Markus, Kara, and Connor are new students at Jericho High. Though they're all here for completely different reasons, they do all have one thing in common.
Markus immediately becomes one of the most popular kids in school, though he doesn't really care for popularity. He makes a few good friends, and might even have a potential girlfriend lined up. But for some reason he can't seem to get the boy with blonde hair who always seems to be by himself out of his head. What is it about this kid that has Markus thinking about him constantly? Why does everyone seem to hate this kid? What is he hiding?
MarkusxSimon (Sikus)
Possible ConnorxHank (Hannor)
Possible KaraxLuther (Karther)
The relationship statuses of Hannor and Karther are completely dependant on the votes of the readers/commenters
They are all humans in this story
This story takes place in present day 2018
Markus Manfred stood outside next to his car in the parking lot of Jericho High, simply taking in the sight of the worn down looking school in full view. The outside walls were covered in what looked like some kind of brown rust, coating off-white fake bricks. Maybe it was imbedded dirt, who knew? Above the front double doors in large white letters was the school name. People around his age were walking in said double doors. Markus took one last once-over of the building before he started walking.
He got a few glances in his direction, people who probably were trying to recall a name to put to this face they didn't remember. They wouldn't find one.
The inside of the building looked to be in slightly better shape. The lockers were a bright vibrant blue, the floors were white tiles with those little crystals in them, and they already had scuff marks and dirt footprints covering them, despite the school only just opening up for the first time in months a few hours ago. The walls that weren't cover in lockers were barren, just waiting for it to get farther into the school year for them to get covered in posters for student council meetings, and football tryouts, and school play auditions, and the weekly lunch menu.
Markus got out of the way for the people behind him by stepping to the side next to a wall of lockers that had nobody in front of them. He took out his class schedule, that he'd gotten in the mail weeks prior, out of his back pocket. After a quick check to make sure he was corresponding the right date and time, he concluded it was time for homeroom with Mr. Kirby, room 193. He looked at the signs next to the classrooms he passed by to confirm he was headed in the right direction.
Kara Williams was late. Very late. She had made the quickest breakfast possible; toast. She only had one sock on, and couldn't find her shoes or her backpack. She still had to take the toast out of the toaster, it might catch fire if she left it there for too long.
"Alice! Are you done getting dressed?" She yelled out to her little sister down the hall.
"Yeah Kara! Just putting my shoes on!" She heard Alice yell back.
God, she's more organized than me at this point.
Kara found her shoes by the door. Now all she had to do was put her other sock on, find her bag, and take the toast out of the toaster. And drop Alice off at school. And get to school herself. God, I'm late. They're going to hate me. You weren't supposed to attract attention to yourself, Kara! How could you let thi-
Alice came running down the hall into the living room. She plopped her backpack onto the couch, and looked up at a clearly disheveled and stressed out Kara.
"Need help with anything Kara?" Alice asked her older sister. Kara couldn't help but smile despite herself.
"No thank you, but there's toast in the toaster if you want some breakfast. Sorry it's not much, I'll do better with dinner tonight, promise. We just have to get you to school." Kara rushed out as she pulled her other sock on while hopping around. Shoes, next is shoes.
"Ok." Alice simply replied as she ran to the kitchen to get the toast. She grabbed both slices, planning on handing Kara her slice so it was one less thing she had to do. It was rare for her to see her big sister such a mess, but when those times came, she tried to do as much as she could to help. She knew today was a big day; it was both of their first days at new schools. Alice was very nervous, she never really had many friends. But Kara reassured her that now that they were in a new town, they could start a new life; a different one. Be whoever they wanted to be. And Alice wanted to make some friends her own age, just as she hoped Kara would. But they would always have each other.
As she walked back into the living room, Kara was swinging her recently found backpack over her shoulders. It was empty, as they didn't have enough money for school supplies. Kara tried her hardest to find semi usable stuff for Alice; a few pencils and pens, a notebook with only a few blank pages left in it, a highlighter that barely worked, and a pack of crayons that didn't have all the colors, but it was the best she could do and Alice was more than grateful. Kara insisted that she could ask her teachers, or fellow students for anything she needed on the first day, and that she'd figure something out for herself eventually.
Alice walked over to Kara and handed her her toast. Kara smiled gratefully and said thank you before pulling Alice gently by her wrist, saying that they needed to leave now.
Connor was sitting in the principal's office. Right in front of the principal to be exact. He wasn't in trouble, he was just getting some instructions. Mr. Kamski, read the nameplate that was positioned on the front of his desk. Mr. Kamski was telling Connor about his classes, his teachers, and the like. He was presented with a map of the school to help him figure it out.
"And that room here is the nurse's office, go there if your ever injured, or don't feel physically well. And next door to that is somewhere I'd like for you to visit at least once every couple of weeks, for yourself, and for your, um, parents sake. It's the guidance counsellor's office. A regular check in with him can come in quite handy. Actually, since you're here, why don't you stop by when you're done here? He'll write you a note for your homeroom teacher to give tomorrow. Just introduce yourself, he's aware of who you are, and your...situation." Mr. Kamski explained. "Alright, that should be all you need to know. You have your schedule, your map...I'd say we're all set here. Good luck on your first day, Connor." Mr. Kamski gave a friendly half smile. Connor nodded in appreciation.
"Thank you Mr. Kamski. I'll head to guidance right now." Connor said in return before standing up, and walking out. He heard the shuffling of papers right before he closed the door. He walked past the secretary's desk on his way out. He looked down at his map and remembered where Mr. Kamski had pointed and said the guidance office was. He took a left and walked down a few doors. He came to a stop in front of a sky blue painted wooden one. Connor, wanting to be polite, knocked.
On the door was another name plate, the same smooth black metal that Mr. Kamski's was made of. Only this one said a different name; Mr. Anderson.
"Come in." Connor heard a low muffled voice from the other side of the door. The voice didn't sound too happy, but when had that ever stopped Connor? He turned the knob, and took a few hesitant steps into the room. It was spacious. It had colorful beanbags, and several whiteboards covered in student's drawings, and a mini fridge in the corner. The walls were painted an even lighter blue than the door except for the one to the left when you walk in, which was a maroonish red color. There were multiple fuzzy rugs in vibrant colors such as lime green and royal purple. The entire room clashed with the rest of the school, which seemed to ooze plain, and basic, and boring. This room was colorful, and vibrant, and made him feel like he was walking into a kindergarten. He'd yet to decide if that was a good thing or not. Perhaps it could be a good escape.
Connor brought his attention to the man who had invited him in. He was sitting behind a oak wood desk that seemed very old fashioned. But it seemed to fit the room's aesthetic nicely.
"Hello Mr. Anderson, my name is Connor. I'm the new student sent by Principle Kamski." Connor introduced himself. "He told me to stop by and meet you before I go to first period." Connor closed the door behind him gently, and took a few more steps towards Mr. Anderson.
"Ah, right, Connor. Come on in, sit wherever. I don't really give a shit where." Connor was only slightly taken aback by Mr. Anderson's swearing. He wasn't the first guidance counselor that Connor encountered that did that, so he was fairly used to it, maybe even kind of expecting it. He took a seat in one of the normal chairs right across from Mr. Anderson's desk. Mr. Anderson was digging through a drawer, seemingly looking for something.
Mr. Anderson was a slightly older man, maybe in his late fourties, early fifties. His hair was a light faded grey, and on the longer side, reaching a little past his jaw. He had a mustache and beard to match, and fair skin. His body was fairly built, he looked quite healthy for a man his age, assuming that Connor was correct on his prediction of the man's age. Though he couldn't really tell, because both of them were sitting down, he could probably guess that Mr. Anderson was also fairly tall. Though he could be wrong on that.
Mr. Anderson seemed to find what he was looking for in his desk, so he straightened out in his chair, catching Connor's attention. He plopped a folder onto his desk and opened it.
"Alright...Connor. No legal last name. Ok then. Uh...yada yada yada. Alright, says here you're currently in the care of a Gavin, and Amanda Reed. Is that correct?" Mr. Anderson looked up from the papers to Connor. Connor nodded.
"Yes sir." He answered.
"Ok, I'll give them a call at some point. For now, you're just Connor. So, Connor," Mr. Anderson shut the folder haphazardly and leaned back in his chair. "You can do whatever you want, like I said, I don't give a shit, if you wanna sit here until you have to leave, if you wanna walk around, or...whatever. There's food and drinks in the fridge over there if you want, just...make yourself at home." Mr. Anderson concluded before turning back to his computer and started typing away.
Hello! And welcome to my newest story Jericho High! This is my first Detroit: Become Human FanFiction, but definitely not my first FanFiction altogether, so if you want to leave some constructive criticism, be my guest! Hate of any kind will not be tolerated towards me, or any reader or commenter.
There is a poll on my account on what you as a reader believe should happen regaurding Kara and Luther's relationship, and Connor and Hank's relationship. I would really appreciate it if you would go check it out and vote! Thank you!
Word Count: 1,761
Published: June 24th 2018