T-E-E-N T-I-T-A-N-S Teen Titans! Let's Go!

I sadly do not own any of the teen titans even though many of my friends and family bother me over how much like Raven I am. So what if I was Raven on the personality test! Don't get me wrong I really like Raven. She's
one of my favorite (I like Starfire as my favorite too!) characters. In fact, I kind of like the idea of Raven being added to my ever growing list of nicknames but I feel like Starfire is being left out! I'm like Starfire when I'm happy & hyper okay! Um I almost forgot you're
here for the fic not my life story so let's get on with it!!!!!!

School Woes!

Honestly, (since when do I use that word -.-;;)it was just like any old day in the Titans tower. Cyborg was trying to beat Robin's highscore on videogames, Beast Boy was trying to beat Cyborg and cracking jokes here and there, Starfire was trying to catch up on the earthly ways to act, Robin was busying himself in a rough but comforting workout, and Raven was going through her normal daily routine of meditation.

Suddenly, out of nowhere three knocks are heard on the door.

"Who could that be?," Cyborg asked pausing his game.

Beast Boy just shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I mean who would actually row a boat from Gotham City all the way to Titan Tower?"

"The mailman." Cyborg answered after opening the door to find an extremely large packaged wooden box.

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"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos", Raven chanted.

She was in her deep meditation.

Relaxed.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos", she continued.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azara"-

"Hey! Yo! Mail time!" a familiar voice screamed.

Raven immediately snapped out of her concentration and fell to the floor landing hard on her bottom. She would have screamed out in frustration if a little called of comfort wasn't screaming out to her in her head. Out of curiosity she walked out of her room and down stairs to the living room where everyone had already gathered waiting for her.

"What is it?" Robin asked.

Beast Boy clapped while jumping up and down in excitement. "Oh boy! Come on let's open it to find out!"

And with that, Cyborg ever so slowly reached for the top of the crate and tore it open. They all took a peek inside.

"Backpacks, binders, pencils, crayons?! What the hell is this?!?!?!" Beast Boy shouted as he pulled his ears down.

Robin took a note attached to the crate. "Guys, there's a letter saying: To all of our fellows the Teen Titans, You have saved us all from much trouble. . .

Raven rolled her eyes, "What a great way to start off a letter."

". . .we are clearly in your debt. . ." Robin continued.

"Aaawwww. They wish to show appreciation to us by sharing all of these luxurious gifts and a wonderful card full of pleasureful writing." Stated Starfire as she lit up a smile on her face.

Continuing, Robin reads ". . .we wish to thank you by sending you certificates for free learning at Gotham High School plus free back-to- school stuff. We hope you enjoy our gifts of gifts and once again thank you for being the Teen Titans! From all of your friends and crazed fans from Gotham city who are proud to have you here. P.S.~ Behave in High School ^-^"

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! How can they make us go to school! I remember school when I was little and everyone picked on me for being short!" Beast Boy screamed while running around in circles until Raven sticks out her foot and trips him.

She sighs and says, "It's something we'll have to do whether we like it or not. I know everyone hates school but it can't be that bad, right?" She took a moment to think. "Wait, they picked on you for being short? What about green?"

Cyborg picked up from where Raven was talking about how it can't be that bad.

"What are you talking about," Cyborg yelled, "freshmen always get picked on and"-

"Why should you worry about getting picked on? For you are the strongest am I correct? And to add to that delightful comment, why would anyone want to pick onto us in the first place?" Starfire inquired.

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"Well, school starts tomorrow. We could try it out and see how it goes on our first day I guess. And like Raven said, It might not be so bad" Robin comforted.

Starfire smiled and squealed excited over going to an Earth school. "Then we shall celebrate the upcoming day of our first Earth school day! I shall make my pudding of celebration!!"

Starfire squealed one more time before racing into the kitchen to ready things up. Everyone else just moaned.

Tomorrow, the first day of ninth grade will start.

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So how did you like the first chapter? I based this own story on my current experiences of being a freshman in high school. So far, High school's cool except for the constant algebra homework I get. Besides myself, I'm also dedicating this story to all the freshmen out there in the world (especially the ones reading my story now). Remember, when you are getting picked on by seniors just sit there and look pretty!

That's all for now!

Starfire: I would enjoy it very much if you were to do what is called reviewing.

Raven: Do it quick. My patience is growing low.