, his homeroom teacher, was a tyrant. Mr. Morgarath would give out detentions simply for raising your hand while he was speaking. This was the teacher you didn't mess with, ever.

Will ran through the halls, his feet slapping against the white, green, and black floor. 318, 312, 310, come on, I gotta make it, just a few more doors. The bell blared and Will knew it was over, he still ran though, Mr. Morgarath would only be angrier the longer he was late. "Ugh… you too huh?" Will looked around his shoulder to see his friend, Horace. His friend's tall, stocky, build loomed over him. "Doesn't this ruin your streak? You haven't been late to homeroom since George was late and Mr. Morgarath almost made him cry."

"I know, I know, I overslept."

"Bummer, well at least you're not alone. I'll take a bit of the beating for you." Horace slapped him on the back and began to walk faster, taking longer strides so Will had to jog to keep up with him.

"Slow down."

"I'd rather not be any later."

"Good point." The two teens finally got to the room and Horace opened the door. Inside Will was preparing himself for the verbal smack down his teacher was about to give him and Horace.

"Ah, Mr. Altman, late again I see. Tell me, did you bring Mr. Treaty with you?" Will stepped into the line of vision of his teacher. "Mr. Treaty, Mr. Altman, why must you both insist on being apathetic?"

"Uhhh…" Horace was shuffling his feet, he hated feeling stupid. In the corner of his eye Will saw Alyss looking at the both of them, trying to mouth out the answer.

"Honestly… go sit in your seats, I want 30 lines saying you will not be late by the end of homeroom."

"But we only have 15 minutes left!"

"Then I suggest you and Mr. Altman get to work." The two, groaning walked over to their seats. "Now as I was saying before I was interrupted," he took time to pause and glance at Will and Horace. "As you may have heard the school's homecoming dance will be in two weeks time. Mr. O'Carrick, Mrs. Peterson, and I will all be chaperoning." Almost half the class groaned quietly, or rolled their eyes.

Why did it have to be them? Horace slouched in his seat. A few tables over Will was writing lines, desperate to get them a finished. Sighing Horace pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen out of his backpack.

"I would also like to add that someone has been using spray paint to vandalize the school, if you are doing this, step forward now, before the conciseness worsen; I assure you, they will."

The graffiti wasn't really that bad, it was just a few pictures, like a sketch book. They pictures we gorgeous actually, amazing works of art, that the school could be paying for. No matter how much security the school put on that section of the school there was always another painting by the end of the month. Mrs. Peterson saw the graffiti artist, but while chasing after him, she said that he just faded into the background, like he disappeared. He was strange, Will would give him that.

The artist was quite impressive, everything was done in a realistic style. It was intriguing to say in the least. His specialty was doing the gods from different mythologies and doing like scenes with them. For some reason though they never did Roman mythological gods. Probably because they did a lot of Greek gods, maybe they just preferred them? They were breathtaking, you gotta wonder, "how come it doesn't take them so long? It should take the artist forever to paint them but the paintings were always finished in one night.

Hey I hope you liked this! It's been awhile since I've posted anything new so I hope at least someone likes this! Have a great day and don't forget to review and stuff..