Onto chapter 1 ^^

I can't wait to get this one going!

Chapter 1

Jack trudged as slowly as he could ever possibly go through the large glass doors. Gazing up through tired and strained eyes, Jack was amazed at how lit up the building seemed to be. "Oi! I never pictured prison like this?" Jack could almost say the scenery was beautiful. A large chandelier hung from the high ceiling while loads of other lanterns and candles lit up the room creating a breath-taking scene. Just then there came an answer behind him, causing him to slightly jump in alarm. "When did I say this was a prison?" Jack turned to see Norrington once again pacing up to stand next to his first mate who seemed slightly nervous. "It is quite beautiful if you acknowledge it." Jack gave a sarcastic smirk, which seemed to make Norrington's agitation grow. "If you two men will stop standing there like fools and get onto your classes then maybe I was gonna say that I've been feeling quite impressed with you lately."

Jack exchanged a quick yet stunned glanced at Gibbs before turning his attention back to the principal. "You've been what we call… Um… hmm… err…" Jack could tell Norrington wanted nothing more than to please the two confounded pirates but it seemed as if he had no choice. "Well let's just say rather good mannered students lately. Keep it up gents." And with that he quickly strutted off to join another pair of students who were chatting wildly. As he turned to follow Gibbs down the hall he couldn't help but hear the loud harsh yell of Norrington.

Glancing back he spotted the principal scowling as the 3 female students scurried away towards their next classes. What exactly did them lovely ladies do wrong?... He also realized that Jack hadn't been what you called a very 'good' student. He had always been dosing off, he had been yelled at by Mrs. Maccentire in Computer and had been given detention on the first day! And all them bloody girls did was talk! That's not very nice at all… Jack stared a moment longer before whisking away to join Gibbs up the stairs.

Once at the top, he suddenly lost sight of his first mate through the crowd. "Bugger." He muttered to himself as he pushed himself through a group of burly marines although they looked like pirates. Go figure…

Once at his locker he then felt irritated at the knob and handle once again. Slowly he began twirling it left, right and then left. Flinching back as he tried pulling it open… It opened. He then managed a smile. "Well done! Your first time opening a locker." His smile quickly vanished to see none other than the stupid jerkish William. "Hello brat." He flashed with a smirk although it didn't seem to offend him at all.

"By the way that was most definitely not my first time opening it. Because in fact I indeed opened it many times yesterday before… Savvy?" Will raised an eyebrow at his friends who stood quite puzzled behind him but he knew from the look on his face, all Will was doing was mocking him. He's just trying to mess with me… All he wants to do is aggravate me… WELL YA KNOW WHAT!?... Jack felt like screaming out the words but he held his tongue as he added. He's doing a pretty darn good job…

Whirling around he grabbed his language books and slammed his locker shut. Sulking across the hall he gave one last glance back at the group who were still standing around his locker. "Bloody William!" He murmured. "Bloody locker!" Stomping into Mrs. White's classroom he made his way to the back corner and slammed down his books on top of his desk. "Bloody school!" It was at that moment when he realized what he had done. Clamping his mouth instantly shut he wished he could take them words back quick as a flash… But he also knew he could never do that. Instead he waited as he heard the sweet little old teacher look up from her desk. "Jack!" Glancing up he sighed slightly at the sight of no one in the room at the moment.

I… Guess the bell hasn't rung?..

Mrs. White quickly snapped him out of his thoughts… Practically dragging him out in fact!

"Sugar, why on earth would you call school bloody?" Her voice was loud and somewhat harsh yet there was also some sort of motherly tone to it. "Uh…" Jack honestly didn't like to see her mad but how could he help it? He was furious at the moment! In fact he felt the need to even pick up a book and slam it into the window just to get rid of the tension. But instead he calmly gazed down at the carpet floor, feeling somewhat regretful. "Sorry luv." There was a long silence between them until Mrs. White repeated. "Luv?... LUV!?" And with that she started howling with laughter.

Jack on the other hand was quite befuddled. "What?" He watched as the old teacher hobbled over to her desk to grab a tissue. Dabbing her watery eyes she finally cleared her throat. "Honey where on earth did you hear that from?"

Jack then sort of felt offended. "But I didn't?... I usually always say it." "Y-You do?" There was another long moment before she spoke up. "Well I think that's very sweet of you sugar."

Jack slightly blushed from this comment, and turned his head away to change the subject. "So uh… How many more days of school?" The teacher gave him a stare like 'seriously?'

"Baby we're only on the 2nd day of school for corn sake!" Sighing, Jack knew she was right. Suddenly the bell rang before they could say another word to each other. Defeat claiming him, he slunk in his chair, dramatically bored the next second.

"Alright class! Welcome back to your 2nd day of school! Now today I'll have you all write a short poem, which tells me that you know the simple basic form of poetry. Now I don't wanna see anything like…" Mrs. White then sat in her chair and began swiftly imitating a student with a high soft voice, as she wrote down random words quite fast down on a sheet of paper and mocked. "Roses… Are… Red… Violets… Are… Blue…" She then looked up, giving a disgusted look to everyone in the class. "I mean really? I know that one already. In fact we all do!"

Jack flinched from these words slightly. I don't…?

But he had to admit that the teacher's words were like silver to him as she read them words aloud. It had a quick yet steady rhythm to it as she had imitated. Mrs. White then began to explain something that chilled Jack right to the bone. "What I want you to do… Is to make your own up!" The old frail teacher than began passing out plain sheets of paper. "Alright class, pick up your pencils and start writing!"

As soon as Maccus had planted the paper face down on his desk in front of him he could just make out the threatening whisper coming from the sharkish creature. "Good luck." And with that he spun around in his seat and fell silent. Jack stared after him wide-eyed like he had just been giving a life-or-death question! But to him… This felt slightly yet oddly worst.

I can't write a poem! I hardly know what a poem is!

Gulping with unease he slowly picked up his pencil… Then oddly dropped it. What is this?... SOME KIND OF BLOODY TRICK!?

He picked it up again but… Found that it wrote no words.

Oh please… Don't tell me this is happening too…? Hot from deep embarrassment Jack realized… He had never handled with a pencil before. Glancing around, he spotted the other students hard at work. Some looked up to think a moment but then quickly resumed.

Jack then thought of Maccus. Maybe he knows…

Trying to think of something to get a good look at how Maccus was writing, and being as clever as he were (or so he thought), he pretended to accidentally drop his pencil. He watched as it rolled a few feet before calmly getting out of his seat to retrieve it. As he knelt down to pick it up he let his eyes drift to Maccus and the other students and saw their tiny pink ends were stuck up in the air and swiveled rapidly in slowly moving circles.

Stumbling back to his chair, Jack felt dazed.

…How do I do that?

He then tried holding it as everyone else were and tried demonstrating a few lines on the paper with the sharp end.

Oh…

He slowly began making out small tiny letters that would fit the line in a sloppy jumble. Once he had thought of just enough words, and written just enough things… He sat back and sighed as if he had just won a pathetic ironic battle.