So, I know it's been about a month since I've updated, so sorry. Here it is, Chapter One: Jamie.

I'm running. I hear I voice behind me laughing, evilly, cruelly. I'm not sure why, but instinct tells me I need to keep running. My lungs ache, and my feet and screaming. Well this would be a dumb way to die, I thought. Running.
A boy, around sixteen or seventeen I would guess, tan and muscular, with black hair and unnaturally green eyes runs with me, grabbing my arm and urging me to go. In fRont of me, a twentish guy with black hair brandishes-a stick?-he turns towards me, his green eyes, much like the other boy's, looking wildly out from glasses. With him are a man and a woman, his age, holding the strange sticks. The man's bright red hair sticks out from every angle as he yells strange words-Latin? The woman's frizzy hair flies everywhere as she silently commands her stick to send out a bright light, showing us the way. Apparently, we're in a dark tunnel.

Overhead, I see two figures-people?-flying as they punch and kick large flying shapes away. On the other side of the muscular boy, a pretty blonde, grey-eyes girl shouts commands to the group, fending off strange creatures with a bronze dagger. Slightly behind her, a boy, slightly elfish, hispanic-looking, who is shooting fireballs, and a dark-skinned, gold-eyed girl, who slices monsters with a sword, sit on a Chinese dragon that is spewing poison at my presumed enemies. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy floats above them and seems to be controlling the wind to slow down the monsters and help us go faster. I look to my side that isn't occupied by Green and Gray. On that side, a boy that basically glows gold, who's covered in tattoos, battles and runs with a white-haired person, who I can only faintly make out in the dark.

I do the stupid thing last. I look behind me to see yet another black haired boy shoot arrows at enemies that seem to be in slow motion. Next to him is a ginger girl who is continuously drawing on the ground. A really, like incredibly beautiful girl who is maybe part Indian (?) speaks to our enemies, telling them to stop running and put their weapons down. Listening to her, I feel an urge to stop, and my feet slow. Her eyes, kaleidoscopic, glance at me, and she screams as a knife strikes me. The world goes black and the last thing I hear is a girl's voice, "Jamie, wake up."

I jolted awake and hit the wall in my haste. I saw my little sister waving at me, clearly the one to wake me up.
"Gosh, Janie,"I said, smiling at her,"You really did get me this time." She grinned proudly. Scaring me was something she definitely took pride in. With her frizzy brown curls and her wide blue eyes, she looked like the epitome of innocent, but apparently, scaring people was a joy of five-year -olds.
"I know, right?" She enthused, as I grin. Her face turns serious. "Mommy wants you downstairs right now. You have..." She contorted her face in a way that showed me she was confused.
"School?" I filled in, groaning. Janie nodded and proceeded to go downstairs.
I glanced at the clock next to my bed. 6:45. Seeing as the bus picked me up at 7:15, I didn't have much time-That is, if I wanted to indulge in some of my mother's delicious "New School Bacon".
I rolled out of bed and quickly threw on a pair of jeans over my boxers, and a white t-shirt over my chest. I messed up my blonde hair, making sure I had mastered the perfect "I-don't-care-but-I-look-great-anyway" look. According to the girls at my old school, It looked hot on me. I couldn't hold it against them-I was pretty hot.
I walked down the stairs of my new house and ran into the kitchen as the smell of bacon hit me.
My mom smiled as I inhaled her bacon. "Good, huh?" She asked, grinning, the same brown eyes and blonde hair I wore, frazzled, but happy.I nodded, indicating that my mouth was full and I couldn't talk.
I glanced at the clock again-7:13. My eyes widened. I shoveled the rest of my food in my mouth. I kissed my mom goodbye, telling her I had to go. She nodded and hugged me, telling me how proud she was.
I grabbed my backpack and lunch and ran out the door. I sprinted to the bus, not wanting to be late to my first day of eighth grade. I rushed the bus, seeing a total of Ten people on it.

About half of the kids on the bus sat together, a few girls in shorts that were probably not dress code and a few guys wearing athletic clothing, all talking about a girl who apparently dissed them all. Two boys, also in athletic clothing, sat talking to a pretty girl, dressed in leggings, with frizzy brown hair pulled into a bun, also probably not dress code. She seemed to be reading book while they made an attempt to talk to her. I decided to go over where they sat, because these boys seemed cool, popular, I guess, and sue me; I wanted to fit in.

I walked down the aisle towards the group, the girls from the other group smiling at me, all of them pretty hot. I sat down by the smaller group. "Hey," I said.

The girl looked up from her book and smiled. "Hey!" She grinned, loudly and confidentially. Her light brown eyes glowed. My charm worked every time. She looked at the two other boys-well glared at them- and looked back at me. The two boys looked at me appreciatively.

On of them, with brown hair and brown eyes gave me a thumbs up and held out his hand. "I'm Miles Togonef. Dang, how'd you do that?" He gave me an incredulous look,"Autumn here hasn't given either of us a second glance."

'Autumn' shrugged. "That's because you both keep pestering me to ghost behind the school with you," she sighed,"I've been behind the school before-they're isn't anything very interesting." I looked at Miles and his friend. Oh.

"Alright, screw this, Miles," Miles' friend said,"She's not even a tease. Yeah, she's hot, but is this-" he went into a spur of colorful language,"-is clearly not worth all of this time."

"But Chris, what if you-"

'Chris' laughed. "Dude, you act as if she's go that far," Chris smirked.

Miles shrugged. "All right," he nodded at me,"Sit with us at lunch-?"

"Jamie," I supplied,"Sure. Cool." They left.

Autumn looked up, and looked at me. "By the way,do you know what they mean when they want to go behind school?" I smirked.

"I could show you.."I trailed off. Making out with Autumn would definitely raise my social standings. Autumn frowned.

"You didn't go to this school, though. How do you know what's back there?" She asked. I grinned.

"They have one at every school," I told her. Yes, yes, yes, first guy to make out with Autumn, popularity, yes, yes, yes.

"Well," she sighed,"I would rather finish my book, thank you very much." I gaped at her and she simply stuck her nose back to her presumably YA fiction book. I shook my head. This girl was insane.

"Seriously?" I blurted out, before I could stop myself,"You like...books? But...books are for losers..." Autumn's head snapped up just in time to glare at me coldly. Not, like, New York winter coldly, I mean, Alaska, coldly.

"Apparently, then, I am your ever accursed loser," She glared, shooting a bullet through my head,"Now, clearly, like everyone else, you would not presume that I would like to read, right? Because I play volleyball and don't wear glasses." I rolled my eyes. Autumn was one of those girls.

I decided to retaliate. "Autie, can I call you that?" 'Autie' gave an indignant noise and I smirked,"Get with it. You aren't some sort of book character that is adept at sarcasm and can wrap anyone around her finger. You aren't that hot. You'll never have any adventures, so I suggest you get adventures you can actually have, like a social life. Get real, Autie." Autumn studied me for a moment. Then she spoke.

"One must be careful of books and what's inside them, for words have the power to change us. Jamie whatever, you spoke the words of the unwilling hero right before he is forced to save the world," she grinned,"Jam, can I call you that? Jam, get with it. Karma is real. You think you can shut down everyone's beliefs and still be loved. You aren't that intelligent. You'll have your adventures, you I suggest you get rid of false adventures, like a social life. Get real, Jam." The bus jolted to a stop, but I realized we weren't at school yet.

That's when Autumn's words turned to prophecy. Apparently, our bus driver was a monster.

Like, an actual one.

Before we leave, a few character things...

-Jamie. His name is diverted from "James Carstairs", but he is pretty much the opposite of Jem. He's pretty rude, sexist, and desperate for popularity, which he does receive. No, at the moment, he is not secretly in love with Autumn or secretly love books. He thinks that Autumn is a hot girl who is stupid for reading books and making fun of her is his key to popularity.

-Autumn. Annoying. Loud, partially characterized based off of Alaska Young from John Green's book, "Looking for Alaska." Pretty, hotheaded, feminist, book-loving, oblivious, and entirely unpopular. Also like Alaska, her characterization is much more than skin deep. Right now, she may seem sueish, but I promise you, she does get an entertaining personality

that's all I'll say for now,but thanks for reading!