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Guest (Sorta): Well, half the points go to you again. 75.

ChelJosh: Yeah, I got into Green Day in the 6th grade. 75 points to you.

jjmmmmmmlol: I do.

Alright, let's get this started.

It was dark again. The sound of metal on metal was very prominent, as River and Moon were the only ones in the entire dungeon, as the ones arrested for treason (as in all of them) were released as soon as Rebeldes took control.

The lights came on, revealing Rebeldes holding two trays of gray slop known as food, and a gun in his back pocket. He slid the trays in the "doggy door" and then shot a bullet through the bars.

"Wake up!" He said holding total authority.

This obviously woke both River and Moon up, and they crawled to their trays.

"You know, I like see you crawling like the scum you are. I heard this one before: 'politics'. Derived from two words: 'poly' meaning 'many', and 'tics' meaning 'blood sucking parasites.'"

They didn't laugh, of course, as they were too busy focusing on their "food."

"Geez, tough crowd. Now, let's get down to business with your daughter."

This made both River and Moon shoot up like a firework on the fourth of July.

"You see, I have an army, of course, of Mewmans. However, they are weak. That's why I have my army of monsters. They'll find your daughter. Eventually. And when they do, consider her well as dead."

"You-" River started, but didn't finish.

Rebeldes shot right at River's feet.

"Shut the fuck up. We start looking now. Yvgeny!"

Time Skip Quote: He was in the backseat of his car, which is why he couldn't see his steering wheel.

"Alright, we have everything set up, meaning you just follow Marco."

Mrs. Diaz had made sure Star and Marco had all classes together so no extra confusion could take place.

"Alright! Thank you, Mrs. Diaz!" Star responded thankfully.

"You're welcome, hun." Mrs. Diaz responded. "Now get on the bike, you need to get going."

Star ran through the front door, meeting Marco at the bike.

"Hey, we're 5 minutes off schedule. We'll be lucky if we get there with 2 minutes to spare, so bike fast."

She nodded and got on the bike.

They started pedaling, and after 30 seconds, Marco started asking questions.

"So, you just called me cute and went upstairs. That isn't exactly a name. So what is your name?"

"Star. Star Butterfly."

"Alright, that's a start, now, what happened exactly?"

Star stopped pedaling, causing Marco to hesitate a bit.

"My bad."

"No, it's alright, it's just that I'm not comfortable talking about it yet. Hell, I don't fully understand what happened."

"Damn. Must be tough."

"Yeah." Star looked down and started pedaling again.

10 minutes later, they were there.

"Ah shit, we got 1 minute. Better hurry.

First Period

"Ah, the cornerstone of any non-curricular setup, World History." Marco said, trying to amp it up for Star.

"Yeah, it's mostly boring."

"So, continuing on the Industrial Revolution, can anyone tell me any of the important things that came out of this?"

Star raised her hand half a second before Marco.

"Louis Pasteur's Vaccine, Alfred Nobel, the namesake of the Nobel Peace Prize I love to add, and Alexander Graham Bell making the telephone."

Marco was a bit surprised, but Mr. Watson, their teacher, was delighted.

"Well, this class isn't going to be so boring after all. And yes, those were actually the three things I was looking for." His voiced drowned out as Star looked over at Marco.

"Whatever you think you can do, I can do better, Diaz." She whispered sarcastically, followed by a toothy grin.

"Whatever."

Second Period

"Well, you're stuck with my electives. So, we go to speech."

Mrs. Sweet started the class off.

"Alright, here's somewhat of a challenge. I need you to write a speech for me in the next 30 minutes. The other 30 minutes will be presenting. Begin now."

"This'll be easy. I'll write it on how putting the milk in before the cereal is communist." Marco thought to himself.

"And that's why putting the milk in before the cereal is communist."

"Good job Marco. You always are able to make a dull argument interesting. The way you speak is just so... amazing for someone your age. Alright! Who wants to go next?" Mrs. Sweet said.

Star raised her hand very quick.

"Alright, Star! Make a good first impression."

Star walked up with her paper.

"This is a paper I turned in for my last school. I decided to re-write it and submit it in, if it counts, Mrs. Sweet." Star looked at Mrs. Sweet, who nodded in approval.

"Alright. So, let's direct our attention towards a band everyone hates for no reason: Coldplay. I don't know why everyone hates them, especially their 2008 single, 'Viva la Vida'. Many believed it was about the French Revolution, but I believe it was about the Last Supper, and the events leading to Jesus's Crucifixion."

She went on about specific lyrics, how Saint Peter denied Jesus, and how somehow meaningless lyrics meant giant gestures.

"And, while people talk French Revolution, I talk Jesus." Star finished.

"Well Star," Mrs. Sweet said, "I think I'd like to see a debate between you and Marco."

"Whatever you think you can do, I can do better, Diaz." She whispered, this time sticking out her tongue. Marco did the same.

Third Period

"The most boring class. Health."

You really don't need to read this. This is boring. You see, I base this off my own high school schedule, and, well, that class is boring.

Fourth Period

"Now this, I know you can't beat me in. I can do just about everything. Geometry."

"It's just shapes, Marco."

"It's more complicated than that!"

"Well, today we're doing our test. Star-" Mrs. Johnson asked.

"Trust me- I've got it." Star said, slurring the "I've got it", leaning back in her chair.

The test took around 20 minutes. For Marco, that is. It took Star 10.

Then it was time for lunch.

They sat alone at a table, as Marco wanted to get acquainted with Star.

"So, why are you so interested in bringing me down?" Asked Marco, seeming deflated.

"I just wanna piss you off a bit." Star said, laughing sarcastically.

"Well I don't like it."

"You're supposed to?"

"Alright!" Marco said, frustrated. "So, what do you think happened with you."

For safe measure, he grabbed a box of tissues.

"Well, it started yesterday, ironically enough."

Time Skip Quote: He was in the backseat of his car, which is why he couldn't see his steering wheel.

"We're in the living room, watching Hell's Kitchen, as we usually do. We missed last week's episode and we were catching up on Hulu. There was a knock at the door, and my dad got it. I plugged in my headphones and started listening to my music, and I hear nothing. Next thing I know, I my phone explodes. I was confused, until I looked up, face to face to a 6'5" Mexican with a gun.

"He kept talking about torture. I remember some words clearly."

"I think mental torture is much better than physical."

"To make a long story short, he was going to kill me in order to torture my parents. However, the dumbass led me straight to the door."

"Any last words?" He asked, not noticing the front door behind me.

"Don't lead your prey to the front door."

"I ran away, and into the first car I saw, which was your parents'. They took me here, and here I stand."

Time Skip Quote: He was in the backseat of his car, which is why he couldn't see his steering wheel.

"Well, does that answer any questions?"

Marco was using the same box of tissues he was going to use for Star.

"I UndErstAnd." He said, shakily.

Fifth Period

"Well, P.E. is just basketball. However, it does allow me to make some moves."

"What, are you halfway decent?"

"No, I suck! It's just that my crush, a heavenly creature known as Jackie Lynn Thomas is in this class!"

"Why do you say her middle name?"

"Her name is Jackie Lynn."

"But there's no dash. So is it her middle name or not?"

"Shut up."

The teacher, Ms. Bunson, took role and threw out the basketballs. Marco went to walking as Star started shooting.

Star watched from afar as he tried to talk to Jackie.

"You know, they'd make a cute couple."

She shot again, this time making it off of the glass.

"But Starco is cuter."

Marco eventually got drowned out by Jackie's other friends, and quit. He then joined Star to play basketball.

"I saw what happened." Star said.

"Happens everyday. Get used to it." Marco said unenthusiastically.

Star kept shooting away, making 8 out of every 10 baskets.

"Hey, can I shoot?" Marco asked, discouraged.

"Sure."

He got the ball, and just shot normally, but with a change. He hadn't shot in a month, but for whatever reason, the shot went in.

"What?" Both him and Star said at the same time.

"Play me in a 3 point shootout. Now." Star demanded, wanting to beat him.

To make a long story short.

Star makes her last shot. Wins.

"Whatever you think you can do? I can do better." Star said, this time blowing a kiss.

Sixth Period

"God, this is the boring period. I always sleep."

"Let's sleep then."

"I love that idea."

Marco fell asleep around 20 minutes into class. Mr. Martin did not notice for the most part.

Star fell asleep around the same time.

Marco had the most peculiar dream.

It just jumped him in, to him and Star slow dancing, casual clothes, in a casual location. It then jump cut to him and Star just cuddling in bed.

He accepted it.

"Mr. Diaz! Ms. Butterfly!"

They both darted up, causing some commotion from other students.

"Is this a joint effort?"

Seventh Period

"Well, you got us off with no detention, don't know how you did it."

"Yeah, the author doesn't either."

Marco just stood there confused.

It was English, and Mrs. Hipkins was in the middle of To Kill A Mockingbird.

They both sat and watched the time tick by.

And it was done. The first day of school together, done.

They didn't know this would be so significant in eachother's lives.

Time Skip Quote: He was in the backseat of his car, which is why he couldn't see his steering wheel.

"Rebeldes!" A thick Russian accent responded.

"Yes, Yvgeny!" Rebeldes responded.

"I have a new employee." Yvgeny responded.

"Oh, who is it?" Rebeldes responded. However, he didn't get a response, as he heard a Tom Rider-esque voice.

"Hey! For a guy, you clean up nice. The name's Tom."

That was long. I needed a long chapter to clear some things up.

2000 points for whoever can get the time skip quote. No half credit, you have to get it. If you google it, I will know.

Alright! Thanks for reading.

I'm off to disprove Newtonian physics. Buh-bye!