Disclaimer: I obviously don't own all of them

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own all of them. If you don't know which ones I own and which ones I don't, you can't sue because you evidently don't own them either.

"Amy! There you are!" Tasha Pearce yelled from across the lunchroom, which was the site of both our homerooms among others. We did sit at different tables though. My bus had almost been on time today, well, we got to school before homeroom started anyway.

"Guess what. I'm having a party next Friday to end Flashlight Tag season. You wanna come? You're allowed to bring one person, but only because you're special," Tasha told me.

"I know I'm special, Fearless Leader. Yeah, I'll come. It'll be great!" I exclaimed.

"It's gonna be great! We'll play Flashlight Tag all night long, eat pizza, watch my anime, and read my manga," Tasha explained.

"Can't wait! May I please put my books down now?" I asked, nodding towards the heavy pile of books in my arms.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yes, Princess Amaya, you may," Tasha said as we walked towards my table…I mean, "homeroom". I dropped the books on the table.

"I still can't believe we were kicked out of regular rooms by freshm…" I started but was interrupted by the bell.

"Gotta go! Bye Princess Amaya!" Tasha said as she walked over to her "homeroom".

"Bye Fearless Leader!" I called back as I sat down to wait for everyone else. By 8:32, everyone was there and talking.

"Listen! I'm telling you he stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs, 'I smoke crack'" said Courtney Williams.

"This guy who used to ride my bus, Jaime, would scream out 'I'm naked!'" I said as everyone laughed.

"Hey Amy, did you ever look?" asked my friend Leigh Anne Williamson.

"Yeah, how big was his…" started Natalie Wood.

"You guys are sick," interrupted Michael Wilfong.

"Aww, is someone jealous that we aren't talking about him?" asked Angie Yeungyuensze {a/n: I think this is how you spell it. I'm sorry Angie; I'm not sure when it comes to Chinese last names.}

"It's okay, Michael. We still like you," Ashley Williamson comforted.

"Excuse me girls…and boys. We have two new students. Why don't you introduce yourselves?" Mrs. Ross, our homeroom teacher, asked.

"My name is Heero Yuy," a boy with short, moss green hair and Prussian blue eyes said. He was wearing a green shirt {a/n: tank tops aren't allowed at my school} and black pants {a/n: neither is spandex}.

"I'm Quatre Rabera Winner," a boy with platinum blonde hair and blue-green eyes said. He was wearing khakis, a pink shirt, and a purple vest.

"You can sit wherever," Mrs. Ross said as she went back to her cart.

"Move over Leigh Anne!" I said as I pushed Leigh Anne, who was sitting next to me, off of her seat and onto the floor, "One of you can sit here."

"Uh, thank you," Quatre said as he looks at Leigh Anne.

"She's okay, I do that all the time," I explained.

"She does," Courtney said.

"Ow!" cried Leigh Anne from the floor.

"Slow reaction time handmaiden #2?" I asked as I leaned back to see her.

"Oh, shut up! La princesa…" Leigh Anne said right before she stuck her tongue out.

"Oh, that's mature," I comment.

"Quatre, will you scoot over?" asked Leigh Anne as she tried to have puppy eyes.

"Where will I sit?" I asked.

"On my lap!" exclaimed Natalie. If I could, I would have sweatdropped.

"Fine," I said.

"Heero can sit on my lap!" Ashley said.

"Ashley! You naughty child!" yelled Courtney. Heero sat by Courtney.

"Where're you guys from?" asked Ashley.

"Colony L…I mean, Japan," corrected Heero.

"You don't look Japanese," said Angie. Heero didn't respond.

"Heero doesn't like to talk a lot," Quatre explained.

"Okay…Where're you from?" asked Natalie.

"Middle East," Quatre said.

"Cool! I've always wanted to go there!" Ashley said cheerfully.

"Ashley, you hate sand," reminded Justin Wilbanks.

"Shh! He doesn't know that!" Ashley shushed.

"Here are your schedules!" Mrs. Ross said promptly. Before we could ask what classes they had, the bell rang and we had to get to first period.