This story was so long I had split in to 3-4 parts, so yeah I hope you enjoy. This is gonna be a long pilot

Five Months Ago:

"Word on the street, you got somethin' to show me, me

Magical, colorful, Mr Mystery,ee

I'm intrigued, for a peak, heard it's fascinating...

...Come on baby let me see, what you hiding underneath"

Mr. Yang made his way across the field that Monday morning; pointedly ignoring the flipping and jumping cheerleaders that were loudly blasting Katy Perry at 6:00 in the morning. He almost made it to the door, until a random person decided to hold him back for a minute.

" Well morning Yang," the cheer coach said, placing an arm over his shoulder, effectively guiding him back in the direction he just came. " Morning Coach." he muttered, not really knowing what he was pulled over for.

" Why there is no need to be nervous Henry, I just wanted give you the tour of the school." The coach chortled, her smile with a little too much force.

"Ri-ight ?" he said, with a confused look.

" Well first off,check out the school's pride and joy; the Colfer High cheer squad. Don't they look fantastic." she looked on to her squad proudly as Yang looked at her confusedly.

" I thought the school's pride and joy was their Glee club ?" he inquired, brushing something from his new navy blue tie.

He was quite distracted actually seeing as he didn't notice the look of confusion on the cheer coach's face. "Now Yang what are you talking about, this school doesn't even have a Glee club."

" But-"

" Now I don't know who told you such a thing but I assure you I would know if this school had a Glee club. I mean they didn't list it under After-School Activities." she said shaking her head

" Listed...?"

" Yang, how long you been here buddy, a hour or so ? She asked, not even realising Yang asked a question. "Well I think it's my job as a Veteran of this school district to guide you through the inner-workings of Colfer High school."

"Gee, Uh, Thanks." he smiled shyly. "..but"

" Don't mention it buddy, do you mind if I call you buddy ? You know what, I think I will. Anyway," she said, leading an apprehensive Mr. Yang into the hallways of the school.

"Those people,"she said pointing to the small frail boy and the group of jocks surrounding him. "...are the nerds and the jocks-these two groups don't usually mix well."she whispered the last part conspiratorially. She then returned her attention to the jocks.

"Morning Coach." said one

"Good morning to you too Mr. Sheppard."she replied

" How it going Ms. C" said another

"Just dandy." she elongated.

"Hey, who's the newbie." said one off to the right.

"Why this is our new teacher gentlemen, his name is Mr. Yang." she elaborated.

"Morning Mr. Yang." they said in unison.

"Morning Guys." he said apprehensively, because something wasn't right here. The jocks were not giving off any good vibes and the small boy looked miserable with his eyes looking any where but up.

"Well gentlemen I must continue my tour." she waved goodbye as she and Yang strode the other way. Yang couldn't help but wonder what happened to the boy as he looked back to see the jocks high fiving and laughing with each other.

He didn't get to find out as he was lead all over the building with the cheer coach's tour. When she finished they stopped in front of his class . "Well Yang that concludes our tour." she patted patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Thanks coach, I don't know how I would've navigated these halls without you." he smiled politely before turning towards his classroom.

Stopping him mid step. "Yang if you ever find yourself in a pickle-you know who to call." she stated haughtily before strutting off in the direction she came.

Mr. Yang wondered what kind trouble could he possibly get himself into here. He had personally picked a school that he knew had the best reputation and that was arduous in and of itself. But he found it, and he was finally working somewhere where nobody had a criminal record.

"Come on man,do it, don't be a bitch." said one jock.

Said jock shoved a sophomore towards the pristine marble statue of a shark, it was the same shark statue of Waterdalle High. Waterdalle high has been rivals with Colfer high for as far back as anyone can remember, it was practically tradition now. Another tradition developed over the years as well; it was 'The Salute de Waterdalle'. If you were to become a Colfer high Razorback you would have to engage in said tradition, to show your loyalty.

Recently turned sophomore Matthew Hudson-Berry was engaging in said tradition. This morning the newly-recruited Razorback was picked up by his teammates before they arrived at Waterdalle high. He had just witnessed his fellow Razorbacks do what they call the Salute de Waterdalle, and a salute is exactly what it wasn't.

Now his teammates were encouraging him to do the same. Young Matthew briefly weighed the legalities if he were to get caught, before he was again shoved 'playfully' toward the statue. Matthew wondered what his parents would think of him now if they saw him.

"Dude hurry up, I think someones coming." said one of his teammates.

However Matthew was more worried of what his teammates would think of him if he chickened out . So Matthew unzipped his jeans,reluctantly of course, and did as the other boys. He eyed his surroundings now and then, wondering if you could be arrested for urinating in public.

Seriously, these people had no sense of common courtesy, certainty they should know it was rude to stare.

She adjusted her dark brown shades elegantly to sit atop her pale badge fedora, she now had a clear view of the glares and the gawking from her fellow students, not that she took much notice of it. She traversed the halls with practiced ease and an aura of nonchalance as she appeared at her destination, her locker.

Just then she caught sight of the words painted over a set of lockers; including her own,4182. She

sighed and looked heavenward in disbelief. Marcy wasn't one of those people who liked to let people know how she felt, she always prided herself on keeping her cool even in a bad situation. Right now was no exception.

So she opened her locker, ignoring those who would walk by and spontaneously start giggling, and dislodged the letters ' I' and ' T' from the word bitch inscribed on it. The girl had on her usual calm, persona even as the pee balloons tumbled out of her locker, and merely stepped back. Luckily none of it had splashed her.

However this caused the rest of the people crowding the halls to erupt in laughter. She didn't see what was so funny about pee balloons. Marcy made sure not to step in the puddle on the floor as she reached for her belongings, but she yanked it away as soon she felt the moist materials. This made the crowd laugh even more.

Her mouth set into a firm line and her eyes into a hard glare at each of her peers. They only scoffed but a few looked remorseful, but they did nothing. The laughs seemed to get louder and louder and Marcy simply couldn't stay there anymore so she strutted (read: stalked) off to the football field counting to 10 in her head.

Some time after the bell announced the end of fourth period Marcy decided staying out here was better for everyone, especially herself. So instead she sat on the bleachers, bouncing her left leg underneath her right one, and reveled in the fall breeze. Her fedora and shades sat next to her and she tucked them closer to herself.

Then a strong breeze wisped her long blond waves across her face and she was quick to brush them away. When she did she saw her badge fedora flying half way across the field.

She jumped up immediately and ran after it. It seemed the like wind was taunting her; the way it would bring the hat a little closer then whisk it away again, she huffed out of annoyance for the umpteenth time.

Finally it stopped somewhere near the entrance and she snatched it up immediately. She straightened up to find a few students rushing back into the school, clutching their phones to themselves and in a fit of laughter, she scrubbed at a a stubborn tear.

Marcy placed her hat on her head and made to head back inside. But then caught the eyes of a boy by the school statue; he was so tall she didn't even have to look over the marble statue to see him.

He had stunning green eyes and long chocolate bangs whisked across his dark brows. His handsome face seemed to contort into an expression of confusion before it turned one of shock and soon him and a couple of other people ran from the statue.

When they ran she noticed them wearing the colors of the Colfer High Razorbacks.

She should probably call security right now, probably.

The teens were running now, luckily only a little out of breath. Michael briefly thanked Coach Moore for their constant suicide runs. He doesn't know when it happened but as it turned out Jeremy was right there was someone coming and they were hot their tails.

They quickly dipped around a corner, which they knew was a shortcut and headed in the direction of the school.

Several senior jocks were taking up the front while a couple of other boys held up the middle, Matthew was taking up the rear. Despite his constant efforts to move to at least the middle of the throng-his efforts were futile. So he stayed in the back, reluctantly, and ran at break-neck pace.

However when your running at break-neck pace you should probably watch where you're going, at least that's what Matt was thinking. He didn't even have time to register that one of the other boys had thrown over a trash can until he tripped over it-but fortunately he tucked and rolled as he hit the ground.

He had just enough time to see a couple of the security guards before he was up and running again. He couldn't see the other guys but he ran in the direction he thought he saw them run.

Artist: Katy Perry Song:Peacock. Thank you for reading. :)