The Beginning
A/N: this is my idea of how the gang came to be. Enjoy!!!
I don't own Scooby-Doo or any of the characters, only the plot!
Daphne Blake was starting middle school at public school; her parents thought it would be good for her. She didn't agree. For the past 6 grades Daphne had been attending Coolsville Prep—a private school on the wealthy side of town. She had enjoyed it immensely and had several good friends. After 6th grade was over many of the Coolsville Prep student's parents sent them to Randolph Prep just across the city limits. Daphne's parents enrolled her at Parker Road Jr. High only a few minutes away from their house in downtown Coolsville, California. They had lived in Coolsville ever since Daphne was born in a huge mansion on a wealthy street called Laurel Springs Avenue. George Blake was a FBI agent who made a 30 minute commute everyday to the FBI headquarters in Sacramento. Margaret Blake had been a fashion model in London before she got married and she now held a well paying position at the Coolsville-Randolph Country Club. She dreaded starting school and when it finally came she walked slowly out to her dad's BMW and climbed in. After being dropped off she made her way to her homeroom 5A and found a seat behind a cute blonde boy with an ascot—maybe school wouldn't be so bad!
Fred Jones was not very happy to be at school either but for an entirely different reason. His parents were both in the U.S. Navy—well now only one of them was. The news had come last month and it still hadn't sunk completely into Freddie's brain. His mother's unit was on a training mission in Saigon, Vietnam and something had gone wrong with the artillery and the whole unit was blown up. They couldn't even tell if everyone was ok or not so the locals just told the Navy what happened and the Navy reported the news back home. The Joneses moved from Annapolis, Maryland to Coolsville, California where Bill Jones had grown up. Freddie was enrolled in school and his father retired from the Navy, so they planned to live there for pretty much ever. He tried to act tough like his mother's absence didn't matter but it did so he wasn't very good at the tough guy part. He hadn't really made many friends in Coolsville because he spent his summer playing football with the wall behind his house. The little redheaded girl that sat down behind him didn't look happy, he thought, maybe he could talk to her, she was certainly pretty!
Norville Rogers really didn't care one way or another about going to school. He had spent his summer with the Hippie Club he formed in 6th grade selling lava lamp shaped buttons in front of the Coolsville train station. His dad was a police officer on the Coolsville police force and his mother was a stay at home mom. He had 2 sisters an annoying 7 year old named Stacey who was starting 2nd grade and Natalie who was 5 and starting kindergarten. He was happy because his parents had told him that maybe when he was 12 he could get a dog and since he had turned 12 in August maybe it would happen. He wasn't in a homeroom with either of his friends, Ken Collins or Marcum Hanks so he sat down on the opposite of a quiet athletic looking blonde boy.
Velma Dinkley was a 10 year old starting middle school but she was excited. She had skipped the 4th and 6th grades and was now starting 7th. She had been living in San Diego with her Marine Biologist parents, Marilyn and Harold Dinkley when they were hired to work in Coolsville so they moved from one part of the state to another. She had an 8 year old sister named Vanessa who was her polar opposite and hated homework and loved the mall. She made her way up the school steps and walked down the hallway to her homeroom 5A and sat down behind a hippie kid with shaggy hair and next to a redheaded girl with fashionable clothing on.
Fate was definitely working in the kids' favor when the teachers put together the homeroom classes.