Hi, one and all this is Simplehawk and umm this is my first official fanfiction and I hope you guys like, review and follow. Talk to yall later.

Disclaimer: I do not own N.E.R.D.S.

Chapter 00 Intro

"Ugh! Another day of swirly toilets, garbage bins, wet willies and locker stuffing." I sighed.

Oh yeah, hi my name is Michael Jones or as the bullies call me Skipper. I am thirteen years old and I stand at around 5'6 feet high. I am an average brown African American student who gets picked on for skipping.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I changed my sleeping clothes to black jeans, white polo shirt, Red and black high-tops and my signature bandana with cross bones made from an old childhood shirt.

I ran downstairs and grabbed my black bag to try and get away from my older brother.

"Where are you going pip-squeak?"

"School," I said hastily trying to walk past him.

He moved to the side and block my way and said "Fat chance dork! You forgot to bathe."

"I did bathe, ...No!"

I tried to run back upstairs but he grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me. He walked into the bathroom and turned towards the toilet.

"Elliot, no! Stop! Elliotttt!"

School (9:00 a.m.)

I walked into the schoolyard drenched in toilet water.

"Hey, Skippy you slipped on the soap this morning."

"Dude, I heard he was taking a dump and fell into the toilet and he was stuck there for two hours straight."

They all laughed and mocked me as I passed by. Few watched on in sympathy. I walked into my class and sat down at my table at the far corner of the class with all my classmates far away from me as if I had some bad disease.

Two hours of class later

I skipped out of the class delighted with not failing my history quiz. I turned a corner and came a face to snout encounter with Drago, the school's top bully. He grabbed me by my neck and asked" Hey, Skipper! Where is my homework?"

"This is your homework!" I yelled.

I spit in his face and all he did was wipe it off.

"You just made this harder for yourself, bitch!"

He nodded to his two goons Shack and Snake. They opened a locker and Drago tossed me into it like a useless rag and shoot on a barrage of spit balls. Shack slammed it shut and the group left laughing up a storm.

I sighed and said "I wish life wasn't so cruel," I pushed at the door and said "And I wish to get out of here."

"Prepare for entre into the 'Playground'"

"The what?!" I yelled.

A hatch opened up beneath me and I fell straight down about twenty feet and then it got fun with twists and turns until it shot me out towards an exposed rusty large fan. The fan slowed my descend and sent me into a next tube. The tube shot me into a chair with my body clean, safe and sound.

"W..Welcome to..to the…t..he Play…ground!"

I looked around and saw technology that shouldn't and wouldn't be created on Earth for a generations to come. All of it covered in dust, webs and more.

"Wow! How old is this place?"

A table rose from the ground and stationed itself in front of me.

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