We're still losin' control

She barely glanced at the surroundings around her, as she made her way up the sidewalk to the looming brown school ahead of her. She bopped her head to the music that was blaring into her ears through her headphones. She was playing the newest Linkin Park CD, she had gotten it from her friend back n Mexico, before her and her family had to move here, to Texas. She was nervous about starting at her new school. School had started about three weeks, and it figured she had moved at the beginning of September and now it was three weeks into the semester. She didn't know anyone here, but she guessed her brother, Louis, counted for someone. He was a senior and used to be called Barf Bag at their old school in Mexico, but he had warned her not to speak to him while they were at school. He said that he didn't want any juniors hanging around him, very un-cool.

She shook her head, singing along to her CD. "…I've become so numb; I can't feel you there…"

She peered over the top of her sunglasses at the school that was now looming right in front of her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked up the steps and swung open the school doors, wandering inside. She took off her sunglasses and hooked them onto the top of her purple tank top, and looked around the school. Talk about your fixer upper. It was darkly lit with bricks painted white, and the school was almost completely deserted. She sighed; this state was hot. Even though summer vacation had just ended, it was always summer like weather here in Texas. Over the music, she heard voices started coming her way. Out of curiosity she took one headphone of her ear, slung her bag over her shoulder and climbed up the stairs. Three people were walking down the hallway, one girl with long black hair and ripped clothing flanked with two boys one was black and the other was white.

"Meh, I don't see why we have to go to school, it's just a waste of time." The girl muttered, fiddling with a chain on her ripped jeans.

The black boy looked at her, and slung his arm over her shoulders. "It's not that bad Guts, just think one more year and you're outta here."

"I guess you're right, 'Pit. Then I gotta get myself a job. Oh fun." She muttered sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I know what I'm doing! I'm being a…"

"We know Twitch! Something with cars and going fast." Armpit and Guts said in unison.

Twitch just looked at the two as they started down the stairs to the doors leading outside. The girl looked at the three of them, as they opened the doors and went outside. She looked back down at her watch it said 10:30am. Shouldn't they be in class still? And what was with the names; Twitch, Armpit, Guts. Who in their right minds would want to be called that? Maybe their parents were drunk or still high on the medicine the doctors give out to stop the pain during pregnacy? Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice broke through her thoughts.

"AUGH, GUYS! YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME, AGAIN!" The owner of the voice yelled, before barrelling into the somewhat unsuspected girl, sending them both crashing to the ground.

"Oof!" The two yelled, as they crashed into the ground, their bags skidding a couple feet away.

After a few seconds the girl on top started to move and held her head. "Ow! My head." She moaned, opening her eyes.

With one hand still holding her head, she pushed herself up, and walked over to her bag, picking it up. She then looked up and saw the schools' door in view; reality then seemed to hit her.

"AHH! THEY WILL HAVE GONE BY NOW!" The girl then took off running for the stairs, then turned back around. "Oh! By the way, the name's Dannielle." And with that, the girl vanished down the stairs.

"Well, I'm Marina," She basically said to no one, as the girl was gone. Then quietly, she muttered to herself. "At least someone here has a real name."

She stood up slowly and walked over to where the bag had skidded too. She picked up her shoulder bag and examined it. Her bag looked crushed and stepped on. She gritted her teeth knowing that it was that girl who has stepped on it. She sighed and slung it over her shoulder, and continued her trek to the office, fuming about her crushed bag full of art. She made it to the offices' door pretty quickly, and put her hand on the handle, but then stopped. A sign on it said that you couldn't wear your hat in the office. She looked up at her black hat and slipped it off, her orange hair tumbling out. She then opened the door and stepped inside. The secretaries looked up at the new arrival, and then went back to their work.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the brat."

Her head quickly shot up at who spoke… Louis. She gritted her teeth and rolled her green eyes and sat down in the chair beside the dirty blonde boy.

"My name's not brat. Barf bag." She said, muttering the last part quickly.

Louis looked at her sharply, as if daring her to say it again. She just glared at him, and turned to look out the office door. Louis glared at his sister, biting back the urge to knock her one, like they always do when they get on each others nerves, but no. Two secretaries were there, and they were in the principal's office, so now, wasn't a good idea. He'd get her after. The two were so into their thoughts that they didn't hear the door open and the principal walk out.

"Marina and Louis Manchester."

The two snapped out of their own worlds and looked up. A woman was standing there with a clipboard in her hand; they guessed she was the principal. The woman had semi-curly red hair tied up in a loose ponytail in the back of her head. Her green eyes scanned over the clipboard then back to the two, eyes peering into theirs.

"Come with me, we need to talk about your schedule." She turned and opened the door to her office, beckoning the two siblings in, whom hurriedly went in, the door closing behind him.

The woman walked to the other side of the office table and leaned on the table, looking at the two. Marina and Louis looked at each other and took a seat on the other side of the desk.

"My name is Miss. Walker, principal here at Green Lake High. Marina and Louis Manchester, is that right?" She asked, peering into their eyes again.

"Well, actually that's the brat," He pointed to Marina. "And I'm, Louis."

"Excuse me?"

Louis sighed and pointed back to Marina, then him. "The brat and me." He said slowly, thinking that the principal didn't understand him.

Miss. Walker sighed, and dug her fingernails into the back of the chair more. "Excuse me? Did I ask you for your childish nicknames for each other? No," The two were taken aback. "Why did you transfer here anyways?" She snapped, suddenly. 

"Our dad works with a big company back in Mexico, and he was given a better position and that meant we had to move out here." Louis explained.

Miss. Walker nodded slowly, eyes flickering between the two. "What grade are you in?" She muttered, putting a pen down on the clipboard paper.

"Senior."

Miss. Walker nodded and wrote the grade onto Louis' piece of paper, then flipped to Marina's paper. "Grade?"

Marina looked at her, and then lowered her eyes to the ground. Miss. Walker looked at her for a moment, sighed and looked back at Louis.

"Does she even speak?"

Marina didn't move her gaze from the ground, while Louis rolled his eyes. "She talks, but only to her friends. Other then that she will have nothing to do with anyone. By the way, she's a junior."

"Another silent one," She muttered, writing the grade onto Marina's paper. She stood up and opened the door. "Go next door to Guidance and ask for Mrs. Matys she'll tell you where your first period class is and give you your class schedule."

Louis nodded, and grabbed Marina's arm, dragging her out of the office. He pulled her out of the office, and into the hallway, not far away from the Guidance office door. He all the sudden turned and looked at her, and dragged her arm closer to him. He sharply looked at her, and glared.

"What the hell was that act in there? Stop making yourself look like a stupid ass just because you're pissed off," Marina rolled her eyes, Louis always said this when she didn't act the way he wanted. She winced as he gripped her arm tighter. "Don't you roll your eyes at me. You don't own the place."

Marina looked at him, wrenched her arm back out of his grasp, and looked back down at the ground. "I don't want to be here, and I don't care what these people think of me. I want to go home."

"Well obviously you can't. Just be happy for dad for a change, and stop thinking about yourself."

"Leave me alone. You don't know anything, Barf Bag! I bet you don't want that getting out."

"You wouldn't be able to do that. Besides who in their right mind would listen to you? You're just some other junior here."

"Just leave me alone."

"Leave you alone? Fine. But don't come crying to me when you're alone and friendless." He whispered, and pushed her back.

Louis took one last glance at his sister before walking into the guidance office. Marina glared after him, stuffed her hands into her jean pockets and stalked off into the office after him. The secretary inside already had out two pieces of paper, and was talking away to Louis, pointing upwards with Louis nodding. Louis then waved and walked out of the office, totally ignoring Marina. She huffed, and walked over to the woman, who gave her the second piece of paper and pointed down. She nodded and left the office, looking at her schedule.

Great. Gym was first period.

.:.:.:.:.

"How much longer till this class is over?" A male's voice muttered, looking over at the other side of the fence. "I'm tired of these push-ups. "

The brunette beside him shook her head and looked over at him. "Come on Zigzag, there's only like…" She flopped down on the ground and looked at her watch. "Twenty more minutes." She muttered, and then went back to her push-ups.

Zigzag looked over at her, and sighed. "Easy for you too say, you actually like this class!"

The girl simply rolled her eyes, and continued on with her push-ups, anything to get out of this class with this teacher. Blah!

Two of the people in the row in front of them, turned their heads in their direction, tuning into the conversation. Hoping that it would happen this time, it had been going on for too long already. It had to end sooner or later, hopefully sooner.

"Be careful with what you say Zigzag. You say there's camera's everywhere…" A boy with a Hispanic voice said, as him and the girl beside him broke out laughing at Zigzag's face.

"They can hear us too?!" Zigzag shouted, crashing to the ground, and then jumped up, looking around wildly.

"Zig! Get back down here! You're going to bring Mr. Sir's attention over here, again!" The girl muttered; sitting up and attempting to grab his hand to drag him back down. She looked around wildly, and saw Mr. Sir walking over, and sighed. She let go of Zigzag's hand and sat back down on the ground. "Too late. Yo! Magnet, Mokamoe! What do you think'll happen this time?"

Magnet just shook his head and tried to stifle a laugh, while Ednica Mungo beside him, broke out in giggles and crashed to the ground. Ednica Mungo, was known to her friends as Mokamoe; it was a type of monkey her and Magnet found one day at the local zoo. Before anyone else could say anything else, Mr. Sir was standing behind them. Zero looked over, amused at the scene that was going between the four. Sure, they were his friends, but they weren't the closest of pals. He rolled his eyes; Zigzag was his old self, going on about cameras, while Shadow tried not to show she was interested in him, while Magnet and Mokamoe laughed at them. He looked over and saw Mr. Sir walking over, and silently went back to his push-ups, not wanting to get involved in their messes, this time.

"What are you doing, Newman? This isn't any girl scout camp to sit around at!" Mr. Sir shouted, glaring daggers at Zigzag.


Zigzag turned and looked at him, wildly. "They're watching me… camera's, microphone's, the whole works!"

Mokamoe sighed and stood up, making a grab for Zigzag's hand. "Don't listen to him, Mr. Sir. He's not all here today. He never has been." She chuckled, and then attempted to push Zigzag back down to the ground.

Mr. Sir glared at Mokamoe. "Get back to your push-ups, Mungo," He then turned back to Zigzag. "Do you like gym class, Newman?"

Zigzag thought for a second, then nodded. "Of course, Mr. Sir!"

Those who were around Zigzag and were listening to their conversation, turned to face Zigzag, attempting to get his attention and made him change his mind. They all knew what was coming next, they had only heard about it all the time, and now, Zigzag was about to fall for it.

Mr. Sirs' grin grew wider. "Well then, since you like gym class so much, you won't mind giving me five extra laps after the lunch bell rings," Zigzag's face fell, and Mr. Sir turned to the rest of the class. "Now, go to those laps!"

The class staggered to get up to go and then do the two laps Mr. Sir wanted everyday before lunch.

"Way to go Ziggy." Mokamoe said, giggling insanely, doubling over.

"Er, right. But yeah, way to go Zigzag. How could you not see that trick? He does it to everyone!"

Zigzag glared over at the brunette beside him. "Well you could have at least told me, Shadow!"

Shadow was another one of Zigzag's friends. They had been friends since they had met back in kindergarten over fighting over the green finger paint, and had basically grown up together after that. It had been obvious since the seventh grade that Shadow had a crush on Zigzag but was actually too stubborn to admit to the rest of the gang when confronted. As for Zigzag, he didn't know about either. He was too wrapped up into his 'camera's are always watching us' faze. But, even though that was her nickname to her friends, her parents and teachers (who knew nothing of the 'kids nickname code of honour') just called her Krys Gordon.

Shadow was just about to reply when Mr. Sirs' voice broke out through the megaphone he had with him. He only used it when it was very important and also used only when they were running laps. It seemed weird; he was calling Zero over to where he was. What would've Zero done, he was with them with most of the class… what on earth could the quiet kid have done?

That's all for now, I can't give away anything else… you'll have to come back! No cliffhanger for now, but maybe later.