Hey! This is my first story, so I hope you like it.

Enjoy this re uploaded chapter one! :)

Middle School. Everyone has their own story. This story is different than anyone else's. This is the story of 4 girls who came together to save the world. Or at least New York City.

Lucy Phillipsburg was my only friend when I started school last September. She was a genius who loves to invent, or at least try to invent. She's not the best at it. Her "babies" (aka: killing machines) usually ended up exploding.

We expected the worst.

We thought we would have no classes together.

We were right.

We thought our lockers would be on the other side of the school.

We were right.

We thought we wouldn't be able to sit together at lunch.

We were right.

We thought school would be boring.

We were wrong.

It all started with a pact Lucy and I made. We would each make one friend and bring them to my house at the end of the day. Marie and I met in what they called "Algebraic Concepts". It was more like Calculus, which sixth graders should not be learning.

"Hello Students." our teacher was five minutes late. And don't get me started on his outfit! He wore a ragged suit that looked like it was recently pulled out of the gutter and a pair of expensive looking reflective sunglasses.

"Why?!" a girl I didn't know cried. Did I just find someone to befriend?

"I am Dr. B"

"I thought only College professors and principals were doctors." an unknown girl pointed out to our apparently inane teacher. I agreed 100 percent! This girl is definitely friendship material.

"And who are you?" "Dr." B asked, walking up to her menacingly.

"Marie Lucille Ravell. What are you doing here? My schedule says I am supposed to have a 'M. Quinn.'" Paranoia. I would later find out it runs in her family.

"Your teacher is out on maternity leave and I will be filling in for the next few months," he replied And then his daily lecture and test began.

What the heck is a quadratic formula? I began to freak out internally. And what is that symbol over some of the numbers?!

I raised my hand so I could get a better understanding and was left with a response of "Questions will be answered after class."

"Rude," I muttered.

"Yo." I heard a whisper coming from Marie, who sat behind me.

"H-Hi" I used to be very stuttery. If you saw me at that embarrassing point in my life (which you kind of are right NOW), you would see a girl in all pink with a giant bow in her hair who cowered down to everybody and everything. It wasn't pretty.

"Scared much?"

"M-M-Maybe."

"Relax. I don't bite. Like I said to Dr. B is for Boring, I'm Marie."

"Elizabeth Dallas Huston. And no, I am not from Texas."

"Are you Texas?"

We laughed and started making SpongeBob references about as much as we could in the class. Mr. B was obviously Plankton.

"If you two don't stop talking, I will give you detention!" Mr. B yelled.

We did stop talking. So we passed notes instead.

By the end of class, two things happened. One, the teacher hated us with a passion. Two, we acted like we knew each other forever, because we talked (and wrote) about some of our lives. Marie was new to public schooling, so she didn't have any friends or trust anyone. Half of the answers she gave me were considered classified. I also learned what classified means. I took her to my house, where I met Jane.

So, What do you think? Sorry about the whole "she's talking the whole time" thing. I wanted to try something with you that only my teacher saw. (I got a B because of too much dialogue)

I hope you liked it! :)