Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from TT and a whole lot of objects that pop up, like funny things I've seen at Hot Topic
If anyone's out of character, I'm really sorry. But if you think Raven's weird, remember that she's been talking to Malchior for a while. Pairings are RaeMal, RobStar, TerraBB, CyBumblebee... At least that's what I think they are...
Honestly, this is just another classic high school fic with Star as the new kid in the middle of the year. I hope it's differant from everything else, but I did find it as I was cleaning out the back of my computer so...
"Hey, hey, hey!" A short boy was running beside several other students, desperately trying to gain their attention. When waving his arms failed, the boy jumped in front of his targets. Bad idea.
"Watch it man!" one jeered.
"You shrimps should stay on the side of the road."
"Yeah, wouldn't wanna get run over!" This comment brought laughs from the other boys.
Suddenly, one of the jocks appeared behind the smaller student. "'Cause that's what happens when you get in our way." He leaned down just enough so that he was breathing down the smaller boy's back. This student was somewhere in the area of six feet tall, with a lean but strong build. He had dirty blond hair, and light brown eyes. His right eye sported an X shaped scar that was dead center; the place where the two lines crossed was about the same place as his pupil. "And no one wants to be cleaning up green slime off the floor."
"Hey, good one X!"
Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, the small boy stared at his shoes. "Dude, do you have to be so mean? Cyborg just wanted me to tell you that Atlas is extending football practice for an extra hour today."
X grabbed the front of the small boys shirt and lifted him several inches off the ground with only one hand. "The name is Luke, not Atlas, Luke. And you will call him Victor, not Cyborg. Nicknames are only to be used by people who matter."
As the group walked off without giving him any further recognition as to the importance of the message he just delivered, the boy muttered, "It's not my fault I'm slightly green." In fact, he was very green. It looked like he had used excessive amounts of green paint because every inch of him was the shade of a healthy plant. His skin was green. His eyes were green. Even his hair was green. Standing at five feet, he was the smallest boy in his grade. Scratch that, he was the smallest kid in the school. In fact, he was shorter than most middle schoolers, and even some from elementary school. If he was this short, how did he ever get anyone's attention in high school? He didn't.
Garfield Logan went through the day trying to interact with someone, but had a tendency of failing. The only reason the Victor Stone had asked him to tell the other football players about practice was that the two boys had the mutual feeling that no one else would play video games with them and thus, and semi-friendship.
'Why can't people just talk to me?' Garfield shook his head to himself, 'you're green. You're abnormally short. You're named GARFIELD!' He often ended up answering his own questions, since no one else would. 'I've got powers too, why can't I use them to make them bow down' He didn't even bother thinking up an answer to that query, he knew because it was one of the things he pondered every day. He couldn't use his powers because then he'd be even more of an outcast.
'Well, I should probably go eat lunch…' Garfield began to walk in the direction that the athletes had gone in, when he remembered that students were technically allowed to eat lunch wherever they chose as long as they didn't make a mess or disrupt any classes.
In theory this wasn't such a bad idea. It cut down on the shear chaos of having the school all eat in the same place that was about the size of an average classroom, but created problems of its own, including litter everywhere. No one felt like telling everyone to eat in the cafeteria because it seemed like seeing wrappers and forks scattered around the campus was better than having students eat lunch anywhere they chose just because it was a cool thing to do. It gave the school a feeling of power by telling the students they could do something that they'd do anyway.
But in the mean time, one of the few people in the school that didn't pick on the short teen was right around the corner.
Unfortunately, Garfield had no idea what was coming.
"BOO!" A blond girl of medium height with blue eyes jumped out from around a corner and made a face. Her target jumped nearly a foot and almost ran back down the hallway before he realized who was trying to kill him.
"Oh, hey Tara! You scared me!"
"Well, that was the point." Tara smiled at him, and then gestured to what she was holding: two brown paper bags. "Seeing as you're obviously headed for the five foot by five foot cafeteria to buy lunch from the evil lunch lady, I've taken the liberty of picking up your lunch for you."
Garfield glared at the smug grin, and then grabbed both bags.
"HEY! That's my lunch you just took!"
"Oh, I just figured that if you said you'd picked up my lunch, you were offering it to me."
Tara sighed and snatched her lunch back. "Come on, I think I found a safe spot to eat." What Tara meant by 'safe' was that no one went there often, so none of the cliques could pick on them. She began to go down the hallway, when she looked back and realized that he wasn't following her. "Coming?"
"Naw, I've got a better idea. Follow me!" He scampered off in the opposite direction.
Walking quickly to keep up with his run, Tara glanced over and said, "So where are we going?"
"A genius never reveals his secrets!"
Under her breathe, Tara muttered, "How did I know you were going to say that?"
But her companion either didn't hear, or ignored the comment, speeding along until he reached a hallway that was closed off by an 'Under Construction, No Entry' sign. "Right this way, madam!"
Tara stopped a few feet behind him and raised an eyebrow. "You've got to be kidding. There's no telling who'd hang out here! Haven't you been paying attention to the gossip? Jinx went down that way just before she vanished! Everyone agrees that coming here is bad luck!"
Garfield smiled. "And can you tell me why they don't like it?" After an extremely short pause, he grinned again. "'Cause they're chicken!" Where he was standing a moment before, there was now a green chicken gazing up at Tara, who was totally unfazed. Seeing that she was still unconvinced he transformed back. "Come on Tara, what could hurt us?"
She shook her head, "I never want to find out." But Tara followed Garfield down the hallway anyway. Aside from the floor being covered in mud and having a flickering light, the entire environment felt like the rest of the school. There was a single door at the end of the hallway.
Garfield walked over to it and placed his hand on the doorknob. "Come on Tara, this is the perfect place!"
"Ok… But I want to look under the door first."
"Gee, do you have to be so paranoid?" Garfield asked, but he stood aside and let Tara by. She bent down and peered through the crack under the door.
"Oh shit…" Tara scrambled to her feet.
"What? What's wrong Tara?" Garfield sounded like he was about to panic. That was when the door suddenly opened. A tall boy was standing in the doorway. He was over six feet tall, and had brownish-golden eyes that seemed to burn with an inner fire with long white hair. His shirt was a silver shirt that showed off muscle, and he had on plain, long, black pants that didn't have any sort of pockets on them. The look was completed with military style boots and a red pendent around his neck that featured a black dragon.
"May I help you?" His voice had an English accent, and was soft.
Garfield gave his biggest smile and stepped in front of Tara. "Uh yeah, we were looking for a place to eat lunch and thought that this room might have been a good place."
The boy looked behind his shoulder, "Well? Do we let them?" He paused for a second, and then turned back to face the two intruders. "I'm sorry, but this room is currently occupied."
Tara and Garfield gaped as the door was politely shut in their faces. Garfield shrugged. "I told you we couldn't eat lunch there."
"Damn. Are we done yet?"
He smiled. "Don't worry, this transaction will be completed as soon as you give me MY money." He gestured to the other occupant of the room, a boy wearing a gray sweatshirt. The boy was holding a brown package, and rummaging through his wallet. At last, he found what he was looking for.
"Here's your money, Dragon. You overprice." The mythical beast seemed to be the name of the boy who had greeted Tara and Garfield.
Dragon smiled again. "If you want to find another supplier, be my guest." He gestured towards the door.
"You know you're the only one around here." The boy glared, before exiting the room.
"Except for you. After all, without you, jock boy would be having trouble." Dragon smirked at the closed door and sat down. He didn't think he'd be waiting long.
About two minutes after he had left, a girl walked in. She was wearing a black trench coat, a black shirt that had a picture of blood and the words 'Don't worry, it's not my blood', the same style of military boots as Dragon, and black pants that were tucked into the boots. The strange thing about her was that her hair and eyes were both dark purple.
The girl reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a newspaper. The front page read 'Drug Ring Busted: Batman and Robin Strike Again'. "You do realize that they could show up at any moment. Not to mention, someone will be blaming you for Jinx's disappearance."
Dragon smiled. "No. Ignore the press, because they are normally wrong. Sweet Raven, I busted that ring not by the dysfunctional traffic light and the idiot who dresses like a tiny flying rodent. As for Jinx, I had nothing to do with that. I was speaking with your father all night. Now I do believe we should hurry to class before anyone notices our strange absence."
Raven shrugged and followed him out to the mud stained hallway. Observing that no one else was there, she quietly pulled the door shut and headed away from the flickering light. "I'm not the one who was hanging out for the last half hour in at the end of a roped off hallway dealing with people who'd love to kill him."
Richard couldn't help but smirk when he noticed that Mr. Luminous' classroom boasted two empty seats. Malchior Nole and Raven Roth had managed to be late everyday since the beginning of the year. But somehow, Mr. Luminous always seemed not to do anything about it. Personally, Richard thought the teacher was scared stiff of them. They managed to sit in the back of his class, reading their own spooky books while leaving their books untouched and still made an A on every test, whether he heard pencil movement from them or not.
It was a full five minutes after the bell that the door opened. Expecting Malchior and Raven, Richard didn't even bother looking up from his work.
"Ms. Tara and Mr. Garfield, I'm sure you'd love to bring the cause of your tardiness to light!"
"Uh, we got stuck in the cafeteria." Garfield's excuse brought a laugh from the classroom, although Mr. Luminous was not impressed.
"The cafeteria is next door. It does not take ten minutes to walk twenty feet."
Tara looked down at her feet guiltily. "Uh, we ate lunch under the bleachers on the football field."
"Thank you for your illumination on the subject and honesty Tara. Garfield, I'm sure a visit with Mr. Wilson will bring your wrongdoing into a light that you can understand it in." Mr. Luminous always seemed to be going on and on about light, some people might even think he was a science teacher. "I'm sure Mr. Richard's grade can take a few missed minutes, he will escort you."
Not expecting this turn of events, Richard jumped out of his seat like he had sat on a thumbtack. "Yes sir." 'Mr. Wilson… Not good. He's got it out for me. He'll probably send Garfield back and give me detention for skipping or something.' Richard screwed up his face in an effort to think of a way to avoid the principal.
"RANCID! I WILL NOT STAND THESE SUBSTANCES ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! WHERE DID YOU GET THEM FROM?"
Richard winced, Mr. Wilson was mad. The secretary motioned for him to wait outside the office. Richard couldn't resist his curiosity and chose a seat across from the open door instead of immediately leaving. His eyes widened in surprise.
Mr. Wilson was suspending a boy by holding onto the front of his gray sweatshirt. A brown package was lying on his desk. It had been opened, but its contents were not showing.
"I-I'm n-not sure…" Johnny Rancid, the leader of the official school bullies was utterly cowed by Mr. Wilson.
"Nonsense. You have to have a supplier somewhere on the school, since you didn't have this when you came in this morning. And you will tell me who it is."
"Please Mr. Wilson, I-I don't know where it came from! I w-woke up in an empty classroom with that and one-fifty missing from my wallet!"
"You're lying."
"N-no!"
"Get. Out. Of. My. School. NOW!" Mr. Wilson's voice was filled with barely controlled rage as he practically flung Rancid out of his office.
"Mr. Wilson will see you now." The secretary's face was surprisingly bland, and she acted like nothing was wrong.
"Uh, I'm not seeing Mr. Wilson, he is." Richard desperately tried to divert attention from him by pointing at his companion.
Mr. Wilson stood up and walked into the lobby. "Hello Richard, have you gotten into trouble again that quickly?" On an afterthought, he glanced at Garfield. "You, return to class."
Garfield allowed himself a shocked expression before running away, almost as fast as Rancid had.
Victor Stone nearly yawned. Science was one of the easiest subjects in the school. Glancing down at his hand, he noticed that it was changing colors like water on a computer screen. He shook his head; the holographic projector shouldn't be shorting out after only two weeks. The chameleon hand clenched the yellow pencil and accidentally snapped it in half. He absentmindedly tapped his wrist a few times and the crazy colors settled down to a normal skin tone.
"Hey Sparky, incoming!" A skinny African American girl wearing yellow and black tapped the back of Victor's head. "Looks like a new kid."
"Too bad Dick's still in Mr. Wilson's office. She looks like someone he'd stare at when she cheerleads for a game."
The 'new kid' in question was definitely the cheerleading type. She had long red hair, green eyes, and seemed to favor purple clothing.
"Excuse me, I was informed to arrive here at one o'clock p.m. I apologize for my tardiness, I got lost." Victor and the girl both rolled their eyes, she sounded like she was in an English class.
"Ah, you must be Ms. Kori Anders. I am Mr. Blood. Sit next to Karen." The man vaguely waved to the empty seat behind Victor and next to the girl he had been talking to. "I trust she'll explain everything you need to know for this class."
'Teacher's pet', Victor mouthed to Karen. She just rolled her eyes and smiled at Kori.
"Hello, I'm Kori Anders. Please, what is your name, your favorite color, and will you please be my friend?" Kori seemed to be extremely perky for someone who had just arrived at a new school in the middle of the year, and would soon have a good portion of the girls throwing her envious looks.
"I'm Karen Beecher and that's Victor Stone. My favorite colors are yellow and black, and his number one favorite is blue. And sure we'll be your friends!"
So review if you have an opinion. Should I continue this? Should I never go near FanFiction again? Is this ok but needs work? Never exactly been in high school, so I have no idea what I'm doing.