A/N: This is my first KND multi-chapter story. The Kids Next Door does NOT exist in this story, but it is using KND characters as real teenagers.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything by KND, but I do own Caitlyn.

~A New Day~

A ray of sun shone through the window of a teenage girl, hitting the bed. The girl squirmed as the ray hit her face, shining through her eyelids. The girl turned away from the window and snuggled into her blankets, hoping to get more sleep. When she was just about to doze off once again...

Beep! Beep! went the girl's alarm clock.

Groggily, the girl raised her arm and slammed her hand down on the device that beeped loudly, shutting the device off. She groaned and looked up at the cursed thing that interrupted her slumber, seeing what it said.

6:20 A.M.

The girl groaned once again and tiredly, sat up in her bed. Her green eyes scanned her room and then back at her herself. She ran her hand through her red wavy locks that came past her shoulders and stopped at her slim waist. Her creamy skin reflected off the ray of sun that was coming in through the window. Her white nighttime gown flowed down her body, winkled from the night she just had.

The girl touched her feet to her carpeted floor and was met by a pair of white slippers. She looked looked up to the calender that was pinned to the wall by her bed and groaned miserably. Today was the day that she dreaded all summer; the first day at the place that was the most torturous for her. The first day of school.

Normally, the average teenage would rather eat ten plates of vegetables than going to school, especially on the first day. But for the girl on her bed, it more than just learning and getting ready for the world. It was torturous and horrible. She was humiliated and laughed at by every boy and girl at school, all forced by one girl.

The girl stood up and walked to her closet, getting ready for the first day of another torturous year.

~A New Day~

A boy walked into his room, exhausted by his morning job. Well, the jog was more like a tour of the unfamiliar neighborhood, considering he just moved that summer.

His jet black hair was drenched in sweat and clung to his forehead. His white beater shirt stuck to well tone body, tucked into his brown cargo pants while a pair of black combat boots. His dark eyes were focused on his thoughts of the neighborhood. His fair tone skin was glistening with sweat.

The neighborhood was different than his last home, but had its similar attributes as well. Today was the first day at a new school. He watched movies where the new kid is treated badly. But that's in the movies. Stuff like that don't happen in real life, right? He hoped that he was right.

The teen walked to his closet and started to get ready for his first day.

~A New Day~

A horn honked outside of the girl's house and the girl smiled. Even though she had a torturous time at school, she still had her best friend right by her side.

The red-headed girl was dressed in green tank top with a white short-sleeved sweater. The girl's bottom and thighs were covered with a bright orange knee-length skirt. White sandals covered a little bit of her feet, at the ankle and toes.

The girl grabbed her tan bag that contained her notebooks, pencils, phone, and other things a girl needed to carry around. She rushed out of her room and down the stairs. She said 'bye' to her parents and younger brothers before rushing out of the house. The girl was met with a white car with the driver smiling at her.

The girl opened the door of the passenger side and entered, closing the car door.

"Fanny Fulbright, I thought I would have to come in and drag you out of bed," the driver joked.

"Ha ha, very funny, Caitlyn Tuttalu," Fanny chuckled in her Irish accent.

Caitlyn was a girl around Fanny's age that had been like a sister to her. Caitlyn had tan skin that always darkened during the summer. Her dark brown, almost black straight hair was parted with more on her right side, held back by a couple of black bobby-pins. She had chocolate brown eyes that was always filled with happiness and cheer, often she had a teasing, almost mischievous glint in them. Her outfit contained a dark red tank top under a blue jean sleeveless jacket, a knee-length blue jean over dark red, almost brown calf-length leggings, and black wedges.

"Are you excited about this school year?" Caitlyn asked, blankly, "I'm not. You know, with the whole," emphasizing with quotation motions with her hands, "'each student must have an assigned partner in every one of their curriculum class' rule."

This partner rule was just a rumor last year, but became a reality during a school assembly near the end of the year before. The students didn't like it, mainly because some students didn't exactly see eye-to-eye. Others did like it because they think they can goof off and be lazy while their partner does the work or some people hope to get their lovers as partners to goof off together and get a grade on it. 'This is a process of students trusting other students,' the school board stated, 'To rely on others and maybe become friends.'

Yeah right.

"Why?" Fanny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because, Fanny," Caitlyn began, driving her car in the direction of their school, "I'm more advanced than you, and I won't be in any of your classes with you or any Sophomore for that matter. I'm in all of the Junior classes with Juniors."

Caitlyn was very intelligent. During their Freshman year, they had to take an IQ test to see how intelligent, along with the whole Freshman class, and Caitlyn scored high enough to be in classes one school year higher than her fellow classmates. The principal allowed this so Caitlyn spend her freshman year, studying a bunch of Sophomores and hanging with Fanny. At the end of that year, Caitlyn took another IQ test and it was higher than her last one. The principal talked to Caitlyn's parents about her taking Junior classes during her Sophomore year. Her parents said yes and they agree one hundred percent that their daughter should do it. Caitlyn was now forced to take the classes with the fear of letting down her parents.

"Plus," Caitlyn continued, "I'm worried that you're going to get a mean partner who going to threaten you, or, or-"

"Caitlyn-" Fanny muttered.

"-or a lazy partner who's not going to do any work-"

"Caitlyn-" Fanny repeated a bit louder.

"Or even maybe-"

"Caitlyn!" Fanny exclaimed, tired of hearing this.

"What?" Caitlyn asked, worried.

"I appreciate your worrying, but I can take care of myself," Fanny replied.

"Okay..." Caitlyn muttered. "You do realized that our partners are going to be the opposite sex, right?"

"Yes," Fanny responded, rolling her eyes.

"I'll be dead if my partner is lazy and won't do a thing," Caitlyn commented.

Fanny chuckled at the comment. 'I'll be dead' is Caitlyn saying 'I'll be damn' because the girl doesn't like to cuss. Caitlyn may be mischievous but she does not like cussing. Saying things like 'fricking', 'shoot', or 'heck' are her way of cussing and emphasizing her anger towards a subject.

"Caitlyn?" Fanny spoke.

"Yes?" Caitlyn replied.

"Do ya ever get the feeling that this year is going to be different?" Fanny wondered.

Fanny had this feeling over since she was ready for school and she was pondering on it.

"Yeah, we're getting partners. That's what different," Caitlyn stated.

"Well, that, too. I have this feeling that this year is going to be different," Fanny explained.

"Well, I hope you are right, Fanny," Caitlyn stated, pulling into their school's parking lot.

Fanny quietly hoped this, too.

~A New Day~

The boy walked into the school that he was going to be attending. The hallway was crowded with students at lockers. Suddenly, all eyes were on him. He continued to walk forward, ignoring the stares and comments he was getting. He walked to his locker, put in the combination, and put his not needed books in the tiny compartment of the locker.

He wore a simple dark green shirt with a white sleeveless shirt underneath. His legs were covered by black baggy jeans. His black combat boots covered his pants from the mid-calf down. His black hair was brushed in a way that girls would call cute.

He looked at his schedule which had all of his school information, including his name printed at the top.

Patton Drilovsky

He closed his locker and walked to his first class.

Unknown to him, there was a certain girl that needed the comfort and presence of another friend.

And done!

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Luv, Flutejrp