Fire Drill

Shadow- "I was searching on Youtube recently... and I came across the subbed episodes for digimon savers... and let me just say, even though I've only watched a few episodes, that if someone submitted that story as a fanfic... I wouldn't waste my time with it."

Renamon- "That bad?"

Shadow- "Yeah. In the first episode, the main HUMAN character punches a champion digimon. It falls down. And gets hurt. At that point, I yelled at the computer "Don't turn the damn show into "Digi-ball Z"! If he can do that, why does he need Agumon?!?!" ...it's so damn derivative..."

Renamon- "...wow... um, Shadow does not own digimon."

Shadow- "And please leave a review..."

local high school, Mark's POV

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Mark rushed up the school steps three at a time. "Why am I always late for the first day?"

Panting, out of breath, he slid around a corner, nearly colliding with two girls, one with brown hair and the other with blonde, saying something about broken air conditioning.

The blonde girl turned to face him, and aimed a kick at him. Mark dodged, and slid to a stop at his locker.

He grabbed his books and slammed the door shut, pausing only at admire his reflection. His brown hair stood out at all angles, spiked with gel. He'd chosen a red shirt today, which managed to clash horribly with his jeans. Oh, one more thing: he wore a pair of blue goggles strapped around his neck.

He grinned at his reflection. Looking good...

The bell cut into his thoughts. "Damn it!" he yelled again, running for his classroom.

period one, Kai's POV

Kai looked up from his desk as some brown haired kid rushed into the room, sweating. The kid slid in to his desk, breathing hard.

Kai sighed. Why does he bother rushing if he's already late?

Nobody else seemed to share his opinion, and ignored the late arrival.

The teacher stood up at the front of the class. "Okay, everyone, who's ready to learn some Algebra?"

Kai laid his head on the desk as everyone groaned. Only ten billion hours till summer...

lunch, Mark's POV

Mark watched as the lunch people slapped something possibly edible onto his tray. He looked at it, pausing only to mutter "Yech..."

After paying for the 'food', Mark scanned the tables for Kurt. He wasn't hard to spot. No other guy in the lunchroom had his particular shade of blonde hair.

Mark sat down next to his friend. Kurt wore a white short-sleeved jacket over a green shirt, a necklace with a black scarab on it, a pair of blue jeans... and was already halfway through his food-like thing.

Mark blanched. "Jeez... how can you eat that stuff..."

Kurt swallowed his bite, and laughed. "Hey, we're at a new school... better get used to it."

Mark shrugged, and sniffed his food. Hmm... fishy. While looking for a way to avoid eating his lunch, he spotted a boy from his math class who had spent the period sleeping.

Mark looked him over. Short black hair, black jacket, grey shirt, blue jeans, listening to music... Mark snorted. "Fricking Emo..."

Kurt shook his head. "Hey, you gotta fit in somewhere..."

Mark looked over at his friend to retort, and caught him staring at a group of girls. Including the blonde girl who'd nearly decapitated him earlier. Mark grinned. "Hey, if you're after her, you're gonna get some bruises."

Kurt flushed. "A-after who?"

"The blonde girl."

Kurt shook his head. "Not her... I don't date girls with shirts I can't understand..."

Mark looked again. The girl wore black soccer shorts, and a grey jacket over a blue shirt that read "less than three" on the front.

Mark blinked. "What the hell...?"

Kurt shrugged. "No idea... but it's not her... it's the girl with brown and blue hair..."

Mark looked again. It was the other girl from earlier. She wore a necklace made of turquoise over a green shirt, and blue jeans. She looked at them. She saw them both staring.

Both Mark and Kurt turned away, blushing. "Crap, she saw us." Mark whispered.

Mark peeked at the group again. They were leaving. "Whew..." Mark said, remembering the near-miss with the blonde girl's foot earlier.

Kurt looked disappointed. "Aw... I wanted to talk to her..."

Mark looked back at his lunch. Still gross. Oh well... only young once... he thought, and took a bite.

He chewed once. Hmm... fishy.

fourth period, Mark's POV

Mark eased into his seat, close to the room's computers. The fish was not sitting well. He burped quietly, and looked around the room. At least Kurt's in this class... he thought.

As he looked over the rest of the kids, he saw the emo kid sitting near the back. He also saw the blonde girl and the brown and blue haired girl. She also saw him.

Damn it! He turned to the front of the class to ignore her, just as the teacher walked in.

As the teacher started the lesson, Mark could feel eyes focused on the back of his head. Don't turn around... it's her, nothing else... don't- Mark turned around.

The brown and blue haired girl was staring at him. She blushed, and flicked her eyes to the front of the room. Mark blinked. Wha- she likes me? What...? No, damn it! Like Kurt! Like Kurt!

The girl continued to ignore him. Mark heard his name called, and turned back to the front of the room.

The teacher was glaring at him. "What exactly were you looking at, Mr. Curtis?"

"...um..." Mark mumbled, wondering what to say.

Fortunately, he was saved by the bell. Literally. The fire alarm went off, blaring through the halls. The teacher sighed.

"Some idiot always pulls it on the first day..." she mumbled. She raised her voice so the entire class could hear. "Okay everyone, line up calmly by the door!"

As the teacher hurried to hold the door for the class, the emo kid laughed. "Yeah, make sure to die in an orderly fashion..."

Mark heard someone giggle at the joke. He turned. It was the blonde girl who'd tried to kill him earlier. Huh?

By this time, everyone else had already lined up, and started to leave. The emo kid waited near the back of the line, bored. The two girls stood near him. Apparently the blonde girl wanted to talk to him. I... will never understand girls... Mark thought. He spotted Kurt waiting for him near the door.

As he got up, his chair knocked the computer. The screen snapped on. Mark looked at it, and saw the message

WILL YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT YOUR DESTINY?

Y/N

Mark looked back at the door. The five of them were the only ones left in the room. Mark shrugged. What the heck...

He pressed Y.

The screen flashed brilliant white, blinding him. He felt something pulling at him... and felt his feet leave the ground...

The teacher at the door looked back in the room. No one there. Good. "Okay, everyone, heard out!" The students, minus Mark, Kurt, and the three others, left for the schoolyard.