New Fan Fic, this is the introductory chapter. Enjoy. Reviews are welcomed. Remember this will be out of the Hunger Games universe, no reaping, no killings, and no hunger. There will be a war, but not a blood war.
Remember I do not own the Hunger Games. The author does. When I become filthy rich, I will try to buy the rights. Meaning, I have to buy more lottery tickets.
Prologue
West Valley High, also known as the High School of the Rich or simply Drama High. A school ruled by Principal Snow who watches his students, as hawk watches his prey. He might be old, but he was no dumb when it came to understanding teenagers. How different cliques were formed on his school, and how the rivalry between two groups grew each year. The snobby filthy rich kids of Valley High known as the Barbie's vs. the other rich kids of West Valley known as the handsomely geeks. He never did anything to stop the fighting or the constantly bickering of these two groups, he enjoyed the war the groups created on school. It made him feel powerful for some reasons. His only problem was the secret society of West Valley High, those who called themselves the Ninjas. Those who would rebel against the school code of conduct.
Just this morning as he parked on the south side of the administration parking lot, the words 'Principal Snow Sucks Eggs' was written all over the concrete floor. Several of the teachers saw the graffiti before the lazy janitor could remove it. He needed to trap those bastards, and annihilate all those rebels. He would not tolerate another rebellion, like the one that happened seven years ago.
A knock at his door made him look up from the papers on his desk, and at the same time break his train of thought. "What it is," he replied with his grumpy hoarse voice.
Annie, the school only secretary pops her head into his office. "I got two kids outside who were caught by Professor Odair fighting," She said. "Is it a Geek and Barbie?" He asked.
Annie had been working two years at West Valley High; she clearly knew to what Principal Snow was referring to. "Yes."
"Let them in." At least his morning could get better, another fight he had punish.