Teenagers and Turmoil

I do not own TDI, TDI Char., or any other abbreviated terms.
A highschool fic, a dramatic, comedic, romantic, and some other ic-y words tale in an AU.

Many different pairings, but you can expect these pairings/triangles

DxC GxTxH GxC TxL BxC GxB IxO HxL CxJ BxJ
If you don't know these, than read and find out :3

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A year before…

Several old schools in the county were falling apart at the seams. The doors, encrusted with rust, washboards were darkened from the decade's worth of markers bestowed upon them, and the gymnasium's equipment were either too broken or too worn to use. Teachers were getting upset with the building and constantly complaining about salary cuts. Money was always short; eventually the teachers care to use their full potential to teach slowly drained out of them. In time student's test scores began to decrease drastically, leading the students hopes to college and a better future shot.

With a construction crew, layout plan, and months of elbow grease, a new facility of learning was within reach, and a fresh start was in the air. New and high quality teachers lined up to take the reins and lead the students to graduation with higher marks than ever in the last few years. Hallways within the new school smelled like the inside of a new car and lockers were big enough to fit the person themselves. An indoor pool sat in it's own gym; mocking the old fashioned, out of date schools. This building had 3 floors, each floor being 2 stories high, making the High School look huge. A watchtower was on top, making the whole look like a castle that anyone would want to venture in.

The grand building stood in front of two men, shining like a toy fresh out of the package. The windows remained unsmudged, stairways had a coat od fresh paint, and the bricks that held the school even seemed to shine.
"So the teachers are all ready to start?" A short, plump, balding man with a large moustache asked the other.
The tall, lean man had a head of grey hair, and large glasses on the brim of his nose, observing the school he would soon be watching over.
"Yep, got a whole bunch of grade A quality educators."
The short man nodded, taking out an inhaler and taking in a steady spurt. "And where are the students coming from? North Rodman, or Millenium?"
"Actually, from quite around. At least 6 schools surround this one in the area. We'll be getting quite a variety of new students."
"That'll cause some turmoil I deduce."
"Oh, with kids these days that's pretty much natural."
The pudgy little man snorted. "Oh true, true. I can't believe you'll be watching over 900 kids though. That seems more of a punishment than a gift."
"It's every principal's job to help the next generation." The man's face smiled, causing his dark eyes to look dreary as he imagined the task at hand. "It's an honor to assist the future."
"A future hopped up on hormones, and with respect lower than the pants they wear these days."
They shared a small, gentlemanly laugh and the taller man commented, "Maybe, but that will just make the task more…enjoyable. Who knows? Maybe they'll be able to teach me more than I can teach them."
"With test scores as low as they are, I highly doubt that."
"Hmm. We'll see."
"Your child will be attending here correct?" The short man said, adjusting his orange and green checkered tie.
"Yep, it'll bring a new term on 'Father-like principal'."
"Well I believe it'll be easier to see how their doing gradewise."
"Oh no doubt on that concept."
The sun was starting to set and the two men descended back to their vehicles in the otherwise vacant parking lot.
"So, what was the school's name again?"
"Named after the very man who founded our city." He took in a deep breath and smiled. "Wawanakwa High School, will be open for business."
"I pity the poor soul named that. And I thought Nimrod was as low a name as they could get."

"Now everyone, get quiet!" A fat woman, with hair cut down to her ears shouted to the room of students. Sticking her arms to her wide sides, she gave an evil eye to the entirety of the room, not getting a single person to comply. Sophomores in the classroom were throwing paper airplanes, and girls were just plain squealing at something or another their girlfriends said.
Sad to say, this was the daily dose of respect.
"Take your own advise hot stuff!" A young man with long blonde hair shouted. The entire class erupted into laughs and giggles and continued on their way, not caring what their homeroom teacher had to say.
A loner in the corner, a girl with unnatural blue dyed hair, looked up from her drawings to see what the fuss was about. Deducing it was nothing as usual, she returned her undivided attention back to where it always was. Scribbles on a paper, most kids called it, while she stuck to term art.
The fine arts, like chorus, drama, dance, and especially art, were completely discouraged by most teenagers who inhabited this forsaken school.
"Hey goth creep." A jock with a brain as big as a golf ball chuckled. "You doing a portrait of me?"
"Screw off." The pale girl stated loudly, scowling. The football player smirked as he took a pen of his own and, with a laugh, scribbled all down along her sketches.
She looked down in horror before, in a flash, it turned to one of rage and let out a small growl. Jumping up, she took the player by his varsity jacket. Since he was tilting in his chair it was easy to shove him to the ground.
The woman's face scrunched and got redder by the second, until finally she let out a scream "SHUT UP!"
The room silenced, save a few snickers here and there as the 'young adults' looked up in disinterest.
"Now as I'm sure many of you heard, a new school has opened up…"

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"And some of you will be leaving, since the new boundaries of this school intrude onto some of ours as well." The tall blonde woman announced detachedly. Her eyes lost the youth they once held, and it made her entire form seem like a mindless puppet. "On this chart shows the streets off those who will be staying, and who won't."
Only six kids in the class were awake. The other thirty were getting their beauty sleep in late, and even if their heads were up, they still would have found a way to slumber. The teacher had given up a month ago, and decided, what the heck, she wasn't going to get held back if these people failed.
A beach blonde haired girl looked above from the back of the dark classroom to the overhead in the front of the room. Smiling, she looked back over to her best friend of three years next to her.
The brunette smiled back, sitting with a posture that would make a soldier jealous. Their street was highlighted, which could mean only one, truly happy thing. They would be getting out of this mess of a school and going to a brand new place! One to be rumored that it had an indoor pool! And tennis courts with actual nets! They were so excited they barely heard when their not-so-enthusiastic homeroom teacher muttered, "Those students who will be leaving…"

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"W-w-will be receiving, a booklet t-t-telling the guidelines of this new facility." Nervous stutters erupted from the small, boney man's mouth.
Students galore glared daggers as the teacher was telling them something that didn't interest them in the slightest.
Boys that had spiked hairs of red glared at the teacher with eyes painted black. One with tattoos all along his arms cracked his knuckles, daring the teacher to give him something he didn't want to do. One boy in the back of the room smirked. Playing with his trusty lighter, he moved his green mohawked head up as he looked at this new school before him on the paper.
"Let's see if the fire alarms there are as up to date as this school's…"
The lighter flickered its flame in his hand, licking at the air, begging to spread.
"I-i-information of this school…"

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"Can be acquired in your guidance counselors office. Feel free to go there and have a looksee to get ahead of the game." Quick, rattling words came pouring from the substitutes mouth.
No one listened, because all the guys were focused on talking about a big game, and the girls were all focused on flirting with the guys.
One girl in particular was filing down on her nails until they reached just the right level of smooth and shine. She raised a thin, raven colored eyebrow to the news of a new school.
Her perky blonde friend with a chest to bring all the boys running exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! A new school! I hope they have hot guys there!" Her valley girl voice gushed, holding up her clasped hands to her cheek and day dreaming over her only hope for this school.

Their brunette friend, who the raven haired girl never claimed she was in public, also commented "I hope so too! I bet it's full of boys ten times cuter than here!" They sighed happily, the one girl's congestion making her sigh turn into a cough.
"You idiots, don't you see what this means?" The dictator of the girls exclaimed to her dull subjects. They shook their heads no in unison, fearing what their leader would do since they didn't know the answer.
She smiled, her eyes squinting with a plot. "A new school means a new profile, a new hunting ground. With a start on the right foot, we can have the suckers of that school eating out of the palm of my hand."
"Oh! Okay!" The blonde one stated excitingly, clapping her hands. And then drawing a blank…as usual."And then what?"
The taller brunette scowled. "We rule the school dipstick."
"Ohhhhhh!"
"I recommend you kids leaving get a head start…"
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"Cause you're gonna get a fresh opening, a new chance." The tall burly man stated. "Don't waste it."

In front of the man sat about twenty kids who all looked to seem to find the ceiling more interesting at the moment. This school just lacked one major characteristic. Enthusiasm.
They found that this school was as bad as it would get, and they surrendered easily cause hey, who cares? They would have to let some people graduate, the ones who got straight D's, and even some C's thrown in there.
A young man with eyes as green as emerald smiled softly as he saw the photo of the school he'd be attending next year. His young friend next to him smiled a gap toothed grin and said "Looks killer! Better get ready to put on the good ol' charms for all the ladies." He started to lean back in his chair and started to fall backwards. Flailing his arms, his friend caught him just in the nick of time. He smiled again in embarrassment. "Heh, that was a close one…"

"Oh and one more thing…"

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"Good luck." The tall middle aged woman smiled kindly to the class. One boy in particular, a hard to miss child jumped up from the crowd and threw a thick, joyous fist into the air.
"YEAH-HAH! THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!"

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Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. "OH GREAT! ANOTHER HIGH SCHOOL FIC!" Well believe, had I not found the idea fun, and had plenty of ideas swimming through my head, I wouldn't have pursued it. So read on if you want, no one's making you!
Review if you're a fan of making people smile! 