Okay guys, I'm okay with taking OC's just I don't want more than one at a time, I already have someone who wants to put their aliens into my story. But they had to change them into humans. I won't take aliens, this is school not the Battle Zones. Also, what I meant by requests was something going on with the Battle Force 5 not, "hey, could you put my OC in your story?" because I'm like, "sure, let me just pull an idea out of my butt like I always do." I want something like, "have Vert tryout for baseball and blah blah blah." I'm not going into full details but I need stuff like that. Lay low with the OCs okay? I'd appreciate it.

Oh and please don't put the requests in the reviews, you wouldn't like it when you see you got another review and it's "love the story. Put my OC in it." I don't have anything agaisnt that, but I want reviews. Put the requests in PMs! I won't take any requests if they aren't messaged to me.

Sorry for that. But I need to have these rules. It helps straighten this out.

Now read on!


It has only been two hours and thirty-six minutes and Tezz has already been harassed by the ignorant jocks of the school. The leader, Jarred, has even challenged him to a fight! He didn't even do anything really! He just nicely told him that he was a incompetent buffoon. He didn't even think that the football player knew what that meant. Apparently he was smarter than Tezz has assumed.

"Hey you!" Tezz just kept walking. "Soviet Russian!" Tezz turned and glared at the group of laughing football players.

"What?" Tezz asked politely, "do you want me to become your personal bookworm?"

"Well, actually yeah, you seem pretty smart, Soviet." The jocks behind the leader just laughed.

"As much as appealing that is, I have to turn down your offer." Tezz smirked. "I will not waste my intelligence on your incompetence, buffoon."

The much larger teens looked at him. The dork had balls.

"Oh really?" The leader was now chest to chest to Tezz, showing how much more buff and taller he was compared to the Tezz. "You're gonna get your Russian ass kicked at break."

Just as he said that, the bell rang.

Saved by the bell.

Tezz groaned at his ignorance, he should have just walked away. But the guy just had to call him a Soviet. Man did he wish he had his gauntlet.

"Hey, um Tezz is it?" He was brought out of his thoughts when a German voice called his name

"Yes?" Oh, it was Anika Liona, his chemist partner.

"You know you're not wearing your safety goggles right?" Her voice was quiet. She handed him his goggles and returned to the chemicals in front of them.

"Now class," the chemist teacher, Mr. Burkhart, a man with graying hair and a dark blue button up dress shirt with khakis and black shoes. "Since this is our first day, we're starting small." He motioned a hand towards the objects on the table in front of him.

"Here we have baking soda, vinegar…and yeah," he paused. "More baking soda." He chuckled, looking at the extra bags of baking soda.

"Just make sure you don't use too much baking soda." Mr. Burkhart chimed. "You probably don't want to clean up a mess!"

The class got to work and Tezz sighed, how boring and simple could this be? Surely they weren't expecting him, a man of high intelligence, to do something as simple-minded as this!

"Hey, I don't like doing stuff so boring and simple too, but," Anika elbowed him, grabbing a glass beaker and placing it inside a plastic box, to keep the foam from spilling into the floor, and resumed. "You do want to keep a good grade, right? And make a good impression!"

"My intelligence will make an excellent impression!" Not paying attention to his work, Tezz grabbed the vinegar, pouring it in the beaker until it overflowed into the plastic box and then grabbing the baking soda and haphazardly poured all of it into the large glass beaker.

"Uh-oh." Anika pushed her black framed glasses back from the ridge of her nose and quickly fixed her bangs by putting them up with a hair clip.

Tezz turned his attention to the experiment. His eyes widened at the sight: the foam had erupted over the beaker and quickly spread into the box, hastily filling it.

"Mr. Burkhart!" Said teacher looked up from the students he was observing and nearly cried out. "We kinda…have a problem." Anika added shyly.

"Kinda!" He ran over, now holding paper towels. "I told you kids!"

The foam and bubbles had now spread to the table and then the floor.

"Well crap." Anika stated looking at Tezz and mumbling. "Look what you done now…"

Tezz face palmed. This day could not get any better!


Class after class, Tezz just couldn't calculate why everything was turning against him!

And now it was break, the 10 minutes between fourth block and fifth block to walk around and hang out.

Wait, it was break. That meant…

Through all the laughter and talking, he heard someone come up behind him. When he turned around he came in contact with a fist, sending him staggering backwards.

"What up, Soviet?" Jarred cracked his knuckles and before he knew it, teens were surrounding them.

'I've battled Red Sentients, Sark and was even captured by Vandals.' Tezz thought as he put up his fists. 'So I can deal with an egoistic, ignorant jock!'

"While I'm kicking your Russian ass, I'm going to insult you!" Jarred laughed, walking up to him, like the fight was going to be a walk in the park.

He laughed at the site, the loser was trying to defend himself. This would be so much fun.

"What? You gonna try to fight, toothpick?"

"Do you really think I would stand here and get beaten? I think not."

"Alright, lets go then!" Jarred swung his fist, but Tezz ducked out of the way and ran behind him, when he turned around, he wasn't expecting something to smash on the back of his head. "Umph!"

Once he fell, Tezz finally saw what, or who, happened: Anika, his chemist partner, was holding one of her AP text books above her head.

"What's going on here?" The teens scattered at the demanding voice. It was Mr. Swiney, the school principal. "Oh my goodness! You two, in my office now!"

Mr. Swiney helped up Jarred who only grumbled and rubbed his head. "That b-"

"Language, Mr. Hale." The principal said, getting a "sorry" in return from the jock, Jarred Hale.

Tezz and Anika walked side by side to the office.

"I guess we didn't make a good impression did we?" Anika smiled at him; she was just about his height and didn't really need to look up at him.

"I believe not." Tezz grumbled. "But thank you for saving me, though."

"It's all good." Anika grinned. "I've wanted to do that to that jerk since middle school."

"My guess he called you a Nazi?" She nodded at Tezz.

"Good guess, Mr. Excellent Impression."

"It was an amazing guess, Mrs. Must Pound Idiots With Books" He joked back, earning an elbow to the side. Both began to laugh as they opened the office door and walked in.

'Maybe today wasn't so terrible after all.'


I'm a Christian and I don't appriciate stereotypes. So I didn't mean any of this, and I hope no one is offended because I meant no harm. Like I said, I'm a Christian and I love every race.

I had all this stereotype stuff in here because of course teens today are terrible with that stuff and I know A LOT of people like that. Anyway, I had to put that in. I'm sorry if you're offended and I really don't want to deal with flames. There's a lot of issues going on with my family and I've been stacked high with homework. I'm not exactly used to staying up until 1am to finish work. My teachers before didn't give me this much homework. Now I'm in 8th grade and I have homework just about everyday. Since my whining is probably annoying I'm stopping right here.

Until I post again!