A/N: Well, hello! I have decided to revise my second story I ever posted. Of course, it is also on this account as opposed to the other one, which, btw, I am going to delete it sadly, but still save the stories that reside there onto my computer because I don't want to lose them. I also am planning on saving my reviews because they mean so much to me!
I freaking adore my reviewers.
So, I hope no one is sour by my deleting of the original "Out Of Place" story. The storyline is not going to change, I am just revising because my old writing is cringe-worthy. In fact, it is my old writing that has made me not want to update it, though, that may sound weird.
One thing that WILL change, however, is the American setting, because people chose to ignore my short A/Ns or the fact that this story is AU. So, rather than dealing with the people going "It takes place in France!" then I am just leaving it at taking place in France. It does not take away anything from the story so...
Anyway, enough babble babble!
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Out Of Place
Chapter 1: Welcome to Kadic
Kadic Academy was a school that held many students. It sat right in the middle of the Sceaux suburbian area of Paris, France. A flyer for the school was clasped in a blonde boy's left hand; he appeared to be between fifteen and sixteen years of age.
A happy group of students were beaming out at the world from the flat surface of the flyer; they held books in their arms and backpacks were slung over their shoulders.
The boy holding the flyer had been staring out the bus window since the moment he sat down. He had already had to take a couple of public transports just to get to this place he would soon call his home for the entire year, that is, if he stayed there for that long.
A man with thick, grey hair sticking out in every which direction sat across the isle from the blonde. He noticed the flyer and smiled.
"Ah, you are a Kadic student, eh?" he asked. "I am a teacher there! I teach a music class as well as coach theatre there!"
No response.
"What grade are you going into?" the man tried again, smile still on his face, as though painting a perfect depiction of what the flyer wanted one to believe about the Academy.
Yet, there was still no response.
It was then that he noticed the head phone cord that slinked down to the ipod that rested on the boy's leg. If the teacher had paid closer attention to the surrounding sounds, he also would have noticed the muffled music coming from beneath the hood that covered the boy's head.
The teacher's face fell in embarrassement and he quickly turned to look out of his own window. It was not until then that the student turned his head, having had the feeling that someone was watching him. He merely blinked at the grey-haired man before checking the time on his phone.
It was eight o'clock in the morning. Normally, classes began at that time, but considering this was the first day of school, classes were starting late and the class duration was shortened.
He debated on skipping. That idea was shut down, however, when he invisioned his parole officer's angry voice shouting and scolding him.
"ODD DELLA ROBBIA WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING SKIPPING YOUR CLASSES?"
No, he was not in the mood to be shouted at that day.
As the bus slowed to a halt, Odd removed the hood from his head and stood up, revealing blonde stand-up hair with a purple spot settled right in the middle. His black jacket had purple stitching along with a purple zipper. The black and red high-top DC Rebound shoes he was wearing had seen better days. The black and purple-checkered skinny jeans he wore were slightly baggy. The black studded belt was a larger size than needed and hung sideways off of his waist so it reached part way down his thigh. The large ring that pierced his bottom lip and the eyebrow barbell gleamed slightly in the sunlight that reached through the bus windows.
The grey-haired teacher allowed the student sporting the large, black head phones to walk down the isle first. Odd gave a nod and a small smile of thanks.
Odd moved past people's legs that jutted out into the isle and through the people that were standing. It was at this time that Odd was especially happy he chose the shipping option for his luggage.
As he stepped off the bus, he squinted in the sunlight before pulling out his aviator sunglasses and putting them on.
The bus doors squeaked closed before driving off down the road, leaving a light wind that breathed on his back.
Kadic Academy was laid out right in front of him. Students were all over the campus; some were hugging, happy to see their friends again, while others were sharing their class schedules.
"Um, excuse me," the grey-haired teacher from the bus said with a smile. "You didn't hear me before, but I'm a teacher here at Kadic and-"
Odd slipped his iPod into the back pockets of his jeans and began walking, leaving the teacher to make an overdramatic, upset cry over being ignored once again.
Considering that he still had his headphones buzzing in his ears, he was not even aware that the man had tried getting his attention. Odd's focus at that moment was on keeping to himself and finding his way to the main office, which was where he was supposed to grab his class schedule.
As he walked across the school grounds, he could not help but look around at this surroundings. It was a completely new atmosphere, and it interested him, even though he did not have interest in becoming friends with any of these people.
Odd locked eyes with a Japanese girl with short, black hair. She wore black, denim shorts and a black short-sleeved shirt. She gave him a small smile before turning back to the black-haired boy she was talking to.
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Ulrich Stern was walking across the campus with his brown backpack slung across his shoulder. It was not until he heard his name being called that he stopped in his tracks.
"Ulrich!" came the female voice.
A pink-haired girl wearing a yellow v-neck shirt and khaki shorts was running toward him, waving her arm happily and smiling. A white bookbag bounced against her back as she ran. She leaped at the brunette and hugged him.
Ulrich grimaced as she hugged him a bit too tight.
"Nice to see you too, Aelita," he said in a strained voice. "But I can't breathe!"
Aelita Hopper released him from her death-hug and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, though still smiling.
"Sorry, Ulrich. How was your Summer?"
"Eh, same old, same old," he replied. "Yours?"
"Oh, it was fantastic! My favorite part of my Summer was my beach trip!"
"Which one?" Ulrich laughed.
"Both of them! Now I'm just excited to start school again and reunite with everyone."
"Ditto."
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"Name?" the blonde secretary asked without looking away from her computer screen.
"Odd Della Robbia."
It was then that she did look at him, as though she expected him to be pulling her leg. When she decided he was not, she typed in the information and printed out a sheet of paper.
"Here is your schedule. Any questions?" she said as she handed the still-warm paper to him.
"Nope, ma'am," Odd replied as he pocketed the piece of paper.
"Alright, then your parole officer will be here any moment to direct you to your first class. Then you will be trusted to go to your others on your own."
Odd bit back a scoff at being treated like a child.
After exiting the office, Odd was about to put his headphones back on his ears when a voice sounded from behind him.
"Where is your first class," Mr. Tiny asked in a deep voice.
Oddt spun on his heel to see his parole officer.
He was a tall, African American man in his forties with a baritone voice. He was quite threatening with his bulging muscles that were evident even underneath the button-up white shirt he wore. The black trousers he always wore must have had to be found at a store for giants.
Odd looked up at the man before taking out his schedule and unfolding it.
"English. Room B22," Odd replied before folding it up and putting it back in his pocket.
"Did you ask for an extra copy so I could have one, like I asked you to do?" Mr. Tiny asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Nope," Odd answered simply before putting his aviators back on and walking past him.
Mr. Tiny sighed and pinched the skin on the bridge of his nose, trying to hold in the shouting he so desperately wanted to unleash.
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Room B22 was filled with students considering there was only five minutes until the bell rang, which would signal students that they needed to be in their respected classrooms. All of the seats except for one were already claimed by the teenagers putting down their belongings.
Jeremie Belpois, one of Kadic's head brainiacs sat with Aelita and Ulrich in the back of the classroom. Ulrich and Jeremie sat next to each other while Aelita sat at the desk behind them. Ulrich had claimed that he needed to sit next to Jeremie so he could ask for help if he needed it.
"It's too bad we couldn't see Yumi this morning," Ulrich said.
"You'll see her at lunch for sure," Jeremie said.
"So, is this the year then?" Aelita asked.
"Year? Year for what?" Ulrich asked, confused.
"The year that you finally learn stuff on your own rather than copying from me," Jeremie said, earning a glare from Ulrich.
"No, the year that you finally ask Yumi out," Aelita said.
Ulrich, who had been leaning back and tipping his stool almost fell over. There was a loud clang as the other two legs of the stool slammed their way back onto the tile floor, which brought some students to stop in their conversations and glance at them.
"Wh-what?" Ulrich stammered.
"Oh, come on!" Aelita said. "Just do it already!"
Ulrich was blushing furiously as he said, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
Aelita gave a sigh of frustration as Jeremie said, "You look like a tomato."
"Would you shut up?" Ulrich said.
"Alright class, quiet down!" the teacher said, shutting up all conversation, including Jeremie's laughter from Ulrich's outburst.
The teacher had short, orange-blonde hair and sported red lipstick. She set her purse down on her desk and beamed out at the students.
"I am Ms. Kensington, and I am delighted to be teaching for yet another year at Kadic," she said as she put her hands together.
Ulrich put his chin in his hand, not nearly as excited as the teacher was. Jeremie and Aelita, however, perked up and listened intently.
"Now, I know that this is the first day of school. I already see some familiar faces! This day is usually kept strictly for introductions, and so that's why we will focus on learning about each other. Then we will go over the syllabus and what we will cover in this course."
There was a knock on the door. Ms. Kensington walked over and opened the door. A deep voice could be heard over the students who were whispering as a way to continue the conversations they were having before the teacher walked in.
The whispers were cut off when Ms. Kensington walked back in along with a boy with two facial piercings and his jacket hood up on his head. He had what seemed to be a permanent scowl.
"You can sit in the back next to Ms. Aelita Hopper," Ms. Kensington said.
Odd did not respond, but instead began walking to the back of the classroom.
"Students are not allowed to have their hoods up or hats on during class," Ms. Kensington said. "Oh, and no headphones."
Odd stopped walking and removed his hood. He then removed the large black headphones that hung around his neck. He could feel eyes on him as he continued in the trek toward his seat.
Aelita let out a small squeak as Odd tossed his bag on the desk.
The teacher talked for a few more minutes, to which Odd did not listen to a single word. He had phased out until a paper was put in front of him on the desk; it had questions like "What is your name?" and "What are your hobbies?" They were the typical first day of school questions.
Everyone had began filling out the blank spaces, but Odd just continued staring at the sheet. He then turned to the pink-haired girl next to him.
"Um, excuse me..."
Aelita whipped her head around and said, "Wh-what?"
She expected to see the same bad-tempered face that had walked into the classroom, but it had softened to a regular facial expression.
"Do you have a pencil?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," Aelita replied as she unzipped the front pocket of her bookbag.
"Thanks," he said when she handed the pencil to him.
"No problem."
Aelita went back to her own paper for a moment before she began glimpsing at what the boy next to her was writing.
"Is that your real name?" she suddenly blurted out.
"Um, yeah. Why?" Odd asked, one eyebrow up.
"Just wondering. I've never heard of such a name," Aelita said.
"Yeah, no one really has," Odd shrugged. "So, what's your name again?"
"Aelita."
"Aelita..." Odd pondered over the name. "That's a nice name."
She smiled and replied, "Thanks. So, um...where did you move from?"
Jeremie had been snooping on the conversation from the moment Odd had asked for a pencil.
"Odd...what kind of name is that?" Jeremie asked Ulrich in a hushed and aggravated tone.
"I don't know," Ulrich answered rather monotone, still filling out his paper.
"And what business does he have talking to Aelita?"
"I don't know," Ulrich answered again.
"The nerve of him!"
"Yeah, he's got some crazy nerves," Ulrich said, giving Jeremie a weird look.
"I mean, just look at him!"
The two peeked quickly over their shoulders before whipping their heads back to their own papers.
"I want to punch him in the face," Jeremie said with the same annoyed tone.
"Yeah, I'd like to see that!" Ulrich laughed, not keeping his voice down, causing Jeremie to glare at him.
When the bell rang, signalling the end of class, the students began filing out of the room. Jeremie and Ulrich were waiting on Aelita outside of the classroom. Ulrich was simply texting while Jeremie had his arms crossed as he tapped his foot.
"What is taking her so long?" Jeremie asked.
"Dunno," Ulrich shrugged.
It was then that Aelita and Odd walked out of the classroom laughing about something unknown to the two waiting.
Jeremie coughed to get Aelita's attention.
"Oh, hi!" she greeted.
"Hi," Jeremie said seriously.
"I'd like you both to meet Odd Della Robbia," Aelita said, showing him to them with her hands as though he was an award-winning project. "This is Ulrich, and this is Jeremy."
"Hello," Ulrich smiled.
"Pleasure," Jeremie snapped. "Can we go now?"
Ulrich, Aelita, Odd, and Jeremie were walking to their next class. Jeremie was not happy at all that the new guy was coming along with them.
"So, Odd, what's your next class?" Ulrich asked.
"Science with Mrs. Hertz," Odd replied.
"That's my next class too!" Aelita said.
"Hey, mine too," Ulrich said as well.
"Same," Jeremie replied smugly.
Odd blinked and then smiled at Ulrich and Aelita.
Aelita then squeezed in between Odd and Ulrich, looping her arms in theirs.
"Shall we, then?" she said happily, partly dragging Ulrich and Odd with her as she walked faster.
Jeremie continued walking the same pace, all the while glaring at the new guy.
He did not like this Odd Della Robbia character at all.
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A/N: Did I mention there is some OOC? Because there is.
