Hey guys , and welcome to chapter one of Brawl High: The beginning.

Leo: Yep and Its going to be a good one

Hush Leo, it has be good since it is the first one.

(Noise comes from closet)

Leo: What was that…?

Um…The Oc's

Leo:… You Pedo

I'm 17!

Leo: still…

Whatever on with the story…

Chapter 1: 6 People, 1 car

Noise… That is the only thing my mind registered as I turn over in my bed and looked at the clock on the dresser across the dark room. 7:00 Am. Great. Another morning to get up and go to school. I pushed the covers of my body, and let an ungrateful moan escape my mouth as my body protest to wake up and move. I walk across the wooden floor of the small apartment toward the bedroom door, turning of the alarm along the way, and quickly pulled it open. I heard the slight snores of the man who, sadly, was my father.

"Probably passed out again," I muttered and continued to walk down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. Turning on the light switch, I couldn't help to look at the dark tangled mess that was my hair. I quickly gave a sigh and started the shower and striped of the jersey shorts, and black t-shirt. Grabbing the shower curtain, I heard a slight knocking coming from the front door. Giving a grumble of slight uneducated words, I threw my close back on and headed out of the bathroom.

Stumbling out of the bathroom and toward the living room, I couldn't help but notice the snoring from my father's bed had stop, and knew he would be up soon. I grumbled about not getting my shower as I past our dust covered couch and coffee table, and kicking random pieces of trash including beer cans and cigarette cases. I Stopped as I passed the kitchen, and quickly went in and put on a pot of coffee. The knocking got worse as walked out of the kitchen, and I felt myself get tick off.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, and picked up pace to get to the front door. As I got to the door I flipped the light switch that lit up the living room. Quickly, I undid the bolt lock and standard lock of the door, and threw open the door. "What!"

Two men stood in the doorway as I wipe my eyes. Seemingly both look like twins, same looks, Pale skin tone, brown hair, and grey eyes. That, though, was where the resemblance ended. The first one had on a White business suit, white undershirt, with an electric blue tie. He wore the standard black slacks of any businessman, and black dress shoes. His hair was accordingly well brushed and flat. His brother on the other hand was dressed…differently. His hair had a greasy sheen to it, and stuck out at random spots. He did wear a white shirt, but the sleeves were ripped off revealing a skinny pale arm. His pants were pajamas, and his shoes were pink fluffy bunny slippers.

I would have been on the grown rolling if not for the certain air they held. They held the air of importance, and anyone could have felt it. It caused a shiver to run down my body, from my head to the tips of my toes. Smiles played over their lips from my reaction, more of a smirk from the second one actually.

The first one held out his hand toward me, "Hello, I am Mr. Hand, and this is my brother, Craid Hand." I took the hand of the freakishly tall man, and looked at the equally tall brother, Craid.

Craid shook his head, and even though looked like a thug with is looks, asked, "May we come in?"

I nodded my head, "Sure….and I'm Leo…" The two men walked into the apartment and walked around the room, as if examining it. The next moment I heard a bedroom door open, and a hangover Dad walk into the living room. He froze as he saw the two strange men, and gave out a ungrateful moan. Most people would have mistaken him as an older brother, with short black hair, and the same brown eyes as my own. Sadly, he is around the middle age mark.

His gravelly voice grabs the two men's attention, "What are you two doing in my house?" He wasn't the guy to get a bad tone with people, but at the moment he seems not to be in a good mood.

Mr. Hand was the first to speak, "Sir, we have come to make an offer to you and your son that is once in a lifetime." His smile, somehow, grew larger at the end of the sentence, and sent more chills down my spine.

"I'm not interested, so leave." Dad's voice had certain tone at what was going on, but I knew he wouldn't tell me.

"Sorry pops, but it isn't your decision, it's your son's." Craid's smirked at dad and look over to the couch. I couldn't help, but feel lose in the conversation between the adults. The three were actually treating me as if I was invisible.

"So," Mr. Hand stated as he turned toward me, "Would you like to hear the offer Leo?" I look at Mr. Hand, with his creepy smile, Craid, scratching the back of his head, and the dad, who had a certain look of anger in his eyes.

I moved a hand through my tangled mess of hair, and then decided to speak up, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to hear the offer." I said my tone unsure. My dad went to the bathroom, after muttering something under his breath. Mr. Hand seems to beam, as Craid just look around, unenthused.

"Wonderful," Mr. Hand stated, as if he knew what I would answer," I know you would enjoy the offer I'm about to make you."

"A school for kids with special talents, and you want me to go?" I asked, after hear the whole explanation. The four of us, my dad grumbling the whole time, moved to the kitchen to discuss the offer they just mention. Each have a cup of cheap off brand coffee, we talked of the school. I had, out of millions of other students apparently, was one of the few chosen to go to the school. I would have all the essentials of a private school, room and board, food, and a money income for some reason, Teachers, and need classes with books supplied. The staff has been specially train to handle any kind of outrageous situation possible, and also deal with student problems.

Mr. Hand nods, and takes a sip of his coffee, "Yes. We believe you would make a great addition to our students. I also believe you would quite enjoy the extracurricular activities we have there."

My dad snorts, "Like football, Baseball, and Basketball right?"

Craid chuckles, "Yes, but we also have martial arts, skateboarding, boxing, Hang cliding and many more other activities."

I raised a eyebrow ridge, "And how do you know…?"

Mr. Hand let out a bellow of laughter, which caught me and my dad of guard, "Because he is the activities director."

I see my Dad cross his arms and roll his eyes, "So a man who wears pink bunny slippers runs all of the activities at the school?"

Craid mutters 'there comfortable' as Mr. Hand continues on with offer, "So Leo, would you like to come to our school?"

I looked over at Dad, and saw him jabbing his head toward the leaving room. I gave curt 'excuse me' and got up, and heard dad do the same. As we enter the living room, Dad rubbed his eyes, still affected by his hangover. He leaned against the front door afterward and look at me. I knew he wanted me to say no, but he didn't say anything. For once, actually giving the choice in the matter of what I want to do. I run another hand through my tangled mess known as hair.

I worked up the courage to actually start talking, "Dad I want to go." Those five words are all it took for Dad's face to grow into an intense painful expression.

I hear dad mutters a few vulgar words, and looks straight at me, "I understand. You do know why this hard on me right."

I nodded my head, "Yeah. Mom said those same words that night didn't she."

My dad nodded his in return," She did. I wish I said no, but I can't stop anyone's choice in these kinds of matters." I felt sympathy form in my heart as I started to understand what was going on.

"Dad, I'm going to die." I said, The words felt weird in my mouth, as if I tasted something weird, but couldn't decided if I like it or not. My dad closed his eyes and let a deep settled sigh, one that comes from the heart.

He opens his eyes and looks at me, "I know, but the fear is still there, son." He shook his head, and forced a smile onto his face. "So, let's go sign those papers!" He expresses, with obvious fake enthusiasm. I let a smile come across my face and walked pack into the kitchen to sign the papers.

The next day

I couldn't help but fill a little chipper when I was standing outside of are little apartment complex in our small, but busy town. I looked down at the two rings Dad gave me this morning, telling me they were my mother's favorite rings. Simple silver rings, etched with a knight holding a spear, one white and one black. Dad said that he gave were those rings when they first got together, and even the day she died, she wore them. I had thanked dad for the rings, and for once in what feel like centuries, I hugged him. He rushed to the bathroom saying he had something in his eye, and said his good-byes. I felt myself laugh at the cliché thing my dad had to do.

Then out of nowhere I hear a screech of tires, and a small sliver car turns a corner, like if in some kind of street race. I knew this would be the car that would pick me up, by Mr. Hand's information, but I still felt unease at the speed it was going. I looked back at the few bags of clothes, cd's, and tooth paste and stuff for the year. Being only fall, I had a whole school year to go, and I couldn't wait to get started

I watch as whoever was driving the car, stopped, and pulled by the curb. I felt my hands get sweaty from excitement, or nervousness, and felt myself grab my bags. Out of the front passenger door stepped out Craid, and luckily, not wearing pink bunny slippers. He came over and help gather my other two bags of clothes and stuff, and started walking to the back of the car.

As I followed I saw a pair of eyes at the window, but they were gone before I even got a good look that they belong to. "Hey Craid, how many other students are in the car?"

Craid looks at me and smiles,"Five." Then he opens up the trunk, and throws my bags in the car. I blink a few times to register the words. Five other people are in the car write now. I look at the size of the car and felt my jaw drop

"HOW IN THE HELL IS SIX PEOPLE GOING TO FIT IN THE BACK OF THE CAR!" I felt my face flush as people gave me crazy looks that were passing by. Great.

"You'll see." Is all what Craid said and went to the back passenger door and open it. I tossed my bags in the trunk and slam down the trunk door, still flustered by the information Craid has given me. I take my time getting to the door and peer in.

I felt my mouth drop, " Hey is that a Fl-" Before I could finish, Craid shoved me into the opening and slam the door shut. I felt my face rub against the carpet, and felt it burn. I look back at the door and yelled a few vulgar words at the pale man. Then I just stop.

The reason? I had a audience of five watching me.

Leo: I thought the Oc's were in the closet

No, your just in the closet

Leo: (eye twitches)

Um…Sooooo review for the story…

Leo: (pulls out a knife)

Um…Before I die please?