My name is Darren Strider.

My bro hasn't talked much about when he was 13, I have no idea what a sburb is, just that my friends hear rumors...

I was walking in my school's many halls one day when a peculiar young boy walked up to me.

"Hiya, my name's Julian Egbert, i'm wondering where miss... Laylonday, is?"

"Lalonde" I corrected.

"Oh, well do you know where room 413 is?" He asked

I looked at himm "I'm heading there right now, follow me, also, you're an egbert?"

"Yeppers, i haven't really got my dad's bad ey-"

The sound of julian hitting the divider in between the doors echoed through the hallway, I looked down at him, his black hair was sticking up in all directions, like a scared cartoon character.

"Um... Might i ask what happened?" A british sounding man asked.

It was Jake english, the oldest teacher in the highschool, well Junior Highschool.

"um, nothing, my friend was practicing his acting, that's all."

"the poor boy's nose is bleeding." Jake pointed out

"Hey teach, um, this is ketchup." Julian said in his most cool kid voice.

"i'll smack him for that." I silently promised myself.

I looked at julian, his eye was swelling, it almost had a frog neck look to it. I looked up at , he gave me an "oh-sure-that-is-so-true look

smacked me on the head, and walked away. "What's his deal anyway?" Julian asked. "Oh, he and my grandpa had a thing." i explained.

The bell rang.

We ran down to room 413

"hey i heard ms. lalonde is sick, who will fill in?"Asked a girl with long black hair and oval glasses.

Then I heard some footsteps.

The guy spoke behind me

"HELLO FUCKASSES." He seemed annoyed

I turned around to see...