Hello, Lovelies! Yes, I started ANOTHER fanfiction. I talked about this one in one of my other fanfictions, and said that this is something different for me, and I wanted some feedback. Overwhelmingly, people said I should upload it. And since it's November 11, 2011/11-11-11 where I live, I decided I should just because it's supposed to be the luckiest day of the century. Hopefully it'll be lucky for me!

Young Girl

Chapter One

Fang

Another day, another boring day at school. Wow, that sounded a lot like a thought from the typical junior high student. But alas, I'm no junior high student. I'm twenty-eight and the youngest teacher at North Valley High. Been teaching here for six years. Graduated college when I was twenty-two.

Unfortunately, though, I've yet to find any sort of 'fun' at school. Having to say the same thing twelve times a day to a bunch of bratty kids who don't give a damn about what you have to say is excruciating.

"Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a great and safe summer, and will enjoy at least this class this year. My name is Mr. King- it's written on the board in case you forget- and I'll be your English 12 teacher this year. Welcome to North Valley High." I said, attempting a smile as I walked into classroom 254, a.k.a the classroom I've taught in since I started teaching here.

This kids this year seemed alright, At least, that's what my first impression told me.

Well, all but a few students. One of which looked like she'd already fallen asleep.

Her feet were kicked up onto her desk, her thin arms crossed over her stomach, a blue baseball cap lay on top of her blonde hair clad head, covering the front of her face.

"Hey, Blondie, wake up! Take the hat off and feet off the desk." I ordered, waiting until she'd done so to start my lecture on what to expect this year.

"My name is Max." Blondie sneered, curling her feet back and stomping them back down onto the floor, tipping her hat up so I could more clearly see her face,

She had dark brown eyes and hair that looked like it couldn't decide what color it wanted to be. It was blonde with red, brown and black streaks in it.

I could already tell she was going to be a difficult one.

I turned my attention away from her and down toward my burgundy colored three-ring binder with attendance sheets in it.

"Let me just take attendance and then we can start with class. And also, if you have any preferred nicknames, tell me so I can make note of them in this book." I said, bending down to open my binder to the paper with the class list for period 6/7.

I opened it and saw that I had ten students in this class.

North Valley isn't a huge school, so ten students is pretty normal.

"Lissa Alvord?" I started.

"Here!" a red-headed girl squeaked from the back of the classroom.

"Sam Berch?"

"Here!" a blonde boy next to Lissa called.

"Tess DeLenord?"

"Here!" a girl behind Max yelled, unnecessarily loudly.

"Ronnie Ford?"

"Here!" a brunette boy called from the back of the class.

"Monique Higgins?"

"Here. But I prefer Nudge. It's because I talk a lot. Just a forewarning." a girl with dark skin and very curly hair assured me from the front left desk of the classroom.

"Angelica Jackson?"

"Here. And I prefer Angel."

I wrote 'Angel' above 'Angelica' and continued down the list.

"Zephyr Jackson?"

"Here. And I prefer Gazzy... Don't ask why."

I took his word for it and kept going.

"J.J Neilson?"

"Here." I barely heard a girl in the way back of the class mumble.

"Dane O'Neil?"

Silence.

"Okay, absent."

I marked that in my book and kept going.

"Maximum Ride?"

"Max." Blondie groaned, leaning her head back on her chair, balancing a pencil on her nose.

"Alright, that's all of you. Now, as I said before, I'm Mr. King. I feel that if I give my students a little background information on myself, it helps ease the whole 'first day' awkwardness. Plus, it gets both you and I out of a day of work," I laughed, sitting half-way on the corner of my desk. "Well, my first name's Nick, but I haven't gone by that in years. Like Gazzy over there, I prefer a name other than my own, which is Fang. And if it were up to me, I'd let you call me that, but it's not, so I can't. I'm twenty-eight years old, been teaching for six years and I love it. I am the only teacher in this school that isn't married or in some kind of relationship, and I'm also the youngest teacher here. When I'm not in school or grading papers, I'm usually writing or out riding my motorcycle. However, that's not often because there's so much work to grade. But one thing I don't have to grade is homework, because I don't give it. I hate to grade it and you all hate to do it, so I don't give it. You're welcome." I smiled, glancing out at the class in front of me.

I noticed, behind her baseball cap, Max had a small- but still noticeable- smile playing on her lips.

So maybe she won't be so difficult after all. Maybe.