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Chapter 1: The First Day of School
Rebecca finally arrived at her classroom. Her eyes immediately started to dart around the classroom, examining where everyone and everything was. The room was pretty basic, with several rows of desks lined up in rows of six by six. The teacher's desk sat in front of the class, along with a standard wooden podium. A normal wooden table with metal legs stood in back of the room. The entirety of the class stood in the back of the room, discussing their summers and committing many acts of horse play. Sitting at the teacher's desk was a very odd character. He had white, spiky hair and a mask half covering his face, including his left eye. He wore all baggy, black cloths including black sweats and a long sleeved shirt and his eyes were just as plain, dull black. His sandaled feet were on the desk, as he was reading some book with an orange color cover with text and images to far away to make out. On his left was another man, with deep onyx eyes and raven black hair. He wore a tan suit with brown khaki pants. Rebecca headed for the back of the class herself and her eyes glanced to her right, only to see Travis yelling at Mikhail, "YOU GIANT COMMIE SWINE, I WANT MY MONEY! I WON IT IN THAT POKER GAME FAIR AND SQUARE, YOU STALIN LOVING FUCK!"
Mikhail, looking very unimpressed, if not annoyed, said calm back in a dull tone with Russian accent, "You did not play fair, Jane. You cheat. I saw various cards underneath your hat."
"YOU CALLING ME A LIAR, YOU FAT ASS SONUVA-" Travis was interrupted, as the raven haired man shouted quite sternly, in a deep masculine voice, "HEY! Lower the volume and cut back on the language before I write you up."
Travis grumbled and cursed under his breath, while Mikhail chuckled softly. Rebecca chuckled softly too, however stopped as her face mouth went straight, as her eyes witnessed John and his two companions enter the room. John and Rebecca locked eyes, glaring intensely at each other. John approached Rebecca first, leaving Iraq and Vaas to hang back.
"Hey, cupcake. You sure do know how to give one helluva punch!" He said, wise guy grin still plastered on his pre-mature face. Rebecca rolled her eyes and replied flatly, "Well, a girl needs ta learn how to protect themselves from creeps like yous." Finally, John's smile faltered, his eyes drooping as he said, in a very dull manner, "You ane't any fun, huh?" Rebecca nodded in confirmation, hoping this strange male version of herself would leave her alone. Of course, he did not. He walked a short distance away and clearly gave her an observative eye, to which Rebecca only responded with a sigh.
'Being chased on the first day of school by a wise guy,' She thought, her dull drooped eyes staring back at John, 'I suppose it cannot get much worse.'
In a very high coincidental event, Shannon walked into the room. She had been unable to catch Vaas, nor land a hit on him and detested that wicked smile she received from said lunatic when she entered. She rolled her eyes, still panting from having chased him nearly all around the school. She stumbled toward Rebecca, resting against a bookshelf in the back of the class.
"Woh, you seem like yous just been through hell." Rebecca commented, Shannon's cold gaze piercing Rebecca as Shannon tried to catch her breath.
"Chased...that...fucker...all...around...the school…" She said in between pants, "...Tripped me up...knocked the wind out of me...fucker...I will...get that prick...one day…" Just as Rebecca was about to say more, the raven haired man announced sternly, "Everyone, to your seats! Class is about to begin."
As ordered, everyone took random seats, and of course, Rebecca just had to be sit in a spot where Michael would choose the seat to her left and Travis would choose a seat on her right. 'It just got worse.' She thought bitterly.
Michael spared a glance over to her, the box retainer lights on the ceiling making a glare that reflected off his glasses, making his gaze even more eerie. Rebecca recoiled slightly, leaning more over towards Travis. Sadly, Travis took notice and yelled, "CUM GULPING MAGGOT, WHAT IN UNCLE SAM'S GOOD GRACES DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" Travis harshly shoved Rebecca forward, almost forcing her to faceplant into Michael's desk as she fell off her seat, only being able to screech out a sound of distress: "Eeep!" Her hands caught her on the way down, as the raven haired man at the front of the room once again scolded, "What did I say, Mr. McKinley? That is the final straw, Travis, I am writing you up for detention after school today."
"GO AHEAD, YOU FUCKING MAGGOT, MR. ROY MUSTANG! I DO NOT NEED YOUR GODDAMN RULES, FOR THIS IS AMERICA!" Travis shouted, climbing on top of his desk in a dramatic fashion. Roy took a deep sigh, and in one swift motion, pointed his finger to the door.
"Out." He demanded quite simply, yet in an aggressive tone. Travis grumbled, but agreed, heading to the Discipline Office. Rebecca stood and sat back at her desk, as the man with the spiky white hair finally spoke in a soft, yet natural tone, "Hello, students. My name is Mr. Hatake. I will be your teacher for both home room and Health Education. This man beside me is Mr. Mustang, he will be assisting me in this class and be my extra eyes and ears. So, please, don't do anything stupid."
Rebecca noticed how blunt Mr. Hatake was, and figured his last name must be Asian. She didn't want to assume, for that would be slightly racist, but it seemed to fit. Mr. Hatake continued, "Now, since I have no class work and for the fact that the schedule has been delayed by an hour, you may all sit quietly and discuss among yourselves."
With those words, the hushed chattering began among the rows, and Mr. Mustang moved to the table in the back and took a seat in a chair. Rebecca glanced all around the room, and found many of the people labeled "outcast" near by. There were six isles with six desks in a row each. Using "navigation skills", she determined she was in the third row, and the third desk in said row. In the sixth row was John, who sat in the sixth seat, all the way in the back. Iraq sat in front of him while Vaas sat in the fifth row's sixth seat, right next to John. They were all chatting up, while occasionally glancing at Rebecca, obviously indicating that was who they were talking about.
The strange individual in the kubi mask sat in the third row (with her) in seat number one, all the way at the front. He seemed somewhat school boyish, having his hands knotted together while twiddling his thumbs. Despite forming a friendship of sorts with Shannon, Shannon was sitting with the Christopher, who sat in the first seat of the first row, while Shannon sat behind him. Shannon seemed to be highly amused by the conversation, as Chris was moving his hands in random gestures while she laughed heartily. Michael's location was right next her of course, his eyes seemed to have wandered off her and focused more at Mr. Hatake (Unbenounced to Rebecca, Michael was pondering why a man at such a young age had all white hair. It was fascinating, in a sense). Makhail sat in the sixth seat of the fourth row, seeming to be examining his gigantic hands. Dell sat in the fifth seat of the fourth row talking with a nearby student. Travis, as previously stated, was sent to the Discipline Office. However, there was a seat missing right next Travis was missing also. 'Who would have sit there?' Rebecca wondered.
OOO
Travis grumbled and gripe aloud to himself, as he stomped down stairs in his steel toed boots to the Discipline Office. The office was on the first floor, and he knew the Disciplinarian all too well. He stomped into a plain white room with white tiled floor and white painted walls and ceiling. There was a desk to his right, and twelve chairs in a line of four to his left. Behind L shaped, wooden desk to his right was a man with long, combed, slick black hair and a nice suit with a tie. He sort of looked like he was from the 80s, with that long hair that extended to his shoulders, but all Travis could mumble was "hippy" as he approached the desk. The man behind the desk had a very amused look on his face as he said, "Well, well, well, Mr McKinley. Already the first day of school and I get to see you, huh?"
"Hi to you too, Mr. Vega." Travis said with a sneer, "Is Mr. Winnfield still working here?"
Mr. Vega chuckled softly as he said, "He sure does. And he is just itching to see you." Travis rolled his eyes as Vincent continued, "It may be a while. Take a seat."
Travis eyes scanned around the room. Since it was the first day, the place was practically vacant. All except for the one occupant.
"...Cyclops." He mumbled, as he decided to take a seat next to the drunken wreck known as Tavish DeGroot. The Scotsman looked lazily over at the fanatic patriot, giving a low volume blech. Travis took a deep breath before whispering over to him, "Listen here, you Englishman with a dress, I will not allow your European ass to interfere with my chances of getting off SCOT free. So, you are going to shut your fucking mouth and sit here in silence so I am not forced to rip your throat out, understood?"
The Scot looked at him, confused, and then spoke in a slurr, "You can count on me-" He hiccuped, but continued, "-to keep your reputation good, soldier boi. But don't be expectin' for me to wipe your arse, too."
Travis snarled, resisting the urge to bumble Tavish to a pulp. Speaking of pulp, the phone rang and Mr. Vega picked it up. He at first listened, before replying with a, "Very good" and putting the phone back on the receiver.
"Your time, Travis. Good luck." Vega said, a cool smile on his face as Travis marched into the Disciplinarians room. The room was plain and simple like the waiting room, although the walls were black and the floor had gray carpenting instead of white tile. There was man in a comfortable wheeled chair that was placed behind a brown, wooden desk. He was of African descent, his skin tone matching that of Tavish's tone. Much like the man at the desk back in the waiting room, he seemed to originate from the 1980's as well, except Tavish knew that this particular individual was far from a hippy.
"Travis." The Disciplinarian said cooly, his presence being more eerie with the window behind them with tilted down shades.
"Jules Winnfield." Travis said, no distinct tone being implemented into his voice. The man, Jules, seemed slightly annoyed by Travis' lack of professionalism when addressing him. Jules gestured for him to sit in one of the two seats in front of his desk. Travis grudgingly accepted and sat.
"So," The Disciplinarian continued, the cool if not condescending tone still emanating from his voice, "What did you do this time?"
"I pushed a girl." Travis mumbled, arms folded over his chest.
"What?" Jules said, leaning forward while cupping a hand to his ear.
"I pushed a girl. And I liked it." Travis mumbled again.
Suddenly, Jules jumped from his seat, banging his hand on the table, shocking Travis. He could feel the shivers run up his spin from the sudden, loud and violent action.
"What?!" Jules shouted, "It's a fucking language called English! ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!"
"I SAID, I PUSHED A GIRL FROM HER CHAIR!" Travis said, also jumping up from his chair, glaring right into Jules' eyes.
"Now, that is a lot better." Jules said in a harsh tone, and then demanded, "You now have five seconds to sit down before I shove my foot so far up your ass that you will be crapping blood for a week."
Travis reluctantly sat back down again, while Jules was still standing. Jules asked in sternly, " Why did you push a girl? Where do you have to keep coming back down to my office?"
"She had been leaning toward my side and invading my American space. And because the teachers don't want to deal with me." Travis replied to all the questions, stiffening his back in the chair.
"Has your teacher already promptly given you detention, son?" Jules asked, his piercing gaze still on the soldier-like Travis. Travis nodded, his eyes still firm in an attempt to resist the disciplinary actions to which try and make Travis break.
Jules narrowed his eyes at him, glaring at Travis intensely. After several minutes of suspense, Jules finally cursed, "Get the fuck out of my office. And bring that drunk student with you."
Travis stood and marched out of the room, the same way he entered. Travis had respect for such a stern disciplinarian. Reminded him of how army training might turn out. The man behind the desk in the waiting room, Vincent Vega, looked at him surprised.
"Well, that was unusually short." Vincent commented, as Travis went to lift the Cyclops to his feet. Vincent seemed hesitant, and stood, calmly stating , "Mr. DeGroot isn't aloud to leave. He has been sent here to receive discipline."
Travis looked at him and spat back, "Mr. Winnfield told me to bring Tavish back with me. Ask him yourself."
Without another word, Travis and Tavish both left.
OOO
The Administrator laughed, having watched Travis and Jule's exchange. Jules never failed to amuse her. Suddenly, Mrs. Pauling walked in, who, was a bit unnerved by the Administrator's maniacal laugh.
The Administrator finally recognized her existence, spinning her wheeled chair around to face her.
"Yes, Ms. Pauling?" The Administrator asked coolly.
Ms. Pauling adjusted her dress, once again brushing the curls from her face, clearing her throat and finally saying in the best business type tone she could muster, "We received another complaint. Apparently, these parents had sent a complaint last year, but we had failed to notice. Thus, they sent another one to protest our Disciplinarian's "brutal lessons" and demand to see someone within the school board at once."
The Administrator simply chuckled, whispering quite calmly (if not errily), "Mrs. Pauling, have you not received the memo? We do not respond to any parental complaints. That duty had been turned over to Mr. Blaire."
Ms. Pauling felt slightly embarrassed, considering of hiding her face behind the clipboard she was currently holding. However, the Administrator just chuckled, once again stating simple, "Yes, Ms. Pauling. Mr. Blaire will be handling all complaints from here on out."
Ms. Pauling nodded slowly, shuffling towards the door before making a quick exit. The Administrator was slightly annoyed by Ms. Pauling's exit, considering how she did not ask permission to leave, however the Administrator had nothing else to discuss with her, so she let it pass.
The Administrator spun back around, making quick glances between the monitor in which Travis and Tavish were walking back to class, and Jules who was waiting in his office.
'It's all too easy, really.' The Administrator thought, 'When you live a such an immoral school of degenerates and psychopaths, it always helps to have a lot of funding and immortality behind you.'
She grinned, recounting all the "sponsors" of the school board, which made up some of the richest if not downright filthy companies on the planet. All particularly nasty and vicious in their own cold and demented way. All the investors had come together behind the school as a way of experimentation, collaboration and planning. On a combined payroll, the Administrator was making more than the original salaries that RED and BLU provided, combined. Which such titanic names such as Umbrella, or Blume or Murkoff, the school basically had political immunity, any singular problem being resolved by a virtually blank check. Blume would handle erasing Jule's records of being an employee, while Umbrella would hand the false report of the child's psychiatric evaluation claiming he had any number of disorders concerning the difference between reality and fantasy. It was perfect.
The school may have been retain a majority of residence that resemble one of an inter-city school, but strict Disciplrians like Jules kept many students in check by very volatile means.
The Administrator continued browsing through the cameras, relishing in how lucky she was to obtain this job, despite the slow moments.
OOO
Rebecca had sat in her seat, in absolute silence, for the majority of the time she was in her home room. She looked to the back of the room, behind Mr. Mustang, to see a clock on the wall.
'It's Ten-thirty eight.' Rebecca though, 'Since it's an in service day, class should be ending any minute now.'
A few more minutes ticked past, the incessant chatter of the her fellow students echoing through the classroom, progressively increasing in volume as a universal sign that the end of the class was near.
DING-DONG-DING-DING.
Rebecca heaved a big sigh, gathering her backpack and waiting patiently as the congested room started to push and shove towards the exit. She finally made it out into the hallway. However, a pure distinctive fact finally stood out to her: Practically no one had a backpack nor schudel. She grew confused, as suddenly, Shannon popped up behind her, shaking her shoulder violently to acquire her attention. Rebecca shook off Shannon's shoulder, asking in somewhat of a harsh manner, "What?"
"Wot class do you have next?" Shannon asked.
Rebecca once again consulted her sheet, and finally replied, "Somethin' called Drafting."
"OK!" Shannon said, grabbing her by the shoulders and showing her to the Drafting room on the exact same floor. Finally, when they arrived, Shannon said cheerfully, "Good luck, mate!"
"Wait!" Rebecca said, grabbing Shannon by the wrist. Shannon spun fully back around, crooking a brow.
"Why does nobody got uh backpack?" Rebecca asked.
At first, Shannon laughed, seemingly finding a funny notion that Rebecca would ask that question. She then replied, "Because, you don't need anything, mate. You just sit around in the classroom until the bell ring. Plus, you can just stuff the schedule in your pocket."
DING-DONG-DING-DING
Shannon looked up, and quickly said, "Thats the late bell. See ya." And then took off towards her class. Rebecca walked in, her eyes searching around the room. As she was piecing together, all the classrooms appeared to be the same, except with different colored walls. However, this room seemed a bit different. It had plain gray walls, yes, but it also had a carpeted floor and several computers on desks in the outlining perimeter of the room. However, that was only the left and back part of the room. The right side was a whole other expansion, another room if you will, with large, high standing wooden tables with tiled floors. The other room's walls were palestine brick while the room she was currently in walls were just painted dry walls of gray. However, since both class rooms were in the heart of the building, no windows were to be found. The room she currently inhabited had no lights on, except for a few dimly lit over head lights. Some light did come from the other side of the room, which was fully lit.
In the front of the room (considering the way she came through), stood a desk. The person who currently occupied the chair behind the desk appeared to be on a bit of the short side, considering height. However, he wore a black cloak of sorts with an upturned collar that circled fully around, making his mouth hardly visible. He had short, red hair with drooped, dull eyes. Next to him was a tall, skinny man in white attire, a trench coat with a nice, white, fedora. He also had a purple tie. Two strands of his black hair stuck out in his face, while the rest was tied into a ponytail. His amber eyes narrowed at Rebecca, as if threatening her. She took a seat, idly waiting as the class filled the room. When everyone finally filed in, the teacher with the short red hair said in a very dull tone, "Hello, everyone. My name is Sasori. It is neither my first name or my last name. You are not to address me as anything else. Also, if I may add, there will be no additional time to hand in assignments. The deadline is the deadline."
'Jeez, this guy must be da king of straightforward or somethin'.' Rebecca thought.
"Now," Sasori continued, "You are going to sit there till the bell rings. No talking. If you talk, then you will have to face the Disciplinarian."
The entire class stiffened at the mention of the Disciplinarian. Rebecca could physically see nearly all of the class flinch and stiffen at the mention of him. Rebecca had to tense slightly as well. After a few minutes, her body started to relax. But, suddenly, she felt an all too familiar urge. A natural one that is satisfied by every day life. She had to take a piss. She stood from her seat, walked up to the teacher in white (who had once again given her a death glare) and asked simply, "May I go to the bathroom?"
The man purred out in a smooth, if not errie voice, "But of course."
He took out a clipboard from the teacher's desk. The clipboard had a sheet of pink paper, with easy-to-rip passes all connected together. He tore on off, and proceeded to obtain a pen from his pocket. He wrote down his signature, destination and even time. He handed both the pen and the slip to Rebecca, who wrote her name.
"Uh, thanks, Mr…" She began, verbally gesturing for the man in white to introduce himself.
"Kimblee." He said blantly, a smile creeping across his face, "Mr. Kimblee."
She backed away slowly from the well dressed man, exiting the room and started to search the hallways for the nearest bathroom.
OOO
'Where could it be?' The tall man with the dark cloak and horned skull on his head asked himself, looking left to right down the hallways. He was currently looking for his lost book. He had to sell it in order to fund into his carnival idea back in the 1970's, but now wanted it back after all these years. He had traveled many miles to find this book!...and a crowded all the way from his ancient crypt in New Mexico. Suddenly, he heard the clanking of shoes against the tiles of the hallway.
'Oh no...' He thought, gripping his staff and recoiling in fear, 'they found me...'
As the foot steps drew closer, he quickly placed his staff against a wall and dug his hand through his stachel. He rumaged through it for any magical potion to help fight them off. He finally found one, gripping it tightly and pulling it out. Just then, the figure round the corner and in a panic, the powerful and ancient wizard threw his potion at the figure's feet. The bottle smashed, as the contents flew everywhere. The figure fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Yes!" The magical figure cried, "You have gotten Meramused! You foo- Wait, wait, what?"
Meramus was puzzled. The figure lining on the ground did not appear to be of Asian descent. Then, the realization finally struck him: the figure wasn't Japanesse.
He panicked again, not even sparing another glance at the unconscious girl. His mind raced, 'Oh no! This is not good! I still have two strikes! One more and I will go to jail! Where do I throw her, where do I throw her?!'
Suddenly, his thousand year old brain came up with a delicious idea. He picked up the girl, hovering her into the woman's bathroom and sat her on the toilet, locking the stall from the inside. He then teleported out of the stall, placed a magical barrier around the stall (that wouldn't break until she woke up) and teleported back into the hallway. He nodded to himself, being so clever. But suddenly came to another realization: He could have just used his teleportation powers to get here. He sighed, floating on to continue his search.
OOO
She groaned as she awoken, rubbing her eyes. She unlocked and exited the bathroom stall, feeling dizzy and a bit nauseous. Her body ached slightly from being in such an uncomfortable position, and her throat felt dry and scratchy. Her eyes say that many students were flooding the hallways, all rushing the stairwell.
"Oi!" Shannon yelled from above the stampede of teenagers. She made her way through the crowd, finally reaching Rebecca and looked at her, saying sternly, "Where the bloody hell have ya been? I was actually starting to get worried."
Shannon urged Rebecca onward towards the stairs, as they continued. Rebecca yawned while trying to state, "I don't know exactly, I musta fallen asleep in da girl's rest room."
Shannon rolled her shoulders, heaving a sigh, "Well don't do that again. You will get in serious trouble if you decide to ditch, mate."
Rebecca shrugged as both Shannon and her made it to their bus. Surprisingly, Rebecca wasn't all too bothered for the fact that she had missed school. It was an In-Service Day, so it wouldn't have lasted long. Besides, she can meet all those creeps later. She finally made it onto the bus. Despite her long nap, she still felt somewhat sleepy, resting her head back as she resolved to shut her eyes for a few minutes until the bus had dropped her off at her stop.
'Things can only get better from here...' She thought to herself, as her consciousness drifted off.
Reviewer: "AUTHOR! YOU CHEATED US! WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER TEACHERS AND CHARACTERS AND SHIT?! WHAT THE HELL?!"
Author: "Calm, calm! I was on a deadline to get the Halloween Chapter up. I had to cut this chapter a little short! I am sorry! But, on the plus side, at least I gave you Meramus!"
Reviewer: "OK, but if you don't give us those characters you promised, we will do to you what the Japanese Mafia was going to do to Meramus. Pain without end."
Author: *Gulps*
Yeah, sorry I had to cut this chapter short. But trust me: The Halloween Chapter will be far worth it! I am working on it now, as a matter of fact! Look at me, running myself rampant for you guys! Well, stick around for all those of you who decided to keep reading!
