A/N: Hello! I'm back with a new fic. My other fic is on hold due to crappy Internet Explorer. Using Mazilla Firefox, and … it's okay. Hope you guys don't mind. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks, and please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own them. (sob, sob) But I own the PLUSHIES! Oh yeah, Nintendo and Intelligent Systems own them. (hopefully, my FanFiction Author's Powers will kick in so I can own them.)

Enjoy and please R&R

Chapter 1: Awkwardness, Bubblegum, and Book Reports

It was a nice spring day, with signs of approaching summer. The blue skies, birds chirping, and a cloudless sky were only small signs of oncoming summer. This was a day for relaxation. But there was a certain teacher in a certain classroom in a certain school that wasn't enjoying the weather.

"Class, settle down. We have much to discuss. Quiet down. … I said QUIET DOWN!" The class fell silent as their teacher, Ms. Smidth, paced in front of the class. "Good, now that you all are silent, we can begin class. Please start the writing prompt, and those who fail to do so will receive an immediate phone call home. You may begin." The class muttered unhappily and did as they were told. This seemed to please Ms. Smidt.

Now, while the class is getting started, let's take some time to describe the teacher and her class. Ms. Smidt was a small woman in stature, with graying hair pulled back in a long ponytail. Her green eyes always had that dangerous flash to them, as if at any moment, you would get zapped by electricity. She was never seen smiling, and that frightened most students. She was very young, in her mid-forties, but stress had aged her. I say this because she had what seemed to be a permanent scowl on her face. The class she ran wasn't exactly normal, either. A large percentage of them were regular students. The smaller percentage were considered to be "special" students. No one quite understood why they were special, but noone ever bothered to find out. The special students mainly kept to themselves, never being seen with any of the regular students. They were very intelligent students at heart, but all students feared them because of the fact that they were considered special.

"Now that you all should have finished your prompt, it's time to get down to business. You all know what I'm talking about. It's time to talk about the mid-term book report." The class groaned loudly. "As always, you all are required to do a seven-page book report, any topic you desire, that must include pictures and as much creative writing as possible without making it inappropriate." Some of the students cheered. "The winners, due to the fact that there will be two of you, will receive a trip to the amusement park and a movie, courtesy of me. As you all know, last term's winners were Ike Greil and Alicia." The class applauded loudly. Ike, one of the "special" students, blushed while Alicia, a regular student, smiled and waved her hand.

"Yes, yes, it's very good and all, but there is one rule and one rule only: no shooting violence, no pornography. I shall be choosing your partners as usual, so please remain seated." Ignoring the groans of the students, she then proceeded to select students to partner them up. Somewhere in the back, a girl with brown hair and eyes and a "I Love Chocolate" t-shirt sat back in her chair, chewing away at pink bubblegum. Every so often, she would snap the gum, to the great annoyance of Ms. Smidt. Snapping her gum for the annoyance of her teacher just happened to be a fun pastime of hers. The witch could never figure out who it was, so it was funny to Sasha watching her twitch in annoyance.

"Sasha Lee," The brown-eyed girl perked up. "You shall be working with Mr. Lowell over there." Damn It! Sasha sank lower in her chair. Why had she been paired up with him? Out of all of them, why him? He was the smartest student in the school. He had won awards for the highest average in the state, and to top that, he was a "special" student. She swore the witch had singled her out, leaving her to be the only regular student with a "special" partner. Don't get her wrong, she did not dislike this boy. In fact, she found him rather attractive. He had silky blue hair with a pair of the most adorable cerulean eyes she had ever seen. The matter of the fact was that he was a "special" student. This meant that they all had something wrong with them. Sasha found this rather … scary. What had influenced her fear for all of the students was the big one. He had messy blue hair, with the most intimidating stare ever. Apparently, he had once gotten so angry that he had totaled a car, using nothing but his fists and his foot. That was something definitely to be afraid of. Everyone feared him, and she didn't blame them.

"Now pair up with your partners and choose a topic, quickly! And, who keeps popping the bubblegum! It's getting on my nerves, I swear it is! Anyways, move, now!" Sasha smirked and slowly made her way to the boy who sat across the room from her. She quietly slid into a vacant seat beside him. "Um, hello. I'm Sasha Lee."

"Ah," The boy smiled. "I'm Mark, Mark Lowell." He extended his hand for her to shake. "Esteemed." Sasha stared at him, dumbfounded. "What? Wait, I think they have a cream for that now." Mark stared at her, confused. Finally, he looked away and cleared his throat. "So, what do you want to make our topic on?" Sasha shrugged. "No idea. How about … bubblegum?" She snapped her gum for emphasis. Somewhere across the room, Ms. Smidth gave a loud sigh of annoyance. "Whoever's doing that is seriously getting detention if they continue that loud racket!"

Sasha grinned. "What do you say?" Marth smiled, the smile never quite reaching his inquisitive eyes. "I … don't think so. I'm pretty sure she'll have us kicked out for that." Sasha snickered. "Then we should do it." She laughed, Marth only joining her briefly. When they stopped, it was to find themselves in an awkward silence. The silence stretched on until …

POP!

"THAT'S IT! I WANT ALL GUM IN THE TRASH! NOW!" Sasha hid her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Marth, who had been knocked out of his chair by surprise, picked himself up and dusted himself off. "What was that for?"

"There was an awkward silence. I hate awkward silences." He stared at her, her only returning his gaze momentarily before dropping it. "How about seals?" She suggested suddenly. "What?" He looked up at her, looking curious. "How about seals? For our book report, you know? We could find some books about seals." He stared at her for a moment. "That … sounds great, actually. Nice job."

"Thanks." She rocked back on her chair, balancing it on the two hind legs. "I'm really surprised that you've never won the mid-term prize before. I mean, you're like … a boy genius or something." Marth stared at her. "I have. Twice before. I just gave my prizes to other groups, who came in second next to me."

"Oh." Another long stretch of silence. The bell rang. "Well, I guess we can meet at the library or something tomorrow?" Sasha suggested, gathering her things. "Sure. I'll be there. Lunch good for you?"

"I'm available anytime, except after school."

"Okay then. See you then."

Sasha waved and headed out. That's when the bubble she had been blowing blew up. And it landed, right in Ms. Smidth's hair. Sasha made a run for It, as any normal student should, especially with a livid witch after her.

A/N: Not a strong beginning, I know. I'm really sorry. It's really late, and I'm exhausted. I'll try to do better, I promise.