A/N: Bwahaha I don't know about you guys but how about writing another story since I can barely keep up with my other story.

Okay so basically Ed gets sent to our world, is already put in the school system for some reason, and now has to learn all about American school life. I based it off of my sucky school system, and I put him in middle school because I can, not because I'm in middle school and seriously don't wanna ask my sister about her high school if that's what you're thinking. *sweats* Also I just shoved him in all of my classes cause that's easier. Annnnnnd some other characters might be coming in soon. (;

Rated T for language, some minor violence, and some innuendoes.(It is middle school after all) Sorry if Ed's OOC, I haven't had much practice writing him.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is not mine.

Ed knew something was wrong.

Two seconds ago, he was Amestris, researching bio-alchemy with Shou Tucker. Now, he had a splitting headache and was waking up on hard ground. He stretched and looked around. In front of him was what looked like a parking lot, except the cars looked really weird.

It must've been early in the morning, because the sun was shining right in his eyes. 'Where the hell am I?' he wondered.

He went to push himself off the ground when he noticed. He pushed up his sleeve and gasped.

Instead of automail, he had a flesh arm.

A human arm.

He ran his hand over it. 'Is this real?' he thought.

"Hey, kid, you alright?"

Ed looked up to see a teenage boy with spiky black hair and a bag on his back staring at him.

"Um, yeah. I'm fine," Ed stuttered, still in disbelief. The boy shrugged and went to walk away.

"Wait!" Ed called."Can you tell me where I am?"

The boy looked at him as if he was insane before he said. "Uh, Acreage Pines Middle School. Weirdo." Then he left to join his friends.

'I'm at a school?' What was going on? Why and how did he even get here? Then he remembered his arm and went to pull up the leg of jeans who would never wear. He had a flesh leg too.

'What the hell is going on?!' he thought. He had no idea what was going on or how he even got here. He stood up and looked behind him and gasped.

'This is a school?!' he thought, shocked. It was huge.

It was made of bricks and a white metal roof. There was a small span of grass and trees in front of him before it ended at the wall. He looked all around him. He was under a metal overhang and the sidewalk stretched on for a while before it reached a large basketball court with a few boys racing across it on weird board-things that Ed didn't recognize.

'What...' he then examined his new attire. He wore dark blue jeans, along with weird looking shoes that were black and had white soles, toes, and laces. Then he wore a grey long sleeved shirt under a white polo.

Next to him he had found a red and black backpack that he presumed was his. He unzipped it and looked through its contents. Pencils, paper, notebooks, an agenda, binders, and the last alchemy book he and Al had been reading.

'Al,' Was Al here too? Did he also have his body back? This was confusing. What the hell was going on?

'Congratulations, you've interacted with your first student. Oh, there will be many more to come, Alchemist...' said a voice in the back of his mind that sounded eerily familiar.

Ed's POV

What was that? It sounded a lot like...

"Hey!"

I jumped and turned around to come face-to-face with a girl that was glaring at me. She had her brown hair up in a messy bun, and wore tight, neon green jeans. The two girls standing behind her looked almost identical.

"You're in our spot. Move," she hissed. She seemed really pissed.

"Hey," said one of the girls behind her with a thick, unfamiliar accent. "He don't look familiar. You new or something?" She was chewing something white.

All of a sudden, the girl in front of me lit up, eyes gleaming.

"Ah, YOU MUST BE THE NEW STUDENT MRS. CASSIE TOLD US ABOUT! SQUEEE!" she screeched before throwing down her blue book bag and giving me a hug as tight as Major Armstrong's.

"Oh my god, I'm so excited! You're finally here! And you're a girl!" she squealed.

I immediately pushed her away, fuming.

"I'M A BOY, YOU IDIOT GIRL!" I yelled. She got a hurt look on her face before trotting back over and slinging her arm over my shoulders.

"Whoops, sorry 'bout that. It's just that you look very feminine for a boy. Offense intended."

Offense intended? This girl seemed like a charm.

"So," said a girl with piercing blue eyes. "What's your name?"

"My name's Edward, but everyone calls me Ed." I responded, pushing the girl practically hanging on me off. But she just clung back on.

"My name's Savannah. Nice to meet cha," she said, before sticking out her arm. I shook it gently. I wanted to get away from these people as soon as possible.

"Well, Eddie, welcome to Acreage Pines! With disgusting food, safety-obsessed principals, and school buses that smell of drugs, you'll love it here!" Savannah said excitedly. I then noticed that many more kids were standing around me.

"What classes do you have?" said a voice behind me. I turned to see Savannah digging through my 'backpack', or whatever she called it, before she pulled out a shiny notebook with a tiger on the front.

She flipped through it to the current day, which was September 13th.

"Awww, Eddie you don't have your schedule yet. It's okay, we'll take you to the office to get one." She shoved the agenda back in my backpack and zipped it up. "But you should at least know whether or not you're in gifted classes or not," she said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Uh, what are gifted classes?" I asked, puzzled. The three girls gasped and the girl with the accent I still couldn't place said, "That's it, he's a regular."

They backed away like I had the plague. What was their problem?

"What idiot doesn't know what gifted classes are?!" Savannah said, shocked.

The girl with blue eyes said, "Gifted classes are a part of a program for kids who are smarter than average, so we are placed in classes that are more challenging then the regular classes."

Smarter then average? Gifted classes? I guessed that was where I belong then.

"Yeah, I guess I am," I replied. Savannah stepped forward.

"No. You either are or aren't, not you guess. Why don't you check yourself before you wreck yourself," she spat, snapping her fingers in a Z-motion.

Could these people talk any weirder?

"Yeah, I am," I said, not wanting them to practically attack me for being 'regular.'

"Well, why didn't you say that in the first place, Eddie!" Savannah chimed.

"Please don't call me that," I growled.

"Whatever you say, Edo." she shoved my backpack at me and began pulling me through the crowd. Finally we arrived in a squished-in spot right in front of tinted glass doors.

A bell rang out and a lady opened the doubled doors from the inside. I began getting crushed by the massive amount of kids pushing and shoving.

After scraping my arm on the doorframe, Savannah dragged me to another set of doors and brought me inside. It looked like an office, with two tall counters and a row of chairs against the wall. Savannah and I sat down.

"Man, I hope we have the same classes. I've been dying to meet someone new for once. Hopefully you'll change things up a bit, 'cause so far it's been the same thing everyday. It's so-"

A woman with short cropped hair walked in and sat down behind the counter. She peered at us over her glasses.

"May I help you two?" she asked. Savannah walked over to the desk.

"He's a new student, and he needs his schedule, 'cause for some reason he doesn't have it." Savannah jerked her thumb at me.

"Oh? Okay," The secretary looked at me. "Well, come here so I can figure out your schedule."

I got up and walked over to the desk. The woman was giving me a glare that said 'I could be doing better things then this.' She cleared her throat.

"Name."

"Edward Elric."

"Grade."

What? Grade? Like the grade of eggs?

Then Savannah said, "7th." and I embedded that into my memory.

The secretary nodded and opened a draw before pulling a huge file marked E to L. She flipped through it, passing rows and rows of names until reaching mine.

She then turned to something. It was a thin black square sitting on a big black rectangle. What the hell was that? There was a long board covered with numbers and letters attached to it. Her fingers flew across the board. So they were buttons? But what did they do?

Then a big, grey, bulky machine on the other side of the room began clicking and jerking, then it spat out a bunch of paper. The secretary grabbed the papers and handed them to me.

"Here," she said, annoyed. "There's your schedule, bus route, student ID number, and all that information. Now go to class before your late."

As soon as we left the office, Savannah snatched up my schedule. Then she squealed with joy.

"Yes! We have almost every class together! Whoopee!" she did a little dance before grabbing my wrist and tugging me along.

Whoopee. As we reached the hallway, I realized my dilemma. The hallway was packed. Kids of every size, shape, and color talked, laughed, screamed, tripped, sang, yelled, ran, ate and even skipped down the hallway.

"Come on!" Savannah chimed and we began down the hallway. I was bumped into every person that passed, and then they would yell at me to watch were I was going or just say a curse word in my general direction. I noticed that everyone, despite all the distractions, was swiftly maneuvering around each other.

As we continued down the seemingly endless hallway, I ran into some kid that must've been at least 6'5".

"Watch where ya' goin', shrimp," he said nonchalantly.

Excuse me?

"WHO YOU CALLING A SHRIMP SO SMALL THAT THEY CAN BARLY REACH THE FLOOR YOU OVERSIZED GORILLA?!"

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, looming over me. "Whatcha' say, short stacks?"

Kids immediately gathered around, and I saw some money being flashed. The kid threw down his backpack and raised his fist. Then he swung.

Then was a flash of neon and brown hair and the kid's fist stopped an inch from Savannah's nose, who now stood in front of me.

"Scram, Steven," she growled. The kid growled back and then lumbered down the hallway and the crowd dispersed.

She grabbed me roughly and pulled me away.

"What the hell were you thinking? Starting a fight on your first day? You're practically throwing gasoline in the fire," she whisphered viciously.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "And what do you mean by 'fuel to the fire?'"

"The Grovers."

"What?"

"The Shadow Grove. I'll explain later."

We then walked into a classroom as soon as the bell rang. All eyes turned to me. There was a little over twenty kids all sitting at desks, staring at me intently.

'Gifted classes are a part of a program for kids who are smarter than average.' So were these kids geniuses like me too?

"Mrs. Cassie!" Savannah called. "The new student is here!" A petite blond woman who I guessed was the teacher popped out of the office in the back of the room.

"Why, hello, hello." Mrs. Cassie said cheerfully. "Alright, you can sit down behind Gabriel." -a kid raised his hand-"So write down your agenda and get out some paper, and I'll get you set up in a few minutes after announcements."

I took my seat and looked at the board. It was, different. Instead of green or black, it was white. And the words were written in a rainbow of colors that was defiantly not chalk. Marker maybe?

I wrote down the agenda, then suddenly froze in shock.

On the board, in purple ink, it read:

September 13th, 2013

2013? What? Was I in the future? This was not possible. Not. Logically. Possible.

Oh, but it is, Alchemist.

That voice again. It sounded like-

What I thought was a PA system crackled to life. In Amestris, the PA system had just come out, they hadn't even installed it in HQ yet. Something told me I was a LONG way from home. Was I even still in Amestris even? Was it still called that?

'Good morning, Acreage Pines. Please stand for the pledge.' A woman said over the PA system. I watched in confusion as everyone stood. Baffled, I stood with them. They put their hands on their chests, so I did the same. They were all facing a red, white and blue flag hanging up on the wall by the door.

'I pledge allegiance

To the flag'

They recited the saying in perfect unison. This must've been a daily routine. I had no idea what to say, so I just mouthed random words and hoped no one would notice.

'Of the United States of America,'

America? That sounded kind of like Amestris.

'And to the Republic,

For which it stands,'

A republic? Mustang must've done some major changes.

'One nation,

Under god.

Indivisible,

With liberty and justice for all.'

'You may be seated'

Everyone sat back down and continued working on their 'Do Now.' As the lady on the PA system continued talking about clubs and sports and talent shows, Mrs. Cassie came over to get me settled in and gave me 'Oh no!' tickets for bad behavior and a little piece of paper called a 'credit card' that had bathroom passes and stuff like that. She actually scared me a little bit when she said that she would punch me if I used my credit card, but it turned out she just meant a hole puncher. Then she gave me a science textbook.

After announcements finished, Mrs. Cassie told me to come to the front of the class and introduce myself. As I stood up in front, everyone watched me carefully, all except for three girls in the back who had their noses buried in books.

"Hi." Nothing. No response at all. "My name is Edward Elric."

Suddenly the three girls in the back who looked like they could care less about the new student perked up and lowered their books. They gasped at the sight of me and began to whisper before one of the girls with tan skin and curly brown hair said "Can you repeat that?"

Shoot. Should I have used my real name? They seemed to recognize me, along with two boys and girl a few seats to the front. "So where are you from?" a boy in the front blurted out before I could repeat my name.

"Amestris." Everyone reeled back in their seats and began to whisper to each other.

"Amestris?" Mrs. Cassie interrupted. "Never heard of that country."

"But Mrs. Cassie!" a girl with blond hair shouted out. "I know all the countries, and that's not one of them!"

"Hush, Gianni. But I really have never heard of that place. Remind me to Google it later." Then she told me to sit back down.

Google it? What did that mean? As class began and we started talking about some person named Rachel Carson, it became hard for me to focus because I couldn't shake the feeling of three pairs of eyes boring into the back of my head.

A/N: Looks like there's some otakus checking out Edddddddd.

By the way, everyone and everything in this story is real. The students, the teachers, the scenarios, even the Shadow Grove is real, not even kidding. Only Savannah and like two other people are made up.

Updates: pretty random. Might be slow, might be fast depending on if people like it.

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~Alpha Infinity