Welcome one and all, fellow fanfic writers and readers. I am back! (Insert evil laugh here!) Now, its time for SEARCHING FOR THE GUARDIANS!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Code…but my 15th birthday is in about…oh, um let's say eight days. Can I have it? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeee?
Claimer: I do own each and every one of the characters I created. Enjoy them. (Again insert evil laugh)
Now, read and review. First to review gets a chappie dedicated to them, maybe. Ha ha ha. Ok, fine I'll start.
Chapter 1: Sibling Rivalry
"Mom." the girl begged, tucking a lock of red hair behind her ear. "Please. You're stretching my top!" Her turquoise eyes shimmered as they darted, making sure no one was watching.
Mrs. Simon continued to tug at her daughter's green tank. Nervously, she asked, "Are you two sure you don't want to go to a school closer to home?"
Her daughter rolled her eyes, while her son shook his head. His red hair fell messily into his face. "Mom, stop worrying. We will be fine. Promise." He shifted his translucent blue eyes knowingly at his sister. She smiled evilly.
"Now Zoey," she said, and then turned toward her son." Michael. Your sibling rivalry better not get you two into trouble. Because last time—"
"Yes, last time." Zoey said, captivated by the memory. "Last time, we—or should I say, Michael—set the chem. lab on fire. I won, of course." She smiled at her brother, and then stated simply, "I always win."
"Yeah, yeah. We all know you won the chem. lab incident." Michael said forcefully. "But that was because—"
"You set the lab on fire?"
"No! It was because you cheated."
"Nevertheless," Mrs. Simon interrupted, "You two know better. Someone could have gotten hurt. And I really don't want to get a call from your principal. I told him about—"
Zoey sighed, "Look Mom. Kadic looks…" she paused, searching for her words, "safe. Safe. Now, can we please go and get our dorm assignments." Zoey looked back at her mother with pleading, innocent eyes.
"Ok" Mrs. Simon sighed. "Now, you two had better be on your best behavior. You father and I are only a call away. And it had better not be from your principal." She gave them "the look", and then gave them each a quick hug. "Zoey, watch out for your brother. And Michael, please don't set any labs on fire"— Zoey stifled a laugh, while Michael shook his head, then took a swing at him sister playfully—"and, both of you," she said finally, "be safe."
They both smiled innocently as Mrs. Simon climbed back into their family car.
When their mother disappeared around the corner, the two red heads turned and stared at the menacing building before them. With a swift motion, Zoey flung her duffle over her shoulder and pushed her brother through the entry gate.
Michael tripped over his feet and stumbled through the entry. Before him stood the outsized school, dorms on the left, classrooms on the right, and the cafeteria in the middle of the large yard. He dodged two sixth graders that ran toward him, and then surveyed the schoolyard. Kids and teens, ranging from small sixth graders, to the threatening seniors fixing to graduate, scattered the grounds. Near the café, a large man with grey hair stood holding a clipboard. "So, where are the dorm assignments?" he asked to no one in particular.
Zoey smiled. "Let's start this year off right." She said competitively. "How about a little race?"
"You are on." Michael accepted, his competitive side showing through. "So what are the rules?"
Zoey smiled, "First one to find their room wins. We start when we get our assignments." She reached into her baggy pants pocket, and pulled out a sapphire blue mobile. "Text when you find it."
Michael nodded and pulled out a neon green mobile. He glanced up; he cherished his sister's competitiveness. He knew that was where he got his. "OK, we'll start when we both—you hear that! Both!—say go. Got it?"
Zoey smiled, and then strode toward the man with the clipboard. She noticed a bandage on his face. He seemed to know what he was doing since he had already cornered three unruly junior guys. She smiled at him, and then boldly said, "Excuse me. Could you tell me where to get the dorm assignments?"
Her brother appeared by her side, gazing, nervously, at the man with the bandage.
The man stood up straight. "You have come to the right place. Name?" He questioned, glancing over his clipboard at the two red heads standing in front of him.
Zoey replied, innocently, "Zoey and Michael Simon."
His face clouded. "Oh, you are the two trouble makers with the sibling rivalry, right?" The juniors behind him snickered.
Zoey smile vanished, "Not quite." She then turned toward the boys with vengeance in her eyes, "And the last people to laugh at me, will let's just say they had to transfer schools." When they stopped abruptly, she smiled smugly, and then turned back toward the man. "Sorry, my mom over exaggerates a little. There is nothing wrong with a little friendly competition every once in awhile, right?" She could tell she hit the jackpot with this guy. His eyes shimmered when she said "competition." "So, room assignments?" She said, bringing him back to Earth.
"Yes, yes." He said realizing, again, why they were here. He scanned the board, flipping pages. "Simon…Simon…Simon…aha! Michael Simon is Room 36D. Zoey Simon is in Room 47A."
They smiled again, and turned away.
"But before you go, I'm Jim, the gym teacher and I watch over the students in the dorms. And there is a mandatory assembly in the gym at 6." Jim said, as they moved away from him.
Zoey waved over her shoulder, and then rounded the corner to face the dorms. "Ready…" She shifted the bag on her shoulder, and then leaned forward, ready to run.
"Set…" Michael tied a sweatshirt he was carrying around his waist, then he, too, shifted into position.
"Go!" a voice said from behind them.
Zoey jumped, startled. Michael muffled a laugh. "Whoa. I thought you were that Jim guy." Zoey said, trying to regain poise. She smiled softly, gazing at the astonishing stranger.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Matt, Matt Currier." He said, extending a hand toward Zoey. His tan went well with his deep green eyes and brunette hair. He must not be from around here, she thought.
"Hi, I'm Zoey Simon. And this is my brother, Michael." She smiled as she returned his greeting. He had a firm, but kind hand shake. He seems sweet, she smiled to herself. And he's kind of cute.
Michael stood impatiently, "Yeah, nice to meet you, Matt, but we're kind of busy. Zoey, if you don't go now, I'm going to start without you. Then, I'll win."
He hit a nerve. He never won. Zoey was the queen of competition. Her friends called her the goddess of war. That may be why she was never too good at team sports. It was probably since it involved other players, on her team. "It's on, runt." She threatened. Then turning from the boy, she apologized to the stranger. "Sorry, please excuse me. I have to teach a little boy what the meaning of 'I always win' is, since I haven't pounded it into his head yet." The corner of his mouth twitched, he too had a love for competition.
"Go." Zoey said abruptly, and Michael was off. She smiled at his back as he threw open the dorm building doors. "Ok, do you know where Room 47A is?"
Matt laughed, "But if I told you, that would be cheating, wouldn't it?"
"All's fair in love and war." She stated simply.
Matt smiled wider, "Ok, now what you want to do is…"
Michael threw open the doors to the building, and hurried into what looked like a large foyer. "36D, 36D…where is Room 36D?" He whispered to himself.
A voice behind him rang out, "What are you looking for?"
Michael turned and saw a girl with black hair, and strangely enough, with several blue streaks flowing along with the rest of her hair. In her arms was a small grey and black kitten. "So, what are you looking for?"
"Room 36D. Do you know where it is?" Michael felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Just a silly race, he knew but his sister seemed to win effortlessly. And he wanted so bad to beat her at it.
"That way," she pointed to her left, "and by the way, I'm Noel Mizell"
"I'm Michael Currier, and thanks." He smiled then followed the hall to the left. He smiled to himself. Noel looked mischievous…and a lot of fun. The blue streaks gave her a rebellious look. Just like her sister, she didn't try to do anything to show it, but this aura around her just screamed rebel and lots of fun. He paused when he saw the grey kitten bound past him.
"Tigger! Tigger, stop. If Jim catches you we're both in deep trouble!" Noel ran past him, not noticing the kitten turn into a room. "Hi again." She smiled, "Have you seen—"
"Tigger went that way, into this room." He pointed to a room, and noticed the number, Room 36D. "Hey look. Tigger found my room." He said, still a distance away.
Noel walked toward the room and glanced inside. She smiled. "Then why is there a girl in it?"
Michael blinked for a second and stood there. "Wait, what? There is a girl in my dorm? You mean I'm sharing with a girl?"
Noel's face clouded. "What? Girls don't have cutties, you know. We aren't an infectious disease."
Again, Michael just blinked. "That's not what I meant. I…I…" He stepped toward the door and stopped. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Noel, this is—"
"Zoey Simon. Michael's sister." She smiled at the girl with streaks in her hair. She was laughing hard while Tigger snuggled in her lap. "And this is Matt Currier." She pointed to a boy that stepped for behind the door. He smiled sweetly at Noel.
Noel smiled, "So you and your brother are sharing a room?"
"No!" They replied in unison.
"Gross!" Michael shuttered.
"Nasty! Don't say that. No that would be cruel and unusual punishment." Zoey then looked at her brother like he had some disease. "But…" she said smiling, "looks like I won. Again!"
A look of horror fell on Michael's face. "You didn't… but you still haven't found…"
"Yes, I did. I found the room and thought I'd surprise you. And it looks like it worked." Zoey smiled. "Hey," she said, abruptly changing the subject, "Let's go raid the café, then bug Jim. He looks like a sap."
They all noisily clabber down the hall, and then vanished out the door, into the schoolyard.
Yeah, the endings kind of lame, and I did write it during class (don't tell Mrs. Ezell!) Well, enjoy and please REVIEW!
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