Okay you guys! im really new to this whole thing but I've been really anxious to make a fanfiction about wizard101 so I did! I think it's really good this is only the first chapter but he's not in ravenwood yet I know a lot of people put the characters in the school first thing but he is getting close so I won't spoil the story for you and- here goes!

Journey
Scott was in the kitchen, at midnight, working on Mrs. Rickman's science project from school. He loathed school. As did every other child in the world. Even though he was very accepted by the other students and had few enemies, he secretly despised them all. With a few exceptions like his friends Teri, Taylor, Jordan, and Sarah. He liked to hang out with girls because guys were immature. The girls, however, were funny, smart, and he could relate to them. Scott was sixteen. In two days, he would have his driver's license. Just thinking of it distracted him from working on his project. He'd been doing this for a while; schoolwork at night, which caused him to be sleepy in class and sleep once he got home.
He decided to call it a night. He stood from the countertop he was sitting on and reached to turn on the living room light. He stepped into the light of the living room and turned off the kitchen light. He strategically moved around and turned the lights on and off so that he could stay in the light and get to the bathroom as fast as possible.
Scott hated the dark. It reminded him of a scary movie he once saw when he was five years old. It traumatized him for life, being that he watched it at such a young age. He imagined a dark figure, a girl with long hair draped over her face, with her arms spread out. right behind him.
He made his way to the bathroom and took off his day clothes he had worn to to school. He took long showers. Mainly just thinking about his life for thirty minutes. Then, washing for the next five. It made people laugh when he would tell them. It made him laugh too. But he couldn't help it. The shower was the one place he could get away from the world. Until, of course, Anne told him to get out.
Anne was his aunt. His mother, Mary, had died from a car accident five years ago when she was on her way to pick him up from school. She never spoke of his father. They divorced when he was just four years old.
When Scott got out of the shower he put on a fresh pair of gym shorts. He liked to go to bed shirtless because it got very hot upstairs. Scott's room was the small top floor of the house. The room was shaped like a triangular prism. He had no windows and there was barely any real source of sunlight, but he was okay with that. The only real reason he was so fit was because of gym class at school, in which he had twice every day. Anne signed him up for this class a month after the death of his mother took place.
He spent many of his hours reading, because school had made him nocturnal.
He usually read half his entire book all in one night. After all, he did have seven hours to kill.
He read his book until he saw the rays of sunlight through the cracks in the roof. He turned of his night light which illuminated his fish tank. He also turned off his desk lamp and the fan. He liked his fish. He found then lucky for being able to breathe under water and not having to deal with other humans. But he would also hate to have to be trapped in that box and not be able to go anywhere. Which was something Scott enjoyed. Adventures.
He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed some deodorant. He then put on a white shirt and didn't bother to put on a different pair of gym shorts.
He grabbed his bookbag and he walked down the rackety stairs to the living room. After his mother died, he and Anne had gained almost $100,000 dollars. They were smart not to spend it all on a new house. This one was small and old. Instead, they bought a few appliances to liven up the house; his Xbox, a new Flat Screen TV, and a Dyson vacuum. The rest went into savings. Scott opened the door and walked outside, past the garden to the driveway. He started toward the bus stop. There, he saw his friend Teri waiting there as usual. "Hey, Scott!" She said. ( FINALLY SOME DIALOGUE )He outstretched his arms and Teri
embraced the hug. Teri was short, with short black hair. Along with her light brown skin. She was very eccentric. They pulled away from the hug.
"Hey," Scott replied with a hint of a laugh in his voice.
"Did you get that project done yet?" Teri asked.
"No, but i'll definitely finish tomorrow,"
He answered.
"Good. Cause I'll kick your ass if you don't!" Teri said.
At that moment, the bus arrived along with the noisy kids and the careless bus driver.
"Good morning," she said with her southern accent.
Neither of them answered. The bus driver said that every day because it was part of her job, but the kids get tired of saying "good morning" back to her. Teri went to the back of the bus with Jordan and Scott stayed in the middle with Taylor. She had her nose in her book like normal.
"You're not gonna say hi?" Scott asked sarcastically.
"Huh," Taylor said still with her nose stuck in the book but with her hand up waving. Taylor was tan, and had long brown hair that she kept in a tail. She wasn't a nerd, but she did enjoy reading and was very intelligent.
When they got to the school, there was a crowd around Scott's locker.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Scott said yelling louder with each word. "That's my locker! What are you doing?" Scott exclaimed.
Jon, an old middle school friend of his, was the first to speak up.
"Look," he said pointing at the locker.
There was a paper taped to it that Scott took immediately.
Scott recited the words on the paper, "Be Ready. Be ready for what?" Scott
Asked to no one in particular. He crumpled up the paper in his hand and threw it in the nearest receptacle.
He looked back to see the crowd watching him.
"Must be some type of prank I guess," Scott lied. Sarah, while walking past him, said,
"Be careful."
"I will," Scott answered.
And they went their separate ways down the hallway. Sarah was a short, light skinned girl with long black hair with a trace of brown. She wore glasses and had a dictionary stuck inside her brain along with a thesaurus. I guess you can say she was a bit of a geek, but Scott had a secret crush on her.
Scott was in the courtyard playing basketball. He was running around dribbling the ball to try to make a shot.
He shot from the one point line but missed. The other boy, Michael, caught the ball as it fell. He passed it back to Scott, but it hit him in the face. Scott was usually the best player in basketball, but today he was tired. It seemed he was always tired nowadays.
"Dude, you got a little rusty," Michael said.
"Yeah. No I'm just tired, I'm fine,"
Scott replied.
"Sleep deprivation?" Michael chuckled as he shot the ball through the hoop.
Scott started feeling terrible. His stomach started rumbling, he noticed his shoulders were burning with pain, and he found it hard to stay stood up.
"You ok, man?" Michael seemed concerned now.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just go tell coach we're coming back inside. I'll go look for my backpack," Scott lied. Michael stared at him. He knew he was lying, but for whatever reason he did as he asked.
"Okay," Michael said. He dropped the ball and ran inside. The ball rolled straight to Scott. He heard someone signing, or humming, somewhere in the forest. He couldn't recognize the tune. He found himself being very curious of what it was. Reluctantly, he stepped on to the dead leaves of the woods. He moved slowly, as if trying to stay hidden and quiet, yet at the same time looking everywhere for who, or what, was making the sound. He came to a small clearing. There, just five feet in front of him, was an ancient book atop an old, dirty pedestal with vines growing on it. The words were in some different language. He didn't understand them at all. He gripped the side of the page and turned it. Suddenly, every crack on the rusty thing was lighting up. A faint, green glow growing brighter by the second. Still keeping his hands on the book, the mysterious light started to flow into his hands and pores. He stood paralyzed in amazement, and also fear. The light was turning a light orang now, then maroon, and purple. Finally, the light changed to a bright, luminous white, and just like that, it was all gone. The book, the pedestal, and the light, all gone. But it was still in his hands. It was flowing up his arms now, and onto his chest. It slowly made its way to his face and illuminated his eyes.
Now it was starting to fade, and then his body went numb, and he collapsed on the ground.
Scott woke up and found himself laying on the ground where he passed out. How long had it been since it happened? He looked up to the sky to see it was still day time, but growing dark. He had gym at the end of the school day. He got out of school around five o'clock. Scott was laying there on the ground, deep in the woods, for two hours. Nobody bothered to take account for his going missing. Nobody but Sarah, who he could hear now shouting his name.
"Scott! Oh my god Scott, where are you?" She sounded terrified.
He sat himself up and got to his feet.
"I'm here!" Scott shouted in what seemed to be her direction. He heard her footsteps get faster and louder, and she flew out of the forest and jumped onto Scott causing them to both fall on the ground.
"I thought I would never see you again," Sarah said still hugging him on the ground.
"You came," Scott said in a laugh. She disembarked the hug but was still on top of him. She slapped him right across the face
" Of course I did you idiot!" Sarah said.
She hugged him again. Scott was amazed by how strong she was. She stood up and extended her hand that Scott received. She pulled him up and they stood there, still in the middle of the clearing.
They started to head toward the courtyard and head home.
"How did it happen?" Sarah asked after what seemed like an eternity.
"How did what happen?"Scott replied. Sarah stubbornly stopped, put her hands on her hips and turned to face Scott.
"Don't act dumb. How did you get here, how did you pass out? It couldn't have just- happened," Sarah said. Scott was best friends with Sarah for a long time. He had met her in the first grade and immediately they were friends. Scott reluctantly gave in and told her the truth.
"I heard someone singing. It sounded like it was coming from here, so I came to investigate," He said. Scott sighed.
"There was this book" He said. Sarah nodded in agreement. "Then there was a bunch of light and, I dunno, it was just all over me. Then I couldn't feel my body and passed out. That's all I remember," He said.
"There's something else," Sarah had figured out by Scott's body language.
There was a long pause before Scott lifted the side of his shirt to reveal a gash, in the shape of a spiral. It was about the circumference of a styrofoam cup. Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh my god! Scott, are you ok?" Sarah couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the wound.
"It doesn't hurt," Scott said to try to keep her calm. Sarah started shuffling in her shoulder bag to pull out a roll of bandage.
"Take off your shirt," She insisted. He did so in return. She was about to wrap the bandage around his torso, where the spiral was, but remembered to get some Vaseline to put on it. She grabbed some from her bag and put some on her fingers. She rubbed it on the wounded area and started wrapping the bandage around his waist. She got the shirt he had thrown in the ground and offered it to him. He grabbed it and put it back on.
"Thank you," Scott said while hugging her with great force.
"A little tighter and you won't have anyone to be thankful for," Sarah said , muffled, her eyes popping out. He pulled away from her and laughed.
"Sorry," He said, still laughing. Sarah hugged him again and said,"What would you do without me?" She said with a laugh in her voice. They then started their voyage back home, and no one spoke the rest of the way there.