I feel like redoing most of my previous chapters for School Go Boom!; however, I won't be deleting the old ones because they represent my past. So from now on, I will be rewriting chapters one through twelve. Hopefully this will make it easier for me to keep writing. Remember I won't be deleting the old chapters. I'll keep them up, but for the sake of a better story, I'm rewriting them. Thanks.

Chapter 1: Demolition Club

In the town of Saint Brand that exists upon a hill, two schools provide an enormous amount of the population. The first school built on the low part of town on the slopping hill is an all-girls catholic academy called St. Anna's Female Academy for the Education and Advancement of Young Women. The second school built at the bottom of the hill is an all-boys catholic academy called Father Ruther's School for Young Men. They are brother and sister schools, and in this quiet town, they make the rules.

Takaiyu washes her face in the sink of the bathroom hoping that the cold water will wake her up. She'd rather not get sent to the office again for falling asleep in class. She swears that the principal has a vendetta against her. She grabs a paper towel from the dispenser and dries of her face making sure to wash behind her ears. After drying off her face, she places her hands on the counter as she leans forward to look at herself in the mirror. She checks to make sure her looks are in order. Her long light brown hair pulled back by ribbons is mercilessly plucked, pulled, and patted into submission while her bangs are coaxed into their proper place. She checks her brown eyes for spackle and finally makes sure that she doesn't have to dig for gold. Sighing heavily she looks deep into the mirror at herself.

"It's the beginning of the school year. You need to make a good impression. Not like last year when everyone was afraid to talk to you," Takaiyu says, "No more fooling around!! I'm going to be the best in the class!!!"

She starts to yell pumping her fist in the air as she exclaims, "I will be the best damn artist in the whole school, the entire state, the complete U. S. of A., and then the whole world!!!!"
After yelling her heart out she takes deep breaths to calm herself down. Then she sees about four girls staring at her. They are giggling and whispering with those gossiping looks on their faces as she stands there with her fist in the air. She did again, didn't she? Why must she go around shouting her personal manifestos about the school in a grand fashion? She quietly walks out of the bathroom hoping that the stares will go away, but knowing that they wouldn't. Everything that she does is a spectacle to these people. She hates it here. Walking down the hall to her dorm room hoping not to be spotted by any of the other girls, she slips into her room. It's her free period right now.

She flops on her bed face down hoping that the world would just slip away under her door and not come back. Looking up at the clock, she decides not to mope around her room. She walks over to her desk and grabs her sketch pad and shoulder bag filled with pencils, rulers, pens, and such other things. She place the sketch pad in the bag then throws it over her shoulder ready for the excursion to the outside.

Opening her room door just enough for her to look through, she looks left; she looks right. She opens the door and starts to run out of sight. She thinks she's home free, as light as a bird in the spring air flying high above all worries and troubles, as free as a fish swimming in the daunting and vast azure sea, until she runs into a wall of blubber.

"Ow…." She rubs her head, "What was that?"

"It was me, you urchin!!"

Takaiyu looks up and see the principal, Sister Agatha Shigeenbugamier, standing over her. Not again, please not again.

"Ms. Kinomiya!!! You've once again display contemptible conduct!! March straight to my office!!"

"But I…"

"MARCH!!"

This is why she hates this place so much. You do nothing, but get all the blame for something.

Kimmiko finishes her Trigonometry test early. It was way too easy. Things haven't changed since last year she came to this school. The teachers are the same. The crap ass food is the same. The girls are the same. The classes, even though they are different subjects than last year, feel the same. There's hardly any change at this school. She feels as if the world slows down to the pace of a snail here in this quiet little school hidden away in a valley one hundred or so miles outside of metropolitan area that she so desires to live in.

But alas, things are as things might be when your mother has enough money, you see, to send you off wherever she'll please because of what and how things might seem. Wishing to be somewhere else but knowing she's stuck her begrudgingly Kimmiko stands up and walks towards the front of the class to hand in her test as she pops her gum.

"Kimmiko!"

She jerks still as the shrill calling of her name.

Sister Aulander grabs her by the wrist, "Are you chewing gum?!"

Damnit, she forgot that she wasn't allowed to do so.

"You've broken about fifteen rules today, and I won't allow this sixteenth broken rule to just be overlooked. I'm writing you up and sending you to the office!!"

Kimmiko bits her tongue as the sister pulls her towards her desk in the back. She takes out the yellow infraction notification note pad and starts to write down all the supposed infractions that Kimmiko committed.

"Improper footwear….sweater not dress code….skirt modified out of dress code…. Oh, here give me your test," the sister holds out her hand as she continues to write.

Kimmiko hands her the test then the sister takes out a red pen and starts to grade it.

"Such a lecher as you should have grade befitting one," she mumble under her breath. Kimmiko's eyebrow shoots up. A lecher? Really? That's what she is? As Sister Aulander goes down the paper, her eyes grow wide. She looks at it again. Then once more. She takes out the key to the test and compares it to the paper, then takes a calculator and a sheet of scratch paper out. She calculates and checks until Kimmiko almost falls asleep on her feet.

"It's not possible!!! You scored perfect on my test!! NO ONE SCORES A PERFECT ON MY MATH TEST!!" Sister Aulander yells at Kimmiko, but Kimmiko just shrugs her shoulders.

Kimmiko grabs the infraction slip and walks toward the door silently. Then she notices her rival, Emily, laughing at her. What a bitch she is!! So Kimmiko flicks her off at the front of the class then starts to walk off again.

"YOU GET BACK HERE!!" Sister yells, "WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!"

Kimmiko turns around with her usual looks of contempt and nonchalance, "You sent me to the office, right?"

All the other girls in the room whisper and chatter like chickens, and Sister Aulander fumes as Kimmiko quietly leaves the class. She doesn't want any more trouble today, and she didn't want the troubles she has now. All she wants is just a nap.

Dynasty stares blankly at the board. It's math. It's horrible math. Equations, formulas, computations, and evaluations are all the things that make up this horrible, horrible subject called Algebra II.

"Soooooo…remembering that eeeekssss can represent ……any number ……. we must realize that eeeekssss…….. is nothing toooo be afraid oooof," mutters Father Lazarus, "Soooooo….. in the equation on the booooard, we have to sooooolve for eeeekssss."

He taps the board with his skinny, emaciated, seventy-year-old, fingers as many of the girls fall asleep to his droning low voice. Dynasty's on the verge of falling asleep herself, but she's trying to stay awake. She's already on thin ice with the Administration. Always telling her she can't use her skateboard on the campus or that she can't wear shorts instead of a skirt. It's completely unfair how they other girls get away with their short shirts with no shorts on under them. It's amaze how people can get away with some things when they have money.

Just because she's one of the special students who are on scholarships, she has to be watched like mice by hawks while those whose parents pay full tuition and more get to flounce around in basically their underwear or paint their faces with gross amounts of makeup. It's sad really. So sad.

"Sooooolving for eeeekssss ……is fairly simple. By moooooving …….all terms ooooover that aren't eeeekssss ……yooooou can find the value…… foooor it."

Hopefully everyone in this country isn't like this.

After scratching the chalk on the board Father says, "See that after we moooove……all the non-eeeekssss terms oooooover …..we can use simple arithmetic …..toooooo find ……the numerical value ooooof eeeeekssss."

"Someone, kill me now," Dynasty begs in a whisper as she stares at the board.

Then all of a sudden a cell phone rings.

"MY B****IS A CHOOSY LOVER, NEVER F*** WITHOUT A R*****!!! NEVER LIKE IT IN THE SHEETS, LIKES IT ON TOP OF THE COVERS!!"

"WHAT IS THAT?! IS THAT A MOBILE PHONE IN MY CLASSROOM!!?" of all the teachers, Father Lazarus hates cell phones and technology the most.

Some of the girls start coughing to try to cover up the obnoxious ringtone, but it keeps going.

"F****** UP THE GAME, B****, YOU GETS NO LOVE. SHE BE CROSSCOUNTRY GIVIN' ALL THAT SHE GOT!!"

"SHUT THAT WRETCHED THING OFF!!!" Father Lazarus shakes as his face grows scarlet while the song continues to ring throughout the class. Dynasty looks around the class hoping to find the person who was stupid enough to leave their phone on in class. She looks and then sees a frantic Hilary looks down at her bag that has a blue glowing light coming from it. As she's looking though, someone bangs on her desk knocking down her things.

"Hey, watch it!" she says as she turns around.

"DYNASTY!!" Father yells in her face, "IT WAS YOUR PHONE WASN'T IT!!"

Dynasty shakes her head, "I don't even own a cell phone!"

He pulls her by the arm to the front of the class, "Class!! Take note of an exemplarily horrible student!! Straight C's in all her classes last year!! Horrible conduct!! You all remember that this isn't what you want to be!!"

Then suddenly Dynasty takes her fist and rams it into the face of the skinny, boney, and decrepit man. He lands on the ground with a thud as Dynasty picks him up by his cloak.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, OLD MAN!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!!!" she yells in his face. She drops him down on the ground. Crawling into the corner, he hold his nose and shrieks, "You horrid child!! To the office with you!!"

"IT'S BETTER THAN BEING HERE!!"

Dynasty stomps back to her seat and grabs her bag. She looks over and sees Hilary looking at her.

"Stupid girl," Hilary says under her breath.

Dynasty should kick her ass right now, but instead she settles for kicking Hilary's desk. At the sudden impact for Dynasty's foot, Hilary falls onto the floor.

"AH!" she makes a noise as she lightly hits the floor.

"Oh my god!!"

"Are you okay?!"

All the other girls rush to help Hilary with her false injuries as they give Dynasty their hateful looks. Like she even gives a damn. They all deserve to go die for all she cares. They don't know a thing about how fake their world is.

Miyu looks out of the window with her World History book open on her desk. Nothing to do, nothing to do, but wait for class to end. Her headphones are hidden in her sweater sleeves as she listens to Miyavi. Nothing like Miyavi to calm the frayed nerves. It's barely through the morning; however, each day here seems longer than the last.

Looking out the window, she longs to go back to her dorm room and practice on her guitar. It's been almost 4 hours since she last touched it. Oh, how she misses it so!! She's already finished reading the chapter and has taken notes to study from later. She has nothing to do but wait. Wait for a staggering amount of time. Thirty minutes to be exact. That's how long she has to wait. The classes are so slow in this school, but it hard for all the lazy people around her to keep up. They don't read. They try to copy the notes of the hard working. It's almost too sad how the teacher never catching them cheating either. They hide cheat sheets under their skirts.

Then abruptly, Miyu has her headphones ripped from her ears.

"Miyu!!" The usually high pitched and shrill voice of Father Erdmann rings in her ears in place of her Miyavi, "I'd never expect you to break the rules so blatantly!"

"I was just done with my work, Father. I've even finished the notes," Miyu says bluntly with an absence of edge to her voice. There is no reason to become upset with Father. She is breaking the rules; she just happened to get caught. That's a chance that she took.

"I will have to send you to the office. Do you understand?" Father's high voice sounds.

"Go ahead and send me," Miyu says.

"Well!! I've never…" Father becomes flustered at her reply, "You have the audacity to get smart with me?!"

Miyu sighs. It's the usual misunderstanding, "I'm not getting smart. I'm just saying that you don't have to ask me if I understand. I understand what's going on and…."

"To the office!!" Father points towards the door.

He's yelling in his high pitched angry voice, but Miyu just tunes it out as she walks to the door. She scans over the class. It's funny. Most of them are listening to music, too.

Takaiyu walks into the office. The secretary looks at her then clicks her tongue in disapproval as Takaiyu walks past. Another critic. Isn't everybody one nowadays? She enters the threshold to the waiting area and is surprised to see three other girls there. One in baggy shorts with dirty blonde curly hair is sitting down in the chair leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees. She's glaring at the wall with her light teal eyes like she's trying to burn a hole through the wall. Another girl with golden brown skin and chocolate hair in a blue star oversized sweatshirt bobs her head with the music coming from her large headphone as she stands over the empty desk. Shuffling through the papers she seems to be reading them. The last girl with slightly pale skin and lightly curled black hair is standing up as she listens to music as well. She looks out of the window longingly as she mouths the lyrics to her music. Takaiyu looks them over as she takes a seat herself.

She sees maybe one or two these girls in the office at a time but never all at the same time. She's talked before. They all seem to be pretty nice, although, the girl with dirty blonde hair sometimes has anger issues. Otherwise, they have the same problem that she does: The Administration is chasing them down for their "transgressions".

"Excuse me," the door at the far right end of the room opens, and a portly woman in the regular nun habit with a whistle around her neck comes out. She opens the door wide before looking down at them with a disdainfully grimace before saying, "Ms. Hiwatari, Ms. Kinomiya, Ms. Kon, and Ms. Mizuhara, you can enter my office."

They all trudge in quietly. Takaiyu takes a seat farthest from the desk to avoid as much of the foul breathed fire produced by the dragon with a giant mole on her face as she can. The others follow her and sit down pensively and anxiously.

With a loud bang, Sister Shigeenbugamier drops four large folders on her desk. Flipping through the first one she says:

"Takaiyu Kinomiya

Age: 14

Grades: Mediocre, outstanding grades in Arts

Previous offenses: Always tardy to class, hardly ever has homework, has started many food fights, frequently absent from classes, tried to make unapproved changes to dorm room, known for defacing of statues like the following: Painting mustaches, thick eyebrows, glasses, extra eyes, and buck teeth, has an attitude."

Takaiyu grabs her skirt tightly in her fist as she looks down at her thighs trying not to have an emotional outburst. She's nothing like that. She didn't do those things!! No!! Never her! Hardly. Sometimes? Okay, maybe she did deface the statues, arrive late to class or not at all, refuse to do some homework assignments, and try to change her dorm, but she didn't start those fights. Hilary did. Sister takes another folder and opens it. She then says:

"Dynasty Kon

Age: 14

Grades: Mediocre

Previous Offences: The beating of teachers, students, janitors, groundskeepers, secretaries, cafeteria workers, assistant principal, and principal, constantly cursing, frequently absent from classes, has an attitude and little respect for others."

The girl with the teal eyes shots Sister an intensely heated look before casting her eyes towards the wall. What a temper on that one.

"Kimmiko Hoshino Mizuhara

Age: 14

Grades: Outstanding grades in Sciences, Math, and Arts

Previous offences: Blowing up school laboratory testing dangerous explosive materials, breaking twenty pole vault sticks, thirty javelins, and one hundred and seventy eight windows."

Takaiyu looks over at the girl with the star sweatshirt. She didn't know that she was also Japanese. That's weird. She looks nothing like a Japanese native.

"Miyu Aleksandra Hiwatari

Age: 14

Grades: Satisfactory

Previous Offences: Constant cursing, always speaks out of turn, always listens to music during class time, is known for being found in the music room without permission, and gets smart with administration. "

This girl looks directly at the principal with a frank face. She seems to simply not care about what the Sister thinks.

"I read your records out to show you how you look in our eyes. You girls have shown yourselves to be a handful for all of us her at the Academy. Many of us in the Administration have found you all to be bothers. We have tried to reason with you many times, but it appears that you refuse to heed our warnings," Sister leans forward resting her hands on the desk, "Many of the members of the Discipline Committee have moved to have you all removed from the school; however, many of the faculty that you have grown close to have….appeal against the decision. We have decided to move you all to a location in which you will be to yourselves."

Getting up from her desk, Sister moves towards a map of the school. She points to a box on the remote area of the campus, "This is a small house in that hasn't been occupied for many years. It has recently undergone renovations. You will all be moved here until further notice."

Really? All four of them are being sent off campus to a decrepit little hut in the middle of a forest essentially? That's unreal! Just because they aren't who the school wants them to be.

"Wait a minute," Dynasty starts, "You're going to take us all and move us to this little shack because we upset you?"

"In essence, yes," Sister replies, "Of course, you will be expected to make it to all classes on time…"

All of a sudden Dynasty gets up and bangs her hands on the desk, "What the hell?!"

"Hold your tongue!!! This is your last chance!! Especially you Ms. Kon!!" Sister yells, "Now I will not tolerate anymore of this foolishness. It's the second week of school, and already you have cause trouble! If any of you as an individual or as a group get into serious trouble one more time, I will revoke all of your privileges!! That includes your scholarships!!"

What! Takaiyu can't believe this! Just because they seem to be trouble makers, they're being sent away like things that the Administration doesn't want to look at, and what's even worse is that her scholarship is at stake. What the hell is wrong with these people?!

Takaiyu stands at the front of the abandoned house as the other arrive. It's a Victorian Era style house. Patios in the front of the house wrap around to the back as do the terraces of the second and third floor offering beautiful views while large windows let much of the sunlight in. A curving stone path leads to the house from the bottom to the top of the hill which it sits on, and the white picketed fence closes in the house and its sizable yard covered by many a variety of fauna. The house's three floors also include a small fenced roof patio with a small glass round room.

"It's not that bad, but…" Takaiyu sighs. She doesn't want to have to wake up an hour earlier just to get to breakfast at school.

"Hey!"

Takaiyu turns around and sees Miyu walking towards her with a backpack and a suitcase, "It's not too shabby is it?"

"You're right. It's actually nice…." Takaiyu trails off.

Miyu pats her on the back, "Don't worry about getting to school on time. We'll have to help each other out so I'm sure we'll all make it."

Did she just read Takaiyu's mind or what? Miyu seems so clear and ethereal like a clairvoyant. Really!! She does. Miyu looks down the hill then waves and yells, "Hey! Kimmiko, Dynasty!! Hurry up!!"

Takaiyu looks and sees Kimmiko with two backpacks on and two suitcases and Dynasty with three duffle bags and a backpack as they both slowly walk up the hill.

Soon they reach the top, and all four of them walk towards the house together. They open the front door and walk in. It certainly is larger than it seems on the outside. The empty main foyer opens with archways to two empty rooms then leads to a staircase that sits against a wall that opens to two wide archways that lead to the rest of the house. It's virtually empty. Excluding some boxes.

"So," Kimmiko looks around the house then at the other girls. She smirks dryly then mumbles, "How's life?"
"Suck ass," Dynasty mutters as she kicks the boxes left at the door.

The house isn't horrible it just that what horrible treatment this school gives. Takaiyu wonders why such a place would claim the name of God yet treat her and the others like this. It's not fair; it's just too unfair.

Miyu grabs her things and walks towards the living room, "I'm just wondering why they would be so dumb."

Everyone looks at her stupefied by her statement. What does she mean dumb? The school basically locked them away from the rest of the student body?

"Why would they give all this space to four teenage girls? Why would they give us a place so far away from the place we don't want to be?" Miyu then drops her stuff and turns around, "They just messed up royally!! All this to ourselves!! You guys…"

"You're right. No more dirty wenches to share a room with…," Kimmiko says as she uncrosses her arms.

Dynasty mutters, "No more dorm mothers…"

"No more cruelty…" Takaiyu covers her mouth to keep in an excited shriek. Miyu's right. The Administration just gave them all the perfect opportunity to do whatever they wanted to do. Anything…the skies are the limit in this house. No rules. No bedtimes. No watchdogs. No dirty noises at night. Nothing. Just Nothing. Just peace…PEACE!!

"HOLY FUCK!!" Dynasty exclaims,"FREEEEEEEDOOOOOOOMMM!!"

She grabs her skateboard and dashes from the front door through the foyer. Throwing her board on the ground, she jumps on. Suddenly, she kickflips her board up in the air. Landing on the railing of the stairs, she grinds down. She jumps off the rail, and once on the floor, she skids to a stop. A trail of black is left behind her.

"NO RULES!!!" she dashes up the stairs, planning to grind some more railings.

Takaiyu just stares as Dynasty runs rampant about the house. She's never seen a creature wilder then Dynasty. Then suddenly, Takaiyu's pulled by her arm.

"Let's get down!!" Kimmiko spins Takaiyu under her arm to the beat of the music on her portable stereo, "Let's cut loose!!!"

Kimmiko pulls her close in, her arms around Takaiyu's waist as she holds their arms out for the Tango.

"Sorry," Takaiyu feels incredibly uncomfortable as they move breast to breast forward, "but I don't really like other girls."

Kimmiko placer her hand on Takaiyu's waist, suddenly drops down, dips Takaiyu low, and moves her own face right before hers, "Don't worry your pretty little head, sweetheart. I'm so damn straight you could use me as a fucking ruler."

Bringing her back up, Kimmiko turns quickly, releases Takaiyu, and then begins to dance alone. Dazed, confused, and hoping to regain her equilibrium, Takaiyu sits down on the floor. It's not that she's not excited, she certainly is. She just isn't as energetic as those two.

Later, Kimmiko and Dynasty lay sprawled out on the floor groaning about their aching bodies as Takaiyu and Miyu sit on the floor next to them.

"Whooo…."Kimmiko yells as she rolls over on the floor, "I'm so damn tired…."
"I hear ya," Dynasty moans lifting her head and laying it on her folded arms.

Miyu laughs a little then says, "So what do we do now?"

"Why not just live it up?" Takaiyu mutters.

Dynasty snorts, "I'm kinda tired from living it up a few minutes ago."

Her voice echoes through the house as they relax on the floor. No one says a word. Takaiyu feels a bit better about her situation. She's in this big house where she doesn't have to share a room with anyone she doesn't like, not saying that she would mind sharing a room with one of these girls. She just doesn't have to. There looks like a good number of bathrooms are available which means no one can peak in on you unless you forget to lock the door. Beautiful scenery that can be draw is within easy reach of this place. This situation may be stressed, but the pros somehow outweigh the cons.

"BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!"

They all get up startled except for Kimmiko. What the hell was that?!

"Sorry!!" She gets up slowly then walks over to one of her suitcases. Opening it, she releases a rainbow of liquids with blue foaming smoke flowing from the side of the case.

"I forgot that I was doing an experiment before I packed," she grabs two bags from her backpack, one yellow and the other red, "Let me fix this."

"What were you experimenting with that explodes?" Dynasty gives her a curious look.

Kimmiko pours a pale yellow powder from the yellow bag on the liquid that spilled onto the floor and in her suitcase, "Which chemical combination will produce the greatest combustion reaction that can be controlled in a small tube…." She mutters as she pulls on some yellow gloves.

"That seems….." Takaiyu watches as she picks up the now mud like powder as it continues to release blue smoke, "really dangerous."
Miyu smiles, "It seems kinda fun."

Kimmiko smiles as she tosses her suitcase into the large red bag which Takaiyu just noticed has a biohazard symbol on it, "I just love the combustion reaction. You put a volatile substance together with oxygen and *BOOM*!!"

Her hands roll up into to fists then her fingers launch out flinging some of the powder onto the floor, "It's all like magic!!"

"I like explosion," Dynasty mutters, "Just not all the science-y stuff about how it happens."

"I think we all like explosions," Miyu says, "It seems that we all have something in common!"

Takaiyu sighs, "Yeah, besides the fact that the Administration hates our guts."

"True," Miyu mutters, "They really have no right though."

Dynasty crosses her arms as she walks towards the boxes and kicks them once more, "Damn straight!!

"We should make the school go boom…."

They all turn and look at Kimmiko as she ties the red bag. She grins then turns around to face them, "We make it go *BOOM*!! An exposé!!!"

Miyu places her hand on her chin as she thinks then snaps her fingers in excitement, "That's an awesome idea! Let's show everyone how horrible this place is!"

"Let who know?" Dynasty asks, "Who the hell would want to know?"

"My mother would be all over this like ketchup on fries!" Kimmiko pulls the bag towards the door, "She'd bring it to the news and everything!"

"So is it agreed?" Miyu asks.

Kimmiko gives a thumbs up, "Ready to go!!"

Dynasty pops up and raise her arms, "Let's do this!!"

Takaiyu smiles and laughs, "Alright. It wouldn't hurt."

Looking back on this day, I wonder why we didn't think it would be hard, but it was a great start to the Demolition Club.