It's not as long as I would have wished it to be, but I figured I'd post it now anyway. Sorry all Kurda fans, his part isn't in here yet, but it will definately be in the next one! So for now, enjoy the adventures of Arrow, Larten, Darren and Mika. I promise to get the next chapter better!

Review replies! (I've missed those :3 )

Blade: I know, I'm evil right? XD

love2talk96: Yes, Larten is gonna have a huge problem with that. :/ But he'll manage... in the end... maybe. I think I have been most cruel to Larten of all, as you will see in the next chapters. And if I had Paris as SS teacher I would love it even more, I mean, he was there! XD

CarlisleCullenIsMyHomeboy12: Hehe, I hope I can keep up to your expectations^^

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DS characters, but the rest is all mine. I think. Don't sue me if I missed something. Any reference to real people, events and places(If you actually have a teacher you would like to see in this fic, or maybe a person, I mean there are lots of people in the school, you can write that in your review,and I might take it into consideration) are pure randomly and used for entertainment purposes only.

Reviews would be nice, but I am not begging for them. ^^ Just write something if you like.
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Elena


-"So class, today we welcome two more students…" Mrs Wilson pushed her large glasses a bit up her nose when she peered down at the paper. " 'Arrow….' hmm, how curious, they must have forgot to write down his last name. Arrow and Larten Crepsley." Some giggles spread in the classroom over the weird names. She gave the class a tired look. "They should be here any moment. Be nice to them please, and make them feel welcome here on Thompson high. Now please open your textbo-"she was interrupted by the door opening and the two new students walking in.

The shorter of the two entered the room with fast treads, taking in the classroom with an authorial gaze, meeting the others looks coolly. The tall ginger haired teenager next to him stayed half a step behind and looked at the class with a kind of pained expression on his face. The silence after the door had shut remained for quite a long uncomfortable time, before Mrs Wilson cleared her throat.

-"You are …Arrow and Larten I presume?" The boys nodded but said nothing. "Where are your books?"
The short boy spoke for the first time, his voice calm and seemingly a little...disturbed. Like he wasn't used to being bossed around.
-"We only recently arrived here in town and haven't had the time to buy any books." He fell silent, like the case was finished thereby. Mrs Wilson cleared her throat again.

-"Well, would you like to introduce yourselves to the class?"

-"No."
After two seconds of astonished silence giggles and whispers spread through the class. The teacher turned red with indignation and she fiddled with her papers. Arrow just stared straight ahead and didn't react.

-"T-then you can sit down… Which one of you is Larten?" The ginger boy nodded reluctantly. "You can sit with Kyle." A boy with glasses sitting by the window looked up from his playstation and grinned so his uneven teeth showed. The young former-vampire sat down without a word.
-"Arrow, you can sit with Meredith and Stephen." The teacher nodded to the middle row of three benches, already occupied for two-thirds by a blond boy with a jeans jacket and a girl with cowboy boots and red-brown hair. They eyed the newcomer with curious gazes as he sat down between them.
-"Kyle and Meredith, lend Larten and Arrow your textbooks please. Now class, open at page 8, we will start off with some grammar."

The class let out a unison sound of boredom and the flapping of pages was heard as twenty-eight textbooks we opened. Arrow was lost in thought and didn't seem to listen at all, but the red-haired girl, Meredith, poked him in the side.

-"Hey, textbook's over here." She smiled a little and showed him the page. "At least pretend you're listening."

On the other side of the classroom Larten felt something bump against the back of his head and turned around, slightly annoyed. A bunch of boys sitting in the corner spreading their legs over both tables and chairs grinned.
-"Hey ginger, used carrot-juice to dye your hair?" One of the mouthed and the others burst out in silent laughter. Larten turned red and stared down in the book before him, imagining he could read the strange tokens displayed on the paper.
But no matter how hard he tried their secret kept hidden.


-"I had almost forgotten what…pansies…. Humans are." Mika snorted as they climbed the stairs to their classroom. Darren gave him a half-amused half-annoyed look.

-"At least they don't eat bats for breakfast." He jokingly tried to enlighten his dark companions' mood, but the gloomy boy just gave him a look that made sure he wouldn't try joking again soon.

-"So, where are we going?" the former prince asked coldly, making no effort to find out for himself. Darren sighed and looked around.

-"Classroom 35, maths…. Hmm…that should be over here." He went over to a door, peeked inside and made a gesture to Mika to follow him before entering cautiously. The room had grey walls, a grey roof and the teacher standing in front of the class appeared to be as colourless as his surroundings. His hair was a pale undefined colour; he had a grey suit that seemed to big for his thin body and a face you forgot the moment after seeing it. Darren recognised the type from his own school days and shivered.

-"Ah, you must be the new students. I am Richtwells…George Richtwells, your math teacher." The man said in a tone as boring as if he was talking about the weather. "Now if you would be so kind…." He made a gesture towards the benches.

Mika glared at him, already wishing he could order the guy to be dragged to the hall of death because of his annoying voice, but then turned his eyes to the classroom. Most of the benches were taken, and Darren had already sat down in the far end of the classroom, next to a boy with blond hair and purple hood, obviously choosing a place as far away from the teacher as possible. The black-haired teenager made a mental note to himself to remind Darren that unless he wanted to face severe consequences, they would sit together all lessons henceforth. Not that he needed Darren…of course not. But the youngster should show respect by staying by his side.
There were three empty places left, two in the very front of the classroom and one by the window to the right, next to a girl with reddish hair and a black top eyeing him with interest. Choosing quickly between the teacher and the red-hair he went over to the window place and dumped himself on the chair without giving her another look.
-"So, what's your name?"
Mika ignored her and looked out the window, the sun shone bright and the sky was blue. Becoming human wouldn't have been that bad… if he had been able to enjoy it. He had been in the mountain for so long he had almost forgotten the sight of daylight sky.

-"Um…your name..?"
With a grumpy face he turned around to face his annoying bench partner, snapping. "What??"

She looked a little taken back and frowned.

-"I just thought you could say you-

-"Silence please." The teachers' thin voice drifted through the classroom. "Today we'll start with quadratic equations. Who can tell me what the difference is between a quadratic equation and an ordinary one? Yes miss Dewand."

The redheaded girl answered, still with a slight tone of annoyance in her voice.

-"A quadratic equation is recognised by that it is written in the form ax2 +bx+c=0." She oened her mathbooks and her attitude made it clear she had no intention to share them with the unpolite newcomer.

-"Very good. Now if we look at the curve of a quadratic…"
Mika had already stopped listening, as had the majority of the class.

On the other side of the room, Darren was drawing figures on his benchmates' notebook, and they started a game of hangman.

V A _ P_ _ E _ O_T AIN
-"I bet you won't get that one." He grinned.

Outside, the sun rose higher and higher.