Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans (I wish)

TerraRocks it's finished! Hey everyone please review when you have read this(and please do cos its fab!) cos i need ideas for the next chapter. Ok the story is about the titans as normal kids, who attend Jump City high school. Pairings... wait and see. Anyways... enjoy! Oh yeah, Robin is still called Robin as Dick is a silly name.

It was a regular Monday morning in Jump City. It was three weeks before the end of term at Jump City High School. It was only 9 am but things were already going wrong.

"Dude, what is WITH this locker?"

A slightly geeky looking boy with messed up green hair, and baggy jeans was trying hard (and failing) to close his locker. He slammed it hard again and again, muttering under his breath, conscious of the fact that students all around him were staring. Finally he gave it one last shove, and it shut, only to ping back open in his face.

"I give up". He fell back against the locker, slightly out of breath, and raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Hey Garfield! How ya doin' man?"

Startled at hearing his name, Garfield Logan looked up, to see two guys from his class pushing their way through the crowd towards him.

"Oh, hi Victor, hi Robin", he greeted, trying his best to sound cool.

Victor Stone was the most athletic guy in his year. He had the build of a wrestling champion (which he was) and was captain of the school's soccer team. His shaven head made him appear more scary than he actually was. He slapped Garfield on the back, knocking him into a group of girls, who looked disgusted and walked off.

"How are you?"

"Well I was okay…" Garfield gasped, winded. Robin Grayson laughed. "Easy on him, Vic." He pointed at Garfield's bright green head. "Um, Garfield, what's with the hair?"

"Garfield laughed nervously. "Oh yeah, that. I tried to dye it black but it went kinda wrong (Robin's eyebrows shot up at this). Is it that bad?"

" Hate to say it Gar, but it is." Robin smoothed down his own spiked up, jet-black hair, which was his pride and joy. He was one of the coolest guys Garfield knew. He was a martial arts expert, and rode his own motorbike to school. He plugged in his MP3 player, and Greenday blasted out.

"My shadow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes..."

"Need a hand, buddy?" Victor eyed Garfield's open locker. It became clear why it wouldn't shut- it was crammed full with books, old clothes, animal rights leaflets, and even….

"Tofu?" Victor looked at Garfield. "Shit man, we know you're a veggie but please! That stinks!" He slammed the locker shut. And this time it stayed shut.

"Thanks…I think.."

A piece of paper that had been taped up in his locker fluttered to the floor and landed at Robin's feet. He bent down and picked it up, wiping tofu off it. He glanced at it, then did a double take. The page was decorated with ink hearts, and in the middle in scrawled, messy handwriting was written; "Garfield and Terra 4eva." Robin couldn't help it- he burst out laughing, and passed it to Victor, who immediately started making revolting kissy noises.

Robin wiped his eyes and stared at Garfield in disbelief. "Terra? Terra MARKOV?" He said incredulously, switching off his MP3.

Garfield gave a strangled squeak, and snatched the paper out of Victor's hands. His face had gone the same colour as Robin's shirt- a tasteful shade of scarlet.

Victor gave a low whistle. "Sorry man, but she is WAY out of your league."

"Oh yeah?" retorted Garfield, offended. "No one can resist my manly charms", he said, smoothing down his unruly hair.

"What are you gonna do? Cover her in tofu?" Victor replied sarcastically, shoving his books into his backpack.

Hey, dude, I am the definition of cool. Watch me." Garfield turned and leant back on his locker.

Then he gasped. "Oh my god!" Terra Markov was striding down the corridor towards him. For one second, to Garfield, it seemed everything stopped, and she was the only thing that mattered.

Terra stopped, and turned to him. "Hi Garfield" she said, smiling real big. Her blue eyes sparkled. She had long blonde hair, which fell around her shoulders, and was dressed in khaki shorts and a blue v neck.

"Uh, hi," Garfield stammered. Right, just play it cool, Gar, he told himself. He turned -and WHACK! He got smacked in the face by Robin's locker door which he had just opened. He clutched his throbbing nose and looked up, flushing with embarrassment.

"Terra!" he called. But she had gone.

"Oh yeah," Victor said, sarcastically. "Way cool."

Terra Markov pushed her way down the crowded corridor and made her way to her locker. A goth girl with short purple hair dressed in a black ripped up Black Sabbath t shirt and jeans was already there.

"Hey Raven", Terra greeted her best friend. "How was the weekend?"

"Depressing" Raven Azerath replied. She smiled dryly."Best I've had in weeks."

Most things were depressing for Raven, but that was how she liked it. She couldn't understand why everyone had to be happy all the time and wasn't interested in girlie things like gossip and cheerleading- which she considered to be a waste of time (and made her feel physically sick). She would much rather meditate, read gloomy poetryand other depressing things.It was pretty surprising that she and Terra were best friends as Terra was head of the cheerleading squad, but whatever.

Terra opened her locker and looked at all her school books with distaste. "What lesson do we have first?"

"Geography." Raven replied, grimacing.

"Oh yes of course!" Terra said, her eyes lighting up. Geography was the only lesson she actually enjoyed, as she had a strange fascination in rocks. She had a collection of them at home actually, which only Raven knew about.

Raven allowed herself a rare laugh. " You'll turn into a rock one day(DURN DURN DURN,foreshadowing, foreshadowing)" she commented.

Just then the bell rang for homeroom. Terra shut her locker, and they headed down the corridor.

"Oh yeah, the new girl is starting today," Terra remembered. "She's foreign."

A group of boys rushed past, pulling stupid faces and laughing like loons.

Raven raised her eyebrows. "For her sake", she said. "I hope she's familiar with idiots."