Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs, I am certainly not Bill Lawrence.


I've been here three hours, and I've already figured who's who of this social popularity nonsense. There are the poplar folk, you know, the ones who bribe the P.E teachers to get into top set and are far from nice and seem to live off the word, Oh My God or OMG! One day I tried counting. And lost count after about two periods but then again, I was stalking them like creep. When I talk to others about it, I say it was a dare. But only you and I know the truth. That it wasn't. There are also the nerds. They're pretty scaring with the high IQs. How on earth do they memorise words, I can't spell banana. I used to spell in 'bananana'. Now Shane and I run down the corridors screaming 'ban-na-na-naaaa'. Oh the good times. Apart from that we are split in two groups the nerds, geeks, weirdos and the cheerleaders, jocks and some jerks and you cannot, I repeat cannot be in between. This is high school for you.

Okay. Chill. I'm not going to mess this up; otherwise I'll be sorted with the weird kids. Just like being put in Slytherin when you want to be in Gryffindor with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and the ginger freak who I can relate to. Apart from the fact (If you haven't guessed yet) I am a girl. I am a freakin' girl for crying out loud.

I look down at my watch. Crap. I'm fifteen minutes late for my history lesson and I have no idea where I am. All the doors and corridors look so alike it's dead confusing. I might have walked past my history room 3 times.

10 minutes later.

Wow. I am actually standing outside history. I've made it. And it only took me twenty-five minutes to do so. I really should open the door before I get a late mark.

'You must be Jade Dawson' someone said,

Well no, I'm Lord Voldemort. Hahaha, Mould-e-mort.

'Yes' I say and then I realise I was staring at the creepiest teacher I've ever seen.

You cannot take your eyes of his sunken face even though you are desperate to avert them.

'You'll be seated next to, Shane Davis'.

Yes. Praise the Lord. A human being that I can actually tolerate.

'Wait, that doesn't say Shane Davis'.

Why doesn't it say Shane Davis, you blind bat.

'Tyler Sullivan'

How is 'Tyler Sullivan in anyway similar to Shane Davis. He shouldn't be allowed to teach. Why do I have to sit next Tyler the retarded, idiot-.

He is drop dead gorgeous.


Author's Note

The next chapter will be longer and this story is co-authored so the next chapter will be written by the other author but to be posted on the same account so we will write alternate chapters. My chapters of Blazers will be posted on Saturdays OR Sundays and the other author will post their chapters of Blazers on Wednesdays OR Thursdays. Happy reading.

E.R.B