AN: I know this chapter isn't like the one in the original, but I didn't like the original. So, I wrote a new one. The same goes for chapters 3, 6, and 7.
Shadow plopped herself into a desk in the back of the classroom. She looked over to her right to see Crusher sitting right by her. Crusher's medium-brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail, a green army-camoflaug jacket, black tanktop, ripped black cargo pants, and black combat boots. In other words, she was perfect.
Crusher looked at her best friend. She wondered if Shadow would stop comparing herself to other people. Sure, Shadow was a bit bigger than most girls, had olive skin, short dark-brown hair that never did what she wanted it to, and her face could break out more easily than others, but that meant nothing.
"Hey, Crusher?" Shadow asked in her quiet voice.
"What?" She replied.
"Why do you put up with me? I'm dorky, weird, fat, I repeat myself, no one likes me except for a few people, and you could be friends with the popular girls! So why do you put up with me?"
"I don't 'put up with you,' I'm your best friend! And being friends with the popular girls? Never crossed my mind. I like who I'm friends with."
"Ok, but-" Shadow was cut off by the bell ringing.
The teacher walked into the room with a boy dressed in a purple jacket, blue jeans, and black sneakers. The most striking feature about him was the black eyepatch going across his left eye. "Class, I would like for you to meet our new student, Shockwave," the teacher said in a disgustingly pleasant voice.
"What are we in, elementary school?" Crusher whispered to Shadow.
Shockwave took his seat towards the front of the room; he was completely unaware of the multitude of teenagers staring and whispering about him.
"Can anyone tell me what the properties of element 57 are?" The teacher asked while pointed to a chart on her board.
Shockwave raised his hand and rambled off it's properties along with a few extra facts.
"Looks like I have some competition," Shadow muttered to herself.