Net City High School Chapter 1
"Psst! Roll! Can I borrow a pencil?" Megaman whispered to the pink navi sitting next to him.
Her emerald green eyes darted to make contact with his bright green ones for a brief moment. "In a minute, after Mr. Spears is done talking." Roll replied, still whispering.
"I can loan you one." said a voice from Megaman's left. The blue navi looked to see a turquoise arm with an outstretched white hand, holding a green mechanical pencil. His face was tan, with stormy gray eyes and red markings similar to scratches on the bottom of his face.
"Thanks Tomahawkman." The blue Navi said. The turquoise Navi nodded, his headdress tilting in sync.
"...Thus the sodium becomes a positive ion, and the chlorine becomes a negative ion, forming sodium chloride, or table salt." the aging teacher concluded. Ink drawings of the atoms and their respective ions are on the smudged dry erase board. For his age, he can draw pretty good. "Protoman, why is that so?" Mr. Spears asked, adjusting his glasses.
All heads in the classroom turned to face the red Navi sitting in the desk two rows behind Megaman, whom was at the front of the classroom. "Um, because it's a metal?" Protoman answered nonchalantly.
"No," Mr. Spears said calmly. "The sodium ion is positive because it gave away it's one valence electron to have a full shell only. The imbalance of protons and electrons makes sodium positive and chlorine negative." Mr. Spears replied. The electric hum of the bell rung throughout the classroom, signaling that the period was over. "Class, before you go," Mr. Spears interrupted. "I have your grades from last week's test. If you want to see your's, come to my desk."
A thick line of Net Navis were swarming the teacher's desk, so Megaman and Roll had to fight a stampede to get their grades. "What did you get on your test?" Megaman asked Roll. The blond Navi held her test marked with red pen up to Megaman, revealing an A+. "Expected." Megaman said. "Look what I got." The white paper held a B on its surface.
"Good job. Looks like you studied." Roll concluded. A shrill voice erupted in an annoyed tone from the back of the room.
"You got another F? Couldn't you get at least a D? You have a grade point average to keep as captain of the Net Battle Team!" A yellow-green Navi yelled.
"Who is she yelling at?" Megaman asked.
"Protoman, like always. Why did you even ask? She's a pain like that!" Roll complained.
"Would you get off my back? I have enough to do without you constantly grilling me!" Protoman retorted.
"You're impossible!" The girl shouted in frustration, throwing her arms up and storming out of the room. Protoman sighed, then walked out.
"Let's go." Megaman decided, saying it slowly. He left Tomahawkman's pencil on his desk and the pair sneaked out of the suddenly tense classroom.
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The gray lockers in the hallway stood out against the sunshine coming in from the windows parallel to them. Net Navis are milling around hurriedly, trying to get to their next class. Megaman and Roll are gathered at Megaman's locker. "Hey, do you want to do something tonight?" Roll inquired.
"Sorry, can't. I'm trying out for the Net Battle Team after school." Megaman replied. After he finished his statement, a few Navis behind the duo gasped. The popular crowd was a pack of normal Navis headed by Protoman and the light green girl from before, who a few students by the lockers labeled as Ring. She has chains of green rings coming from her head to her ankles, respectiveley.
"You're trying out? Don't waste your time, chump." Protoman strolled to Megaman's locker, the sun being reflected by the red Navi's black visor. "Listen, Net Battle Team is just too much for you. Run along and do something in your comfort zone, like math team, and leave the fighting to the big boys." His goons laughed behind him. "Goodbye."
After Protoman and his lackeys left, Ring walked up to Roll, smacking her lips to set in a new application of light pink lip gloss. "By the way, too much pink to be considered fashionable in the slightest, hon." She walked away, laughing loudly in her wake.
"I can't believe her! She can't just go and insult me like that! Megaman, aren't you just seething?!" Roll yelled.
"What makes him so sure I can't make the team?" Megaman seethed. He just realized he clenched his hands into fists. He thinks I'm just a piece of garbage not worth being in his sight. I'll prove him wrong.
"Excuse me, but where's Room 234?" An exasperated feminine voice said from a distance, interrupting Megaman's thoughts. A female Navi ran up, clad in almost all white. She approached to where Megaman and Roll were and skidded to a halt. "My name's Meddy. I'm new here." Meddy said in between breaths.
"Oh, sure," Megaman said. "I can lead you to it."
"Thank you very much." Meddy said gratefully. The duo walked off, when Roll interrupted. "Why don't I come with you guys? My next class is down there anyway." Roll said.
"Okay." Megaman answered. "Oh, right. Meddy, this is my friend, Roll."
"Nice to meet you Roll." Meddy said. The trio began walking, trying to weave around the thinning sea of Net Navis. Roll turned to see Meddy clutching Megaman's arm, which made Megaman uncomfortable, but he didn't want to tell her to stop. She was new here, Meddy probably was just scared and needed a kind of buoy to anchor herself in her new surroundings. That action created a dirty look on Roll's face.
"You'll want to go down this hallway to get to the B100s." Megaman explained, then pointed a finger to solidify his explanation. It was somewhat restricted by Meddy's arm, however. Roll wanted that girl to get out of Megaman's company as soon as possible, so she finished his escort.
"It's just the door down to the right, B104. Goodbye Meddy, have a good first day." Roll sped up the goodbye by giving Meddy a slight push towards the wooden classroom door. The purple haired Navi gave a slight wave goodbye and headed inside.
"Bye Megaman." Roll concluded.
"See ya later." Megaman walked in the direction opposite to Roll. After he left, Roll's face took on a sour expression.
"What makes HER so special?" Roll hissed to herself while walking into the classroom opposite to Meddy's.
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"No, you aren't. You can't!"
"Yes, I am. My calculations predict that I have a 32.7786% chance of getting in to the Net Battle Team. I'll finally be able to break into the heart of you, my precious Ring." Numberman explained to Tomahawkman. "And then you and me will be together forever in high school and be popular and get married and have children and..."
"Numberman!" Tomahawkman exclaimed, banging on his locker to snap the light green Navi out of his fantasy.
"What?" Numberman said, surprised.
"First of all, stop doing that. Second, I'm not sure about you trying out for Net Battle Team. It seems...not your type." The Indian Navi reasoned.
"Tomahawkman, you have to take chances. I'm trying out, whether you like it or not." Numberman shut his locker at the last statement.
"Okay then, I'll tell Mrs. Sinclair that you won't be there for math team today." Tomahawkman sighed. "Let's go to social studies, okay?"
"Of course." Numberman agreed.