This is just something I decided to write since I got bored. Tell me what you think?

Raccoon High
Chapter One

"Today we'll receive a high of 75 – a great way to start the school year, isn't that right, Jane?"

"You sure bet it is, Paul. I hope all of you-"

SMACK!

Chris Redfield let out a loud groan as he pulled his hand from the radio on his bedside table back under the covers. It was the first day back to school and Chris couldn't be any more pissed. Even though it was his last year, it was still high school. It was still one more year in hell.

"Christopher! It's 7:30!"

Chris slowly pulled the covers over his ears. Maybe if I don't say anything she'll leave me alone. But really, what were the chances of that happening? Mrs. Redfield was a force not to be reckoned with, especially when it came to school.

"CHRISTOPHER!" She hollered again.

"I'm just getting dressed, mom!" Chris shouted in reply, still curled up under the covers. He laid there for a good five seconds, debating whether or not to test his mother's patience. He decided that he didn't want to mess with something that could potentially make his day even worse and flung the sheets off of him. His eyes scanned the floor for something to wear as he made his way to his dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers.

How am I going to survive today?

High school: hell on earth. Almost nothing good comes from it. A more appropriate term would be an overrated institution that is supposed to educate kids from 14 – 18 years old. Key word is supposed. Instead, it focuses more on degrading and humiliating you. There are only two types of people in high school; those that hide their home life at school and those that hide their school life at home.

After spending a good two seconds briefly glancing in the mirror, Chris decided he was as good as ready. Of course he still had to freshen up in the bathroom but that would only take a minute, tops.

"Christopher you have five minutes!"

Racing to get ready within a time frame given by his mother, Chris knocked over multiple bathroom items. Toothpaste somehow squirted all over the sink, his razor fell on the floor and the soap landed in the toilet. Well this is convenient.

Deciding he'd clean it when he got home, Chris left the room and made sure to close the bathroom door behind him. If his mother saw that, he'd be crucified.

"Chris, can I drive?"

Chris glared at his younger sister, Claire, who was hanging by the stairway railing in nothing but a crop top and jeans.

"Has mom seen you?" Chris asked, countering her question with his own.

"Yes, she did." Claire replied. "So can I drive or what?"

Chris brushed passed her, making sure his keys were secure in his pocket and not already in the hands of his mischievous younger sister. "Bye mom!" He called out, making sure to pop his head in the kitchen door so his mother could see his face.

"See you kids!"

If Chris had hoped that ignoring Claire's question would get him a moment of peace, he was surely mistaken.

"Chris, are you going to let me drive?" She asked again, following him like some kind of dog.

"Why don't you just walk?" Chris asked, walking to the driver's seat and twisting the key into the handle. Unlike most teenagers in Raccoon City, Chris was not as privileged to have a nice car that unlocked with the press of the button.

"Are you going to be like this all week?" Claire whined, patiently waiting for Chris to unlock the passenger's side. He did.

"I'm going to be like this for the rest of my life." Chris lamely stated, unsuccessfully starting the car the first four times he turned the key. "I don't get how you're so excited to go back to school."

Claire adjusted the mirrors so she could fix her ponytail. "Well for one thing, I didn't try to convince mom to let me drop out of high school and go to some military school." Claire said. "Also, no offence or anything, but I don't cause half of the problems that I have."

The car finally started and Chris leaned back. "I don't start half of the problems I have…" Chris muttered as he pulled out of the driveway.

xxx

"God as my witness, it happened. I was in the room, for Christ's sakes!" Kevin Ryman exclaimed, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and placing it in his mouth.

"I don't believe that." Leon S. Kennedy shook his head. "Cindy has always had morals."

Kevin blankly stared at his best friend. "That's what you said about Alison." Kevin pointed out, leaning against the bumper of his car. "Now look at her."

The convenience of hanging out in student parking before the bell rang was that you were always able to spot whoever you were talking about at that exact moment. Alison happened to be flirting with David, although it seemed as if he was not having it.

"Yeah, but that was in eighth grade!" Leon defended himself. "Shit, here comes Principal Spencer!"

Kevin quickly pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and jammed it into his pocket. Principal Spencer was a stickler when it came to smoking on school property. Legend had it that he could smell the scent of a cigarette like a shark could smell blood. Kevin didn't need a five hundred dollar fine. In fact, he still hadn't finished paying off his car.

"Good morning, Principal Spencer!" Kevin called out, waving a hand. Spencer gave a disgusted look to the youth, but approached him anyways. "How was your summer vacation?"

"Good until I realized that I'd have to spend another year with this ungrateful generation." Spencer retorted. Leon straightened his posture, believing that it would somehow keep him safe from Spencer's judgy little eyes. "You up to something Ryman?"

"No, of course not sir." Kevin said. "In fact, I was just saying to Leon that I really appreciated that speech you gave last year and was wondering if you were going to make another this year?"

Spencer glared at Kevin. "You weren't even there, you cretin. You were off stealing the frogs from the science labs."

Leon snorted and Kevin smacked him. "No, that was Chris." Kevin lied, mostly because he wondered if Spencer would actually believe him. He probably wouldn't though, seeing as he never did.

"Sure thing, Ryman." Spencer snarled. "Just remember that I'm always watching."

Kevin couldn't help but let out a snicker as Spencer spun around, off to go find a freshman to scare. "What the hell were you doing when he was talking to us?" Kevin asked, waiting until Spencer was out of sight before he pulled his cigarette back out. You never lit a cigarette until you had your first interaction with Spencer. It was just safer that way.

"I was straightening my posture. You know, he never harasses you if you straighten your posture." Leon explained. Kevin rolled his eyes as Leon started snacking on a granola bar. "I'm serious. You should try it."

Leon was always full of little life secrets, things that he guaranteed would work even if it seemed like the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard. Kevin could remember one time in the fourth grade, Leon had told him that if he swallowed three times and ate a pinch of salt before he was about to cheat on a test than he would never get caught. Of course, Kevin never did it, but Leon would do it every time and he'd never get caught.

It was pure luck.

If Kevin had done something like that, well it'd be a fifty-fifty chance. But with Leon, it always seemed to work.

"It's our last year buddy." Kevin lamely stated, taking a drag and blowing it out through his nose. "Our last year and we haven't even done anything exciting."

Leon sniffed, staring out into the distance with his best friend. His eyes grazed across the familiar faces, students that he had grown up with, people that he had seen every year. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him that this was their last year. Who would he actually remain in contact with after this?

"We made it on the football team." Leon offered, although he had some kind of feeling that that wouldn't satisfy Kevin.

Kevin scoffed. "Leon, that's small time. I'm talking about actual excitement." Kevin took another drag of his cigarette, a collection of all the things him and Leon had done the previous year. They were all so miniscule. This was their last year and what was Kevin going to reflect on once they graduated? Yeah, we once released rats in the school.

"I thought the rats prank was good." Leon shrugged. Kevin sighed. "No one saw that coming…" Leon trailed off, hoping that that would give his opinion some sort of justification. Kevin merely shook his head and Leon continued to scan the parking lot. It was the same old crowd, nothing new and nothing interesting. He wondered who he was going to have to take to prom.

"The rat prank is overdone. I know three other schools that did it after us." Kevin complained, taking the last drag of his cigarette before stamping it out. Leon looked down at his shoes and then at Kevin's beat up converse. "We need something new."