A/N: This is the first fanfiction I have ever posted, so please, be gentle if you message me. If you find my writing to be unenjoyable, I apologize in advance. If such a feeling is in existence after you read this chapter, remember that there are plenty of other creators of Hellsing fanfics who would love you to read their stories. Therefore, you are most certainly not limited to my work. Oh, and this chapter really has nothing to do with Hellsing, so don't be alarmed when you reach the end. I assure you that the rest of the chapters have to do with something pertaining to the Hellsing series, however.

That being said...

Disclaimer: All Hellsing characters are creations of and owned by Mr. Kouta Hirano. So, if you didn't quite understand that, they don't belong to me and I am not taking credit for ownership. Thank you for your cooperation, and please, enjoy the show... erm, fanfiction!

It is a semi-quiet, normal school day at Clearview Junior High. All is ordinary, you could say, with the preppies being their normal prissy, money-flashing, popular selves, the wannabe gangstas acting like completely obnoxious fools, the geeks engulfed in some science-fiction conversation to shake the "masses," and of course, there are people like me. The people that aren't exactly any category, a little of all if you like, omitting anything related to hip-hop.

I am friends with some of the preps, are friendly with a few of the geeks, probably considered a nerd myself, and most of my friends are a little punk (or as the unlearned would say, "gothic"), but mostly, my group and I just don't fit in. We're not normal, since weirdness is a common trait among our rare brand of people, but we're not exactly stereotypical. Because of this, we each have our own distinct presence at the lunch table.

There is Adrina, the loudmouthed Italian whose absence is easily perceived, since there is never a dull, or silent, moment when you are around her. There is Trinity, who is probably the most normal out of all, whose obsession with the actor Orlando Bloom has existed for as long as I've known her. There is Desdemona, our manga bookworm, who is known as one of our psychiatrists and is just all around a very "cute" person... unless you get on her bad side. Let's not forget Mirabelle, the "smartest" in our group, whose two sides of the quirky, hyper Mirabelle or the quiet, serious, studious Mirabelle are well known to anyone who knows her from more than just English class. And last but definitely not least, there's Danika, the only blonde in our mini-"cult," who is an avid writer, a Green Day fan, and undoubtedly an "interesting" individual.

Of course, there is me, but you don't really need to know me all that well yet. If you've read the last few paragraphs, you might've sensed that I like to write. Well, just to inform you a little farther, since you might be wondering, I am a fan of the anime/manga series Hellsing. I may not show it outwardly, but if you really get me talking, you'll know that this is one of my favorite series ever.

Anyway, I digress, and the real reason for you to be reading this is because that normal, boring, blah-dee-dah nature that hardly ever emanates "Clearview" was of course, broken. Just by living, every human learns that nothing quiet, even if it's enjoyable, ever lasts, and there is always some sort of chaos around the corner. This chaos, however, comes in the form of whom you might consider fictional, and he wasn't exactly "around the corner." In fact, he was right behind my group's table, watching us from the wall.

"I'm telling you, Prue can kick Phoebe's ass," Adrina blurted out as her and Trin had their normal Charmed fight while eating. Adrina was a full-blown Prue fan, always has been, and probably always will be. However, Trin is in favor of the beloved Phoebe Halliwell, and because of this, the two girls' views differ extremely.

"She can't kick anyone's ass, Adrina. Prue is dead!" Trin reminded smugly, crossing her arms with a smile. "Besides, Phoebe is awesome."

"Phoebe sucks! What kind of respectable person falls in love with a demon?"

"The same kind of person that could kick Prue's ass."

Adrina fumed. "Phoebe could not kick Prue's ass!"

"Uh-huh." Trin resorted to childish wordplay.

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh."

"Nuh-uh!"

I looked to Danika for reassurance. "Does the madness ever stop?"

Danika looked unhopeful, took another bite of her sandwich, and replied, "I don't know. I doubt it."

Of course, Danika and I were the calmer of the six of us, and Desdemona was absorbed in her manga, oblivious to the world. Mirabelle, however, wasn't one to take such nonsense today, and she stood up from her seat, enraged. She slammed her hands to the table and began to vicious reprimand of the bickering fanatics.

"This thing happens every day, you two! When will you learn that it's no use? We're the only table that argues like this on a daily basis, and it's fricken it's annoying! Can't we all just talk about something else and not fight, like normal people?"

"You forgot one minor detail," Adrina retorted smartly, "ain't no one here that's normal."