A/N: New story! This is going to be a WWE highschool story, but I'm hoping for it to be a little more like highschool instead of WWE. And we all know what that means, DRAMA. Lol well I hope you all enjoy the first chapter, and please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of their superstars. I made up Jefferson High. The only character I own in this story is Maddie. Ariel belongs to Lis (xtremegirl619). Ken belongs to himself, although I own his character's personality xP.

Start Of Something New -Chapter One: New School-

This sucks. This really sucks. It's so stupid. Why did we have to leave anyway? I thought to myself as I continued my way up the walkway in the school yard. It's not like this place is any better than England. I mean, all my friends are there. And I didn't even have a choice in this. Hold on, let me start from the beginning.

Hi, my name is Ken. Well, Kennith Brian Butcher, but call me that and I'll kill you. No pun intended. I was born and raised in Newcastle England. I Lived there for the first seventeen years of my life. Then my dad told me we were moving to America. Well what I've heard about American's is that they are stuck up, snobby, and are extremely wasteful when it comes to the environment. I don't want to live with a bunch of chavs who are going to make my life miserable. The rest of my family seems to be excited about the whole thing, which overrules my opinion. Honestly, even if all my brothers and sisters hated the idea and wanted to stay there too, my dad would probably make us move anyway. Stupid parents. I can't wait until I'm old enough to be on my own. Then, I'm moving my ass straight back to England.

I pulled open the double doors of the school and stepped inside, looking around at all the people. Right away I saw the distinct crews. It was as if each one had it's own disease that you would catch would you happen to be within three feet of them. I smile to myself as I look on at the rediculous, yet amussing sight. I continue down the hallway, searching for the main office. Once I found it, I turned the handle on the door and stepped in, looking around at the office. I looked to my left and saw three chairs in a row, so I walked over to them and sat down, waiting. I listened to the distant voices out in the hallway, some people yelling, others running.

A few minutes later a tall man stepped out of a smaller office and eyed me up an down. I returned his gaze, looking at him with a questioning look. I stood up as he approached me, smiling. "Hi, I'm Mr. Phillips and I'm the priniciple here at Jefferson High. You must be Kennith." He stuck out his hand for me to shake and I looked down at it. "Ken," I replied, looking back up at him. His smile faded slightly as he turned around and began towards his office. "Come with me," he told me, stepping into his office. I followed, the grim look never leaving my face.

I walked in after him and he closed the door behind me. I sat down in the chair infront of his desk as he sat in his. He pulled out a file from a drawer in his desk and opened it up, searching through the papers. Is that my file? Great, I just got here and they know almost everything about me. He pulled out a sheet of paper from the folder and a small book from his drawer. He stuck the paper inside the book and handed it to me. I opened it and looked through it. The paper was my timetable and the book happened to be my contact book.

"That there is your class schedule. You are required to attend every class and are expected to be on time." I looked over my "schedule" at the many different boxes. I guess here they're called "blocks." "And that book there is your agenda. You are to right down your assignments and hand them in completed and on time." I flipped through the "agenda" a few times, looking at all the different sections. It was like a weekly calander with a few lines in each small box. "If you have an questions or are confused about anything, just ask me or another teacher here. We all are willing to help." I stood up from the chair and made my way over to the door. "Uh huh," I replied, not looking at him as I walked out of the office.

I stepped out into the hallway And looked down at my schedule. Day: A Block: 1- Earth Science 9A, C-14. I walked down the hallway as I continued to look over my schedule. I wasn't watching where I was going, which wasn't such a good idea. "Hey, watch where you're going, freak." I took my eyes away from the paper and looked up at a rather tall guy dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a throwback jersey with his hat on his head, turned to the side. I glared up at him as I clenched the strap to of my backpack. I had had about enough of this place already, and there was no way I was going to let this Vanilla Ice wannabe push me around. "Why don't you watch where you're going," I spat, shoving his shoulders back and throwing my backpack to the ground.

.:Maddie's POV:.

I was walking down the hallway with Ariel by my side, talking about what we had done over the summer. I was bummed that summer had ended so quickly, although I wasn't complaining. Call me crazy, but I actually enjoy school. I love seeing all my friends, meeting new people, the environment in general. I could do without the schoolwork, but besides that it's all good. We turned the corner and I looked on ahead of me. There, a little ways in front of me, stood my brother. And he wasn't by himself. There was a kid a little shorter than he was standing infront of him. He looked as though he was about to tear this kid's head off. I rolled my eyes and handed my books to Ari, walking over to the two guys.

I stepped in front of the kid and looked up at my brother, sheer annoyance in my eyes. "John just leave the kid alone." "You think I'm gunna let this emo freak push me around?!" "I don't care what he did, you're gunna get your ass suspended again. And on the first day too, how do you think mom and dad are gunna feel about that?" We stared at eachother for a few moments before he turned his gaze to the kid standing behind me. "You got lucky, punk." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest as John walked past us down the hallway.

I turned around and stepped back a little as the kid bent over and picked up his back pack from the floor. "Thanks. Hey, I'm Ken." A small smile crept across his lips as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I looked down at it then back up at him, not moving my arms. "Yeah, I haven't seen you around here. Are you new?" "Yeah, I just moved here from England." I nodded my head in understandment as he spoke, looking down at the ground. I returned my gaze to his as I uncrossed my arms.

"Okay well I'm just gonna be straight with you. I don't know what you did to John, but it takes quite a bit to piss him off to the point where he's yelling at me," I told him, pointing to myself. "You should just watch yourself. You can't go around acting all cocky and arrogant, people around here don't like that. Especially if it's comming from the new kid," I explained to him, calmly. "And try to stay away from John, he seems to be the one getting into all the fights around here," I finished, walking past him towards Ari as the warning bell rang loudly through the halls.

"Hey I didn't get your name." I stopped and crossed my arms over my chest, turning back around to face him. "I didn't give it," I replied, smiling. I turned back around and took my books from my friend, and we climbed up the stairway towards our first class.