You had you Barbie A-Cliques, your emos, your jocks, your street gangs, your mean girls, your punks, your nerds, your otakus.
And then you had me and my friends. The losers. Since we started high school last year, it had been that way. We were all losers in the midst of many students. Oh sure, the mean girls could mock the style of our girls, and the jocks could call Axel a "Weirdo wimp", but we had each other.
I was one third fanfiction writer, one third otaku, and one third straight A student. Ari was not a weirdo. He was random in a good way. Olivia and Natalie were fellow otaku fans, and Frieda or "Freddy" was a Five Nights at Freddy's fan.
It was the beginning of another year at high school. I was busy reading "Azumanga Daioh" at the bus stop and had gotten to a really funny comic, when something poked my shoulder.
"Poke," Natalie declared.
"Poke yourself," I retorted. Silence. "Another boring school year."
"Hey guys!" Olivia walked into the picture. I shut my book and waved to her.
"Well, three of us are here. What about Frieda, Ari, or Mackenzie?"
"Ari broke his alarm clock, the bus isn't working for Mackenzie and I don't know for Frieda."
"TOAAAAST!" A war cry pierced the air as the freshman girl attacked me in a hug.
"Nice to see we're at the same high school, Frieda," I said.
The bus finally came. We got on it, only to trip onto a full potato chip bag and send the chips as grenades for the hair of an A Clique girl. She picked up an open orange juice bottle and said,"Oops. Soo sorry about that. Here, let me help." Before I could get orange juiced, Olivia dragged me to our seat in the bus.
It wasn't until I was getting off the bus that I noticed the bus driver was very big. And hairy.
"Uh, bye."
"MWWWWWRHGAAAGH!" He said. I got out of the bus so surprised my eyes wanted to pop out of my head very badly. That was no ordinary bus driver. That was Chewbacca the Wookiee himself!
"Hey, did you see that? It was Chewbacca! He was driving the bus! And-"
"Who's Chewbacca?" Natalie asked.
"What kind of childhood did you have, not watching Star Wars? Chewbacca is the walking carpet with the sideways belt."
"Oh yeah..." Natalie scrunched her face up. "Anyway, let's see our classes: Well, first we have math, then... Huttese? Well, then we have P.E. and after that there's lunch, English, History of the Galaxy, science, and that's it."
"Hey, if Chewbacca was the bus driver, I think I know what might be happening pretty soon."
We walked into the sterile math class. Everything was practically immaculate, and made of either steel or black material. The desks were black chairs with steel desks, and on the glistening whiteboard was some weird metal tube with buttons on it.
At that point, I heard heavy breathing outside the classroom.
"*Hhk* I do not see fit to teach what I already know to a room full of amateurs!"
I knew who the math teacher was before he even walked in. So I leaned over to Ari and hissed,"Our math teacher is Darth Vader so you might want to warn the other kids." Ari stared at me. And then laughed.
"Alright, I'll do it for you," he chuckled. He stood on top of a desk and started yelling.
"UH, HI. HEY, DID YOU KNOW OUR MATH TEACHER WILL BE DARTH VADER FROM STAR WARS? THAT GUY? OKAY. WELL, HE SEEMS TO BE IN A BAD MOOD, SO DON'T-"
"Don't what?" A scratchy, authoritative voice questioned. Ari looked behind him to face the Sith Lord himself. He stared at everyone, giving a "help me please" look.
"D-don't disobey you, o-of course," he squeaked out.
"Hmm."
"That's what I really was trying to say!" Ari said. Vader seemed doubtful, well he would look doubtful if he wasn't wearing a mask. "Yeah!" He looked around and a jock gave him a look that said,"Sorry, bro, you're on your own."
The first ten minutes of class were Vader and Ari staring at each other. I prayed to the lord that Ari would not say that Vader blinked.
"We will continue to the lesson as I had planned." Vader sat down at a desk. "Admiral!" He barked. "Pass out the math sheets." The admiral entered and passed out sheets for us to do.
Vader taught us advanced algebra, I didn't understand some parts but I did the sheet anyway- half because I eventually understood the material and half because I didn't want a force choke.
"Lord Vader?" One of the Barbies raised a hand. Oh god, this was going to end badly if it was about the not homework thing. "You said in he beginning of class that if we didn't finish the sheet in class it would be homework?"
"Precisely."
"Well... I have a party to do and even though it's close to the end of class, I don't want to-"
"EITHER FINISH THE SHEET OR DO IT FOR HOMEWORK! NO EXCEPTIONS!" The girl paled and wrapped her fingers around her throat as Vader locked her in a Force grip. She gagged, whimpering and gulping desperately for air.
"I... Will... Do the sheet... For homework..." She said. Vader began to release the choke and added,"Every problem should be done CORRECTLY to ensure that this will not happen again. Understood, Alex?"
"U-understood." Her choke was released completely and she collapsed onto the desk.
"I expect that should teach a lesson to the other students here." The bell rang and I sped out of the classroom as fast as I could.
"That was-"
"Terrifying," Natalie finished for me. "That Darth Vader is sadistic." A familiar Botoxed face pushed past Natalie and to me.
"Hey, could you help me on math?" I shuddered, almost crushing my binder to death. If Vader found out I helped- Well I'd be dead.
Besides, why should I help her? She was the one who criticized me and my friends for our style in clothing.
Anger will lead to the dark side, a voice reminded me in my head.
Uh, dude, why are you talking to me? I asked mentally. Is this some sort of joke?
Well, our next class was Huttese. Our teacher was not Vader, but what happened was a little unexpected...
To be continued in the next chapter.
A/N: I must apologize for the awful sucky-ness of the pilot chapter. It's stupid, but I want to continue. Like Naruto,"I will never go back because that is my nindo way!" Or was it ninja... Anyway, see you in the next chapter.
Next chapter: The Fangirl Menace