"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!" Noah's alarm rang loudly in the dorm of three angsty teens.
"Oof, turn it off!" Ezekiel cried, tossing his pillow at the alarm clock. It did nothing.
"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!" The alarm clock continued. Noah kicked it, and it did shut off.
"This early?!" Cody cried. It was 5 am.
"First class is in an hour and fifteen minutes!" Noah said, tiredly stumbling out of bed.
"You set your alarm an hour and fifteen minutes early?!" Ezekiel cried.
"Suck it up. Unlike you, I don't need my beauty sleep." Noah pulled open a drawer and pulling out an outfit for the day. Yellow T-shirt, white long sleeve shirt underneath, and black jeans.
"Where are you going?" Cody asked, as Noah reached for the doorknob.
"To shower and change clothes of course!" He said.
"You shower in the moorning?" Ezekiel asked.
"And you can change here. We're all dudes." Cody said.
And unfortunately, Noah was still standing in front of the door when it opened again, the knob hitting him in his jewels, and hitting him into the dresser.
"What's all the commotion?!" A punk with a green Mohawk and blue piercings everywhere popped inside. He looked like he had just woken up, and that wasn't good for nerds with his type.
"Noah set his alarm clook an hour and a half early!" Ezekiel snitched.
"And you're Noah?" He asked Cody.
"No, that's me!" Noah squeaked, squished between the dresser and the door the punk was leaning on.
He got off, and swung the door half closed, and Noah collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
The delinquent squatted down, and grabbed Noah by the collar. "Name's Duncan, Noah." Duncan spat Noah's name out like acid on his tongue. "The guy who'll be dunking your head in the toilet if it happens again!" He let Noah go, and walked out the door.
"Well that was just great." Noah stood up and collected his clothes off the floor, along with a towel and toiletry bag. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my shower." He walked outside and closed the door. Ten seconds later he popped his head in again. "And maybe tomorrow I'll set it thirty minutes later."
"Alright, listen up maggots!" An hour and fifteen minutes later Noah, along with Ezekiel, were standing in front of a set of bleachers on a football field. Ten others were there too, all in a line, as their huge black coach, Coach Hatchet, yelled at them. "Most of you have ordered your gym uniform! They'll be here tomorrow, but that doesn't mean I'm going easy. I want you all to run twenty laps around this field NOW!" Coach said.
Most people were scared into running, Noah and Ezekiel among them. But one girl with long black hair and an aura of attitude just walked.
"Do you not understand the word run?" Coach asked her.
"Look Coach Crazy," The girl said. "I don't run. And I definitely don't run in high heel wedges."
Noah couldn't hear what Coach said to her, because he was already all the way around the track. But he could tell he liked this girl already.
"Watcha lookin' at eh?" Ezekiel asked, jogging beside Noah. He was having a little bit more trouble then Noah, though. For the first time he noticed Ezekiel had a little bit of a gut on him.
"What do you think her name is?" Noah asked, indicating the girl still arguing with Coach.
"I heard her talking too one of her friends eh. I think her name is Heather." Ezekiel informed him.
"Heather. Sounds spoiled." Noah said, judging a book by its cover. From all the books he read, he thought he was pretty good at it.
"Yeah, I saw her with one whole bag foor just shoes." Ezekiel said.
In a few moments of jogging silently, they passed Heather again, who was still walking. It seemed Coach hadn't been able to convince her to do otherwise.
Noah decided to not give the impression that he liked her at all, so he jogged past, bumping her in the process, completely nonchalant.
"Ugh! Nerd!" Heather scoffed.
"Ugh! Drama queen!" Noah said over his shoulder sarcastically.
At five laps, Noah started to breath heavily. At ten laps, Noah started to trip and stumble more often. At fifteen laps, he was panting and walking. Finally at the twentieth lap, he flopped down on the bleachers.
"I could have done that better if I had my gym uniform!" He informed Heather, who sat down a few rows down.
"Sure, geek." She said, turning away.
"Humph," Noah said, sitting up.
Ezekiel stumbled up to him, looking like he was barely conscious.
"You okay Ezekiel buddy?" Noah asked.
In response, he fell down on the bleacher next to him and fell asleep.
Coach blew his mighty whistle, and Ezekiel sat up quickly, and fell off the bleacher in surprise.
"Nice," Noah said, putting his feet on his head.
"Hah, hah! Funny every time!" Coach laughed. "Alright! Hit the showers maggots!"
"Come on Zeke!" Noah said, poking him with his foot. Apparently he fell asleep again. Everybody else was walking away towards where the locker rooms were. "Hm," Noah thought of something that might work. He grabbed Noah's toque, and ripped it off his head.
"Ah! What oor you doing?!" Ezekiel jumped up and snatched the incredibly stereotypical hat out of Noah's hand.
"You were asleep. Time to hit the showers." Noah said, hopping down off the bleachers.
"Ooh, ookay." Ezekiel hopped down after Noah.
When they got inside the lockers, Noah was horrified.
"So…we have to shower together?" He asked.
"Where I coom froom, we all shower in a bucket, eh." Ezekiel said, walking into one stall, and taking his shirt off.
"I'll pass," Noah said, walking out of the locker room.
"That'll be five bucks that he's gay." Somebody said as soon as Noah was out of earshot.
The rest of the day was pretty bad. It wasn't horrible, but he didn't see Cody or Ezekiel until two hours later at lunch. And that didn't exactly work out too well.
Lunch was in an outside square, with a fountain (Not the same square as out front). The tables were stone benches that wrapped around stone tables. It was fancy stuff.
Noah walked into the square with his tray. Cody and Ezekiel were sitting at a table with a person with a freckled face, glasses, and orange hair. There was also a girl with braces, glasses, and a side pony.
He was about to walk over to them, when he felt an arm around his shoulder. He looked up to find Geoff leading him away. Of course everyone in this story conveniently had the same lunch.
"Hey Noah!" Geoff said cheerfully.
"Hey Geoff," Noah said un-cheerfully.
"How about you come sit with me and my buds?" Geoff asked as more of a command then a question.
"Sure," Geoff steered him to a table with a girl with a blonde ponytail and blue sweatshirt, a big brown guy with a D on his olive shirt, and Heather.
Geoff sat him down next to her, and Geoff next to him.
"Hey guys, this is Noah!" Geoff said, introducing him. "He's really cool. He likes the books…and stuff." Geoff said. Noah didn't possibly know how Geoff thought he was cool when he had said a grand total of five words to him since they met.
"Hey," Noah said.
"And this is Bridgette, DJ, and Heather." Geoff introduced everyone else.
"Hi Noah," Bridgette said.
"Nice to meet you man." DJ said.
"And Duncan should be here soon." Geoff said.
"Hm," Noah said, already missing his book. Then the comprehension of what Geoff had just said hit him. He sat bolt upright
"Have you already met?" Geoff asked, seeing Noah's reaction.
Noah hyperventilated. "I guess you could say that. Um, I have to use the bathroom k? I'll be right back!" Noah stood up, abandoned his tray, and ran in the general direction of the bathroom.
"I'm so sure." Heather said.
Just then the green Mohawked delinquent touched down next to DJ.
"Hey Duncan, do you know a guy named Noah?" Geoff asked.
"I don't think so." Duncan said. But he took back what he said once he remembered a certain nerd that interrupted his sleep. "Well, actually, I think we do know each other."
"Well he was just here, and when we mentioned you, he ran off to the bathroom." DJ chuckled.
"Well I'll talk to him about it later." Duncan said.
Noah walked into his room and flopped down on the bed. It had been a long first day, and he was tired. But since he had to go to a first day assembly in an hour, he reached over and clicked on the POWER button on Ezekiel's TV.
They were on channel 13, and Everybody Hates Chris was on. "Reminds me too much of my mom." He said, clicking it off. He had decided that the best thing to do would be to just read, when he heard someone running down the hall.
"Noah!" Came from outside, and the door knob jiggled. It was Duncan's voice. The door was locked, but if Noah could judge books by their covers as well as he thought he could, it wouldn't be for long.
He dived under Ezekiel and Cody's bed, and desperately looked for something he could defend himself with.
"Hey Noah! Guess who!" Duncan burst through the door after picking the lock.
"Freeze!" Noah was standing in the middle of the room, bow and arrow in hand. He had acquired some archery skills when his mom shipped him away to a sleep-away camp a few years earlier.
"What the hell…?" Duncan whispered to himself. "Now let's not do anything rash…" He said to Noah, backing away.
"To hell I'll do something rash if you don't get out of my room!" Noah said, with fake malice.
"Alright. But this isn't over!" Duncan closed the door, and his voice came from outside. "And you might wanna get a new lock."
Noah breathed a sigh of relief, and set the bow and arrow down on Cody's bed, which was still coverless. There was no possible way he would be able to shoot Duncan, and he couldn't believe the delinquent thought he would be able to.
"Hey Noah!" Cody said, walking in through the door.
"Hey Cody," Noah said, sitting down on his bed.
Cody sat on his, and also sat on something else, that made a snapping sound. "What is this?!" Cody sat up, and held the two halves of the bow in his hands.
"The bow I used to get Duncan out of our room." Noah said with a yawn.
"Where'd you get it?" Cody asked, tossing it into a trash can at the head of Noah's bed.
"Ezekiel's suitcase," Noah asked.
They looked at each other oddly.
"Let's both forget that one of our friends could have easily killed us in our sleep." Cody said.
"Agreed," Noah said, spooked.
A/N: So how was that? So you know what to do! Give me your constructive criticism, but hopefully there'll be some sincere compliments in there too! Man, when I do this I feel like Michael Buckley after he finishes his script…SHA!