Hi guys! This is FionfTheCat back with another story, only this time, iloveplayrehearsal13 has agreed to edit this. This is sort of another idea that I had a while back, and I'm finally putting it into action. The only thing is, you're probably seeing this 2 months after I'm writing it, because I decided to prewrite a couple chapters just so I could keep up. Also, I wrote this in a google doc so the font looks weird because I had to copy and paste it. I don't know if it looks weird for you guys too.

WARNING! Some mentions of sex, a couple curse words here and there.

Enjoy!


Chapter 1

My eyes fly open at dawn. I've always had this uncanny sense of knowing when the sun would come up, and I make it a habit to get up early to watch the sunrise. My twin sister, Lauren, is still sleeping in her bed, so I stand up quietly, brush my teeth, put on my school uniform, then step out onto the balcony of our dormitory.

A whirlwind of color greets me. Abstract patches of yellow, red, orange, and pink swirl around the sun, mixing in with some purple splotches here and there. I bask in the light the way a lizard might, feeling it soak me in energy. For me, it works better than any coffee ever could. I slide inside again, ready to start the day.

Feeling fully awake now, I skip over to my desk and stuff everything in my backpack, which is also in the colors of the sunset. Planner, check. Biology textbook, check. Assorted notebooks for different subjects, done. Homework folders, various textbooks, my trusty yellow pencil case, and, of course, my music folder. I would never go anywhere without it. That and my flute.

Behind me, Lauren stirs. "Elllllaaaaa! Why are you always up so early? I wanna sleep in for once!" I grin, and chuck a pillow at her. "Nobody asked you to get up with me. You could have slept for a bit more." She groans. "You know what? Since you're up this early, and dressed for school, you're packing my bag." I roll my eyes, because she uses this as an excuse every day. "Fine. But I might leave something here on purpose. 'Cause I'm not your slave."

Thirty minutes later, Lauren is finally out of bed and ready for breakfast, so we head down to the dining hall. Yes, our school has a dining hall. Trojan High School is a boarding school in the suburbs of New York, and we have the largest campus in the entire state. It includes an archery range, indoor pool, golf course, various athletic fields, 3 different buildings dedicated to athletics, a performing arts building, a science building, a mathematics building, and a bunch of other buildings dedicated to various subjects.

Once we arrive at the dining hall, Lauren and I grab some food and sit at our usual table. Our friends arrive a couple minutes later. Austin's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Herbert is chewing a stalk of celery, and Derek's reading a book, as usual. I guess it's probably time to introduce my friends.

Lauren's the theatre kid. She likes everything musical related, and also has an obsession with a Broadway actor and singer named Ben Platt. (Like seriously Lauren, nobody cares if he can sing and cry at the same time. NO ONE CARES.) She listens to his music all day long, and also randomly bursts out into song during class. She's also gotten detention multiple times because of it. The sad part is, she's actually really good at singing.

Derek is the nerd by far. All of us are freshmen, but he's taking 6 AP courses, and calculus, all while maintaining a 4.0 GPA and still having free time to not only study for all his classes, but make study guides and flashcards for the entire friend group too. Not only that, but he has the neatest handwriting you've ever seen. It's been voted on in the 8th grade yearbook survey, and it was a unanimous agreement.

Austin is super hyper and super short. But don't mistake him for slow, he's the fastest runner in our grade. He loves annoying the rest of us, and plays pranks on everybody- the teachers, the kids, the principal once. You can always find him in the detention room after school every single day without any breaks.

Herbert was a new kid this year. THS has really tight cliques, so they don't let anybody in that easily. Because of this, we saw Herbert as a misfit, just like the rest of us, so we invited him to sit with us. All the changed was that we got one more member of our club, it's just that the club wasn't called the Chinese Misfits anymore, just the Misfits now.

Who am I? I'm Ella Sun, twin of Lauren Sun, daughter of Yue Sun, a world-renowned musician. I never knew my father, much like everybody in the Misfit group. All of us didn't know one of our parents. We're all Chinese, except for Herbert, of course, and there aren't any cliques that really accept us. So we're a mash of personality: the drama queen, the nerd, the musician, the prankster, the new kid. All of us are different, but they say opposites attract. And it's true. We might have the same characteristics on the outside, like dark brown eyes, black hair, and that classic asian skin tone, but we're all unique on the inside. So although the Misfits make us sound negative, I think that it makes us the most genuine group at THS.

We munch our waffles as we make small talk, Herbert about the evils of eating meat, Derek about color-coding study guides, and Lauren about Ben Platt's new album, which all of us are tired of. I try to chat with Austin for a little bit about Minecraft, but I don't understand anything he says anyway so I just fill my mouth with food.

Once the breakfast block is over, we head off to our respective classes. Austin goes off to first period detention, Derek to AP Quantum Physics, Herbert to Veganism for Vegetarians, and me and Lauren to English. I didn't really like English that much, but I passed with pretty good grades. The same couldn't be said for Austin. Every year, he barely scraped by with a C-. I don't even know how he managed to not be held back every single year.

Our teacher, Mrs. Megaera, just shakes her head when I tell her that Austin's in detention again. "What did he do this time?" Lauren smirks and replies, "Put a thumbtack on Mr. Auden's chair. He went ballistic and sent Austin to Mr. Clark's office with a disciplinary referral." She marks him as in detention, and then we start the class.

3.5 hours and 2 more classes later, Lauren and I are stumbling out of gym, completely drenched in sweat. Coach Hedge made us do push-ups until we collapsed, then had all of us run 5 miles around the track. If it wasn't for the bright sun outside, giving me energy, I would have fainted a long time ago. We head straight for the showers, then change out of our stinky gym uniforms and into our normal school ones. "So…. Hedge looked pissed today." Lauren remarks as she sticks our clothes in the laundry bin. I roll my eyes. "You think? He hasn't worked us this hard since Austin stuck a whoopee cushion in his megaphone and it made farting noises every time he talked!"

The two of us walk outside the athletic center towards the performing arts building. We both sigh as the sunshine hits our face. " Ahhh...yes. The sweet sensation of light on your skin." Lauren sighs dreamily. I laugh. "That's an interesting way to put it." If anybody saw us now, they would only be able to tell us apart by the way we put up our hair and the things we're carrying. I always have my flute, but since Lauren is a vocalist, she doesn't need that stuff. The kids in our grade call us the "music twins," because there's also the "athletic twins," the "scrawny twins," and the "loser twins." When you see the rest of the names, they make ours sound like compliments.

"Well, this is my stop." I say as we arrive at the orchestra room. Sir Galway (he makes us call him Sir) is already on the podium, even though I'm 5 minutes early. "Oh good, Ella," he says. "I need you to fill in for Anna today. Is that alright by you? Her bass is in locker number 42." I nod and head over to the instrument lockers. "Sure, that's fine by me."

See, the thing is, I can play every instrument the school has, and more that the school doesn't. It doesn't matter if I've never seen it before, I just pick it up and the fingerings just come flooding into my brain. All I have to do is read the music and my fingers do all the work. Because of this, I'm the school's resident instrumental substitute. I play flute usually, but if somebody isn't here, I take their place. Since both the band and orchestra want me, I'm also allowed to go to Band instead of taking a foreign language course, because that was really the only thing that wasn't required on a high school transcript.

I unpack the giant string instrument and pluck the strings. E, A, D, G. I frown. The G is way too sharp. I adjust accordingly, and play it again. E, A. D, G. Now we're good. The rest of the orchestra starts to file in, and Sir Galway starts the class. I do just fine on the bass part, although I've never seen it before.

A.N. look up Sir James Galway! He's a flute player! So am I, in case you haven't guessed that by now!

Orchestra ends, and I head off to lunch. It goes by as usual, with Austin dumping salad on Herbert's head, and Derek throwing a textbook at Austin, Lauren singing Taylor Swift at the top of her lungs, et cetera. Once the bell rings, all of the Misfits have a free period together. Usually we rotate through the people to choose where we go. Today, it's my turn.

"So, whose turn is it to pick today?" Austin asks, rubbing his head. "Mine," I reply, "And we're all going to the archery range!" "ELLAAAA!" Lauren whines. "You say that every time! Can't we go to the theater for once?" Derek pokes her. "We go to the theater when it's your turn anyway. No need to make your sister do it too. Plus, everybody knows Austin needs space to run around."

It was true. Austin was already twitching like he was going to explode. We hurried down to the archery range, and both Austin and I took off like rockets, but him to race across the grass and me to the rack of bows and quivers.

Noah, a boy known for being a stalker in our grade, comes up behind me. I internally groan. He's been following me for the past week, and won't take a hint. "Hey Sunshine," he purrs into the back of my neck. "Wanna have fun in my room tonight?" I knee him in the crotch. "F**k off." While he's bent over in pain, I grab a bow and quiver and run to the target the farthest from him. I nock an arrow, draw the bowstring, and fire. Bulls-eye. I shoot again and again. I split the previous arrow right down the center, every single time.

By this time, Noah is up and walking again, though with a slight limp. He's inching towards my friend group, who are talking by the archery racks. I notice something weird. Noah has something protruding out of his butt like a scorpion tail. Was that a side effect of being kneed in the crotch? Just in case, I decide to nock an arrow. He gets closer, and closer, until his tail shoots something like a thorn out of it, straight at Lauren's head.

I let the arrow fly, and it intercepts the thorn in midair, knocking it out of the air. The arrow slams into the rack, a mere half-inch from Lauren's face. Needless to say, being the drama queen she was, she started screaming. Noah grinned evilly at Derek. "Let's see… one, two, three, FOUR half-bloods and a satyr! You'll make a very tasty dinner!" And he pounced.

Coach Hedge chose right then to make an appearance. "DIE, CUPCAKE!" He hollered as he bashed Noah's face in with his baseball bat. Derek rolled out of the way as Noah face-planted in the ground. Herbert was running around, saying "Oh-what-do-I-do-what-do-I-do!" over and over and over again, and Lauren was still screaming. As far as I could tell, she hadn't gasped for breath yet. I was impressed by her lung capacity. Austin picked up a bow and bashed Noah over the head with it, but the thing was already getting up again. Coach wouldn't keep him down forever.

"Ella!" Coach Hedge yells. "Your flute! Hit him with it!" My flute? My mother gave it to me for my birthday when I turned 12. She told me it was also made with a certain type of bronze, which gave it a unique tone and made sure it would never dent or break. Well, things were getting really weird anyway, so what's the harm in poking a scorpion guy in the crotch with a flute, right?

I quickly grab the three parts of my flute and slide them together, and wield the bronze stick like a sword. Coach rolled Noah, with his face a bloody mess, over onto his back, and I drove my 2.5 foot bronze stick into his crotch. Again. Noah's crotch was having a really bad day today.

Noah wailed in pain, then burst into yellow dust. Now THAT was weird. I knew it must hurt to be stabbed multiple times in your private area in one day, but was that really how men acted? I didn't think so. Coach Hedge stood up, and dusted himself off. "Well, Herbert, the monster's dead. Let's get these four to camp."

I ran over to Lauren. "You can stop screaming now." She didn't hear me, probably because she was still wailing at the top of her lungs. "LAUREN!" I yell. "STOP SCREAMING!" That snaps her out of it. She collapses in my arms, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. I turn to Coach Hedge and Herbert. "What do you mean by camp? It's November!" "Well, this is a year-round place. We'll explain once we get there." Herbert says.

Now they just expect the four of us to go to this year round "camp" that we know nothing of. Great. Just great. Hedge looks kinda intimidating though, so Derek, Austin, Lauren, and I decide that it can't hurt. Right?


Yay! Chapter one is finished!

Also, this is sort of like real life characters incorporated into a story. Thanks to Derek, Austin, and Lauren for letting me add them in. (Sorry for the excess amounts of detention Austin.)

Thanks for reading!