Hey everyone one! So... I'm kinda guessing the world isn't going to end today. But if you didn't hear, the world was origanly supposed to end at like, five today but then it was like 'Oh, it'll end at six o'clock in whatever time zone you're in'. ... I couldn't even make up this stupidity. And you know what? You should all be glad that we didn't all die because then you'd never know what the hell happens in my story and in others I have planned but haven't put up yet.

And today I went to a friend's 16th birthday party today and I have just got to say that Whirly Ball is the best damn sport of the face of the earth. It's lacrosse... in BUMPER CARS. Yeah, bumper cars. Can you believe that? I totally owned at it.

Anywho... thanks for the reviews from last chapter and thank you, Dani, for editing this chapter. :) You're the best!


None of the students in the class had ever had such a great start to a new year in a while. Mr. Huston spoke of himself, -like how he had two dogs and a parakeet, loved Thai food along with every kind of fast food, loved playing video games and football, and how he went to Amestris Academy for his high school years and even revealed some horror stories from his time spent with Mr. Kerrick- and then went around the room asking questions to each student to better know each other.

They played other odd games like hang man and heads-up seven-up and played some music on the radio Mr. Huston had brought along with him. Everyone was laughing and joking around and enjoying Mr. Huston's stories, barely even realizing that he was a teacher and they were in class.

"Ah, Jean and Rebecca are going to be pissed when they hear about this," Roy said with a laugh. "While they were struggling in Meehan's class, we got to do absolutely nothing!"

But after nearly fifty minutes of this, the loud bell rung across the school grounds, signifying the end of first period.

"Well class, I'll be seeing you again, bright and early tomorrow," Mr. Huston said with a smile as everyone filed out of the class.

"Man that was awesome," Roy commented as they walked out of the building. "This year is gonna be freaking sweet."

"You know, he probably has to start teaching at some point," Riza commented, effectively bursting Roy's bubble.

"Geez, why do you have to wreck my happiness?"

"Someone has to," she said with a smile. "But I have to get to Central for Crafts and get a good seat or else Rebecca will have a fit."

"Have fun with that," Ed sighed before he turned and began walking towards West Campus.

"Aw, crap," Winry sighed, staring at her watch. "I really got to run and get all the way down to South."

"Good luck," Maes said. "We'll see you in Econ."

"Bye!" Winry called over her shoulder as she began to jog.

"Oh! Come on, Gracia, we better hurry!" Maes cried in excitement. "I wanna get good seats!"

"But Maes!" Gracia cried as Maes began to tug her along. "We have ten minutes to walk to the other side of North. Calm down!"

Roy watched in slight amusement as his best friend tugged his girlfriend along to their class about parenting. Sometimes he wondered if Maes had all the proper screws in the right places.

"Not my problem," Roy sighed before he began slowly walking towards his dorm. "Hmm… I bet I can get a nice nap in before Econ. I love free periods."


"Dammit," Winry groaned as she tripped over a rock in the grass.

She has decided to cut through the grass to get to South fastest but unfortunately, there seemed to be an obscene amount of rocks in the grass. By the time she reached the correct room, her ankles and feet were sore and her knees had grass stains on them.

"Hey, Winry," someone called behind her.

She turned and saw Jean walking towards her.

"Oh, hi, Jean."

"I didn't know you were in this class," Jean said with a smile. "Wouldn't have pegged you to be in Metal Shop. More like Foods class or something."

"Well I'm in there too, you know," Winry said. "Don't be so quick to judge someone by the way they look."

"Ugh, I know," he said with a roll of his blue eyes.

"I took Wood shop when I Freshman year and then another Metal class last year at my old school."

"Really? I took Wood I Freshman year and Wood II last year," he said as they stepped into the class.

Most of the large class room was dominated by large, slightly old machinery but in the front left corner were a few wooden tables with some chairs. A chalkboard sat in front of the tables and in between the chalkboard and the tables was a man of about forty.

"Good morning everyone. Take a seat," he said gesturing to the tables.

"Mind if I sit by you?" Winry asked Jean with a smile.

"No!" he said with a wide grin. "Much rather have you sitting by my than some guy with bad B.O."


Riza sat down at the small, square table in one of the two art rooms as she waited for Rebecca and Sheska to show up from their classes. A few students had already entered the room and were sitting down. Miss Hudak, one of the two art teachers, stood against her desk in the middle of the room. She was young, probably late twenties and dressed in as many offensively bright colors as Rebecca tended to when she didn't have to wear her school uniform.

Riza watched as a small wisp of a girl walked into the room, was greeted by Miss Hudak, and then sat down at a small table near the window. She recognized the girl instantly as one of the foreign exchange students. Riza contemplated whether she should ask the girl over to her table, since the table could hold four people and her grandfather had asked to be helpful to the girl. But before she could really think about the idea, a loud shriek pierced her ears and within seconds, Rebecca was running through the art room towards Riza.

"Oh, Riza! It was terrible! So, so terrible!" Rebecca cried while Sheska quietly sat down across from Riza. "Mr. Meehan is such an ass!"

"Excuse me, Rebecca," Miss Hudak said as she glided up behind her, looking unnaturally stern. "I would like to ask you to please refrain from calling teachers such names."

"Sorry, Miss Hudak but he is!" Rebecca yelled at the teacher.

"Why is he an ass?" Riza asked tiredly, not quite ready for Rebecca's loudness this early in the morning.

"Because he wouldn't let me sit near Al or Russell!" she exclaimed before she collapsed in the chair next to Riza. "I mean, how's a girl supposed to cheat when he puts me next to a guy who's barely smarter than me? Might as well do the work on my own!"

"That's an idea," Riza sighed, causing Sheska to grin slightly.

"Oh, oh!" Rebecca said, jumping slightly from her seat. "And there were two of those Asians in that class as well. And of course, Meehan wouldn't put me by them either."

"Rebecca," Riza growled quietly. "One of 'those Asian's' are right over there. Shut up."

Sheska and Rebecca turned to see the small girl. She appeared to be whispering into her beaded bag. Maybe she had some weird state-of-the art piece of technology that used voice.

"Oh! And he actually started teaching today! Who the hell starts teaching on the first day of school? It's just unnatural!"


"Now class, I'm going to pass out the syllabus and I want you all to read it over quietly," said Mrs. Hanlon, the old anatomy teacher.

"God, this is boring," Edward grumbled as he passed back the pile of gold-color papers to Russell and Fletcher, who sat behind him and Al.

"At least the first day is easy," Russell sighed as his blue eyes scanned the sheet tiredly. "It's just reading syllabus after syllabus all day long."

"Yeah and it's a waste of my time," Edward growled. "It's all the same rules in every class: no swearing, no graffiti-ing school property, no disrespecting teachers. All that crap."

"Well the first day gives everyone time for their brains to reboot again," Fletcher said quietly.

"Yeah well, my brains been ready for a while now," Ed groaned.

"Well we all can't be as perfect as you, Ed," Al said with a smile, which caused Ed to scowl.

"No talking!" Mrs. Hanlon cried, glaring around the room.

The four blonds gave each other exasperated looks before they all returned to their sheets of paper.


"Ah!" Edward sighed as he gave his arms a good stretch over his head. "I always hate that class. It's always so stuffy."

Second period had ended and now Ed, Al, and Russell were making their way to South Campus for their next class. The youngest of the blonds had left to go to his Geometry class in East Campus. Next period, Ed had Honors Economy and was not looking forward to spending the year in Mr. Urig's presence. Last year, Edward had had a detention under Mr. Urig's supervision and it did not go very well. But no matter how much Ed yelled and complained to school board members of the teacher's supposed incompetence, he would not be able to get rid of the damn, ignorant teacher.

Once the three reached the building, Ed bid goodbye to his brother and their friend near the U.S history room and walked across the hall to his Economy class. A few of his friends were already sitting near the windows. As he passed by Mr. Urig's desk, he glared slightly at the teacher, who didn't seem to be too fazed by it.

"Hey," Ed sighed as he sat down in the back row near the window. "How's your morning been going?"

Jean, Roy, and Winry were just sitting around, looking bored.

"Great," Roy said with a smile. "I just had a nice nap and ate some ramen. You?"

"Lucky asshole," Ed muttered. "I just had to go sit Hanlon's stuffy-ass room while she droned on and on about the dumb things she put on her syllabus."

"Well you picked the damn elective knowing full well what you were getting into," Jean said. "You should pick something awesomer than anatomy as an elective."

"Like what? Metal?" Ed scoffed before he rolled his eyes. "No thanks but I like my fingers and I don't want to spend nearly an hour of my day with a bunch of sweaty meat heads."

"Hey, there are some cuties in the class this year!" Jean cried indignantly, winking at Winry, who blushed slightly.

"Like who? Carrie Jones?" Ed asked with a smirk. "I wasn't aware that you found such butch woman attractive, Jean."

"No!" Jean growled. "But you gotta admit that a chick who can bench-press one-fifty is pretty impressive. Anyhow, no. It's not Scary Carrie. It's-"

"Lucy Smith?" Roy guessed with a snap of his fingers. "She's such a slut she probably joined that class as a way to get easy access to boys."

"No! It's not Slutty Smith either!"

"Then who?"

"Winry," Jean said, pointing his thumb at her while the other two looked at her in mild shock.

"Really?" Roy asked.

"She knows like, freaking everything about every machine in that place," Jean said with wide eyes and a nod. "I swear, Mr. Jacobs was in love."

"Ew, that's gross, Jean!" Winry cried with a cringe. "He's like, forty."

"Yeah and he's a hick too so his parent's wouldn't be surprised if he brought a seventeen year old home."

"Dude, too far," Roy said.

"Whatever," Jean said with a shrug.

"Hey," Riza sighed as she glided through the isles of tables and sat down next to Winry.

"Hey," Roy responded. "How was crafts?"

"Ugh, I just want to shoot her sometimes!" Riza cried, slamming her pencil case down on the table. "She just can't shut her mouth sometimes!"

"What'd she do?" Ed asked, sounding bored.

"She just-!"

"Hey guys!" Maes cried as he pulled Gracia along by the hand behind him. "What's got you looking so pissy, Riza?"

"Rebecca," Roy, Jean, and Winry said in unison.

"She was going to start a story before you walked in, you know," Winry said.

"Well before you start that, I have one question," Maes said as he and Gracia took their seats a table over from Riza and Winry.

"Yeah?" Riza asked.

"Why are you in here, Jean?" Maes asked. "Aren't you supposed to be in Chem right now with Mr. Baker?"

"Oh shit," Jean said, glancing at the clock. "I have two minutes to make it."

"Good luck!"

"Tell me that story later, okay Riza?" He said as he walked backwards down the isle.

"Yeah, just go! I don't know how forgiving Mr. Baker will be on the first day!"

They watched out the window as Jean sprinted towards West Campus for a few moments before they turned their attention back to the class.

"That kid sure is a natural blond," Roy said with a sigh. "But back to the story. What happened?"

"Ugh! First she kept trying me to help her with her Algebra work while Miss Hudak was trying to explain something. And then she was whining about how there was absolutely nothing being served for lunch today that she wanted and she kept asking if we could sneak out and go to Applebee's. Then she started playing with the paint and was finger-painting on her bag and she spilled some one mine!"

Riza lifted up her brown bag and there was indeed a large splotch of purple paint in the corner.

"That girl is nuts," she finished with a shake of her head. "At least I get a bit of a break from her during the day…"

The loud bell rung, signifying that third period had begun. In the back of their heads, they all silently wondered if Jean had managed to his class on time.


"Urig is the biggest, most annoying, egomaniac I have ever seen!" Edward growled as him and his friends exited the building. "I can't believe him!"

"Calm down, Ed," Maes sighed as he rubbed his temple. "We got it. You hate him. He hates you. You don't have to complain anymore."

"Hey guys," Gracia spoke up before anything could escalate any further. "Don't you guys have to be back up at North?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Roy said with a yawn. "I'm not in the mood for running."

"My god, you are so lazy," Riza sighed. "Quit whining and get your ass in gear."

"Fine, fine, Hawkeye," Roy growled as he picked up the pace.

"Well, I'll be seeing you guys at lunch," Gracia said before she placed a chaste kiss on Maes's cheek. "Where should we meet up?"

"Let's just eat in," Ed said. "I'm not in the mood to deal with the idiotic masses."

"But you never are," Roy said, rolling his dark eyes.

"But I think it'd be a good idea to eat in too," Riza said. "All the cafes are probably all filled with underclassman anyhow."

"Sounds good to me," Maes said. "I'll text the others."

"Well, we'll see you guys later," Winry said with a wave as her and Gracia moved away from the group.

"What do you two have now?" Riza asked.

"Free period," they both said with a grin.

"Have fun," Roy said grumpily.

"We will."

Just as the group of Juniors began to move, a voice stopped them. They turned and saw Al rushing towards them, bringing a grin to Ed's face.

"Hurry up slow poke!" Ed called.

"Sorry!" Al cried as he caught up with them. "I had to ask Mrs. Whited something."

"Whatever," Ed sighed as he ruffled Al's sandy locks.

The group then disembarked for North Campus but what they didn't know was that someone was watching them.


"What's with the hold up?" Roy wondered as he saw the grouping around the North Campus building.

A large group of kids were milling around the front door of building C, all looking annoyed. It was apparent after moving a bit closer that the door was closed and probably locked tightly.

"Oh, what the hell?" Ed groaned. "Are we locked out or something?"

"I guess," Riza sighed before she let her heavy school bag fall to the ground. "Just what I wanted. To have to stand out in this heat for longer than I need to."

Roy set his things next to the blond before he collapsed on the ground and closed his eyes. He then proceeded to unbutton his blazer by feel.

"You are such a slug," Riza sighed before she sat down next to him.

Riza received no response in return. Soft snores began to come from in-between his lips. She rolled her eyes at this and suppressed a smile.

"Unbelievable."

"Might as well sit down, Ed," Al mumbled before he too sat down on the grass.

"Ugh, no way," Ed growled before he marched forward and pushed through the crowds. "Outta my way!"

Everyone watched at the blond pushed moodily through the kids until he reached the door. Ed stood there for a moment, studying the door, before he began fiddling with the hinges of the door.

"Ed! What are you doing?" Al called as he moved forwards.

"What does it look like? I'm taking the pins out of the door so we can get inside already. I'm sick of this heat," Ed mumbled as he tinkered with the metal.

"Ed, you really shouldn't destroy school property," Al said, trying his best to get the point across to his stubborn older brother.

"I'm not taking it apart, Al. You can put it back later," he muttered.

"Ed!"

"What?"

"There's Mr. Jones!" Al hissed. "He'll see you and then you're going to be in real trouble. Do you really want to waste your time in detention?"

At the word detention, Ed stopped his movements at once before letting out a heavy sigh. He set down the one pin he had managed to get out and stood up.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, getting out of the doors way.

Ed moved just in time too because Mr. Jones, the old computer teacher, came strutting up to the group with a ring of keys in hand. It took a moment for everyone to notice that there were two students walking behind him. It was two of the older exchange students.

"And this is the building were your next class will be," he said to the two, who nodded, before he addressed the others. "Sorry everyone. Had to go run down and get the keys."

Mr. Jones moved to the door and began to unlock the door. The lock clicked and he pulled open the door. But once the door was open, it kept moving and not in the direction it was supposed to. It was falling down to the ground and just over the spot were three people stood.

"Watch out!" someone yelled as the door fell.

In a split second, the girl pushed the boy as hard as she could out of harms way and then turned to stop the door from falling.

Everyone watched in awe as the small girl stopped the heavy door from falling in only a second or two.

"Whoa… she's a ninja, man," someone whispered to a friend.

Mr. Jones rushed up and helped to move the door against the wall before he turned to the group, looking like the perfect definition of pissed-off. He opened his mouth to speak but before a word could come out, someone beat him to the punch.

"Who did this?"

It was the girl.

"Who dare threaten Master Ling's life?" she growled.

No one spoke, but nearly everyone's finger moved to point towards a certain blond-haired boy, who froze when he saw the deadly glare that was directed at him.

"You will be rather sorry when I'm done with you," she whispered.


So just a question? How do you think the teaching staff will react when one student pulls a knife on another student? Just asking.

Please review and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon. But no promises because for whatever reason, when everyone's brain is shutting off in school is when every single freaking teacher gives you some project that you have to devote all off your attention to. I hate the end of the year in high school. I mean, what happened to the days of elementary school when you'd just goof around for the last month? At least I don't have to take finals and get out of school five days early!

Bye!

-FSK