A/N: Hey! First official chapter!! =) This one basically introduces the characters. I have tried to keep everyone in character... but it's really hard. LOL Anyway please review!! The more you review the more I want to update!! Thanks to all who have reviewed... it means a lot!! So thanks!! Now I hope you like the chapter! R&R =D

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The first day of school had arrived.

Nervous new students hung around near the gates unsure of where to go. Older students went onto the grounds meeting up with friends and sharing the stories of the summer. Most of the students remained outside, wanting to save the last remnants of freedom, but not everyone.

Courtney Davis arrived at the school, and wasted no time in entering the building.

Unlike others of her age she had no interest in gossiping about irrelevant information. With perfect posture and measured steps she entered through the doors and began making her way to her homeroom.

Lockers lined the halls and she couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all. The notice boards were empty, but by the afternoon would be covered in various announcements. She past the office and the trophy cabinet. Home of the schools sporting and academic achievements. Her face smiled up at her from many of the frames, and her name was present on the trophies. Debating, speech, the list went on. She smiled to herself and continued making her way to the room. The air was fresh and smelt clean.

"Not at all like it is going to smell after everyone gets here… Ugh! Some people have no grasp on the term 'personal hygiene'." She scoffed.

The freshly buffed floors squeaked beneath her shoes as she turned the last corner to the room. With her book bag balanced on her shoulder and one hand on the door handle, Courtney turned and looked down the clean hall one more time.

Better remember this Court… You won't ever see it like this again.

She then pushed the door open gently and stepped into the room, but not before hearing a loud…

SCREECH!!!

Gwen Sparks looked down at the floor with a pleased look on her face. Her knee high black boots had just left a lovely mark on the freshly buffed floor. She smiled before leaving a matching one next to it. She once again looked down admiring her handy work.

"Hmm." She smirked. "Adds character."

She then turned around and began making her way to homeroom. The school was slowly beginning to fill with students, but the goth paid little attention. She didn't really have any friends. She had some friends, but not many. She was actually on the lookout for her best friend when she was grabbed into someone's arms. She was about to hit them when they let out a loud whoop and put her down. She turned to see the schools resident party boy Geoff Holden. He gave her a massive smile.

"Last year of school!!" He exclaimed loudly, much to Gwen's chagrin. "It's gonna be awesome huh? WOOHOO!!"

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah. It'll be a riot."

Geoff sensing her sarcasm let her go. He watched as she walked off and scratched his head. He turned around before letting out another "WOOHOO!" He wasn't one to ponder things too long. Life is too short in his opinion. May as well make it a party. He readjusted his cowboy hat before making his way to homeroom… didn't want to be late.

He continued his way down the halls, getting hi-fives from all his friends. He was almost at homeroom when he heard a loud shout and some laughing. Shrugging his shoulders he made his way into the room, and just missed being hit by…

"YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!!!"

The school's resident 'psycho' Isabella (Izzy) Kelly, was tearing down the halls. She had arrived at school and within five minutes of being there had harassed six teachers and countless students. She had messed with the lunch 'lady' and was now on the run from him. She tore down the hall knocking various students over. Books went flying along with pens and paper. The once clean halls were now covered in mess, courtesy of one girl. Izzy continued to flee until she reached a dead end.

Not a wall.

Owen Watson.

She knew that she couldn't knock him out of the way and neither could Chef. So she did the only thing that made sense. Izzy continued racing towards Owen, before flipping over him with a call of "BONZAI!!" and rushing around another corner and out of sight.

Owen stood there stupefied until Chef arrived not a moment later. Seeing that his prey had eluded him, he turned around before heading back to the cafeteria muttering about psycho maggots and how he would never have children. Owen laughed before making his way to homeroom. He passed chattering students, and rap music coming from a large boom box. And the person in the middle of it all? Why none other than…

"LeShawna baby and don't you forget it!"

LeShawna Sparrow and her friends were gathered around the boom box as it continued to belt out loud rap music. The group was showing off their moves, though none so smoothly as LeShawna. The beat was good and the moves were fluid. She could dance better than none other. And certainly a lot better than clumsy girl who just stacked it over her own feet in front of them.

Bridgette Summers stood up and dusted herself off and continued making her way to homeroom. She sighed at her clumsiness, but continued on regardless with a smile on her face. She reached the door to the class at the same time as two other students. She smiled at them, and opened the door. They smiled at her and squealed, before making their way into the room.

The surfer rolled her eyes at the two. Constantly joined at the hip... she didn't know how they did it. The two found a seat near each other and continued their previous conversation. She wasn't sure how Katie Rose and Sadie Meminger managed it. Bridgette looked around the room and didn't know anyone. She chose a seat in front of Katie and stared at the clock waiting for the class to actually start.

Ezekiel Gruber was at the office. He didn't want school to start. He had been home schooled until last year when he was forced to come to Wawanakwa High. He was told it was for his own good.

"Own good… yeah right…"

He had said a few sexist comments at the beginning of last year and was still paying for them. He hadn't known any better and had apologised, but was unable to get through to the one person he feared the most…

Eva Peters was making her way down the halls, sneering at anyone who got in her way. Everyone moved to the sides to avoid her and her stare. Being the school bully had its advantages. She got what she wanted and she didn't have trouble from the teachers. They were just as scared of her as the other students were. She continued making her way towards the room. When she arrived she was about to open the door when another person cut her off. She was about to give them a knuckle sandwich until she saw that it was…

Justin Edwards.

He smiled at Eva and opened the door. She swooned as he walked through. As he walked into the room he heard various sighs. Katie and Sadie were staring at him, and Bridgette was also mesmerised by his looks. Actually all the girls in the room were. He smiled and gave a wink causing Katie to faint. He made his way to a desk, where Eva pulled his chair out for him. He smiled, and leant back in his seat.

It's good to be king…

The King of Song made his way down the halls. He hadn't given himself that nickname, but had instead been given it by his various fan girls. One would think that a senior guy couldn't have fan girls, but Trent Robertson proved them wrong.

He didn't actually want hordes of girls following him around.

He wasn't Justin.

But his crooning voice and his skill with guitar made him a popular choice for a crush. Last valentines he had so many cards he didn't know what to do with them. Despite having girls following him, Trent didn't have a girlfriend. He promised himself he would wait for the right girl. This didn't suit many of the school's female population. But it especially didn't suit Heather Hepburn.

Heather was the school's Queen Bee and would gladly admit it. She was popular amongst the guys because of her looks and her clothes… well lack thereof.

Heather made her way through the throng of students rushing through the halls on her way to class. She was flanked on both sides. To her left was Lindsay Hart, her right Beth Middleton.

The two girls were the perfect allies.

Dependable and clueless.

Beth was desperate to be popular and was willing to do anything to get it. And Lindsay? Well let's say her dress size was higher than her IQ. The three girls made their way down the halls and into the homeroom. Heather looked at the group of students already in the room. After analysing them all she couldn't help but scoff. The majority of them were total losers in her eyes. Especially…

Noah Scott.

The bookworm sat quietly at his desk, his nose buried in a book. He looked up for a moment to witness Heather boss around her two lackeys and get a seat in the middle of the room. He rolled his eyes before returning to his book.

Books offered knowledge, and everyone knows that knowledge equals power.

So for this reason Noah thought of himself as the smartest person in his year, rivalled only by Courtney Davis. The two of them had been competing over grades since the day they met. On the grades of last year they were even, but both were itching to get back into the game, and see who could beat the other one once and for all. A large BANG sounded through the room as the resident 'ladies man' tumbled to the floor. Sitting on his back was Izzy who had finally made it to homeroom.

Cody Smith sat up after Izzy got off of him. Normally you would be mad if someone slammed you into the floor, but not Cody. He was just happy to actually have contact with a girl. The self-confessed ladies man was not as successful in his endeavours as his title would claim. He made his way to an empty desk and found himself sitting next to his best friend.

Harold Burnes.

He turned and hi-fived Cody when he sat down. The scrawny guy with the 'mad skills' struck up conversation with his friend about the summer. He was so enthralled in the retelling of his time at Steve's Magic Camp that he didn't notice the entrance of the school's very own lovable jock.

Devon Joseph (DJ) was the school's quarterback and was loved by all. He made his way to the empty desk beside Geoff Holden and the two struck up conversation. DJ was great friends with Geoff as they were both on the team. They hung out a lot after school and DJ was invited to all the parties. The two of them were the coolest guys to be friends with. If you were friends with them you had it made. And luckily for him, Tyler Sadler was considered a friend.

Tyler was a jock.

Well… a wannabe jock. He tried hard at every sport he did… but most of the time failed.

He burst into his homeroom with one minute to spare. He smirked at the two guys before going to an empty desk near the front of the room. Tyler caught Lindsay's eye and sent her a wink. She giggled and was about to respond, when Heather elbowed her. She didn't look in his direction again.

The second hand was slowly ticking away and there was still one empty seat near the front of the room. The bell rang signifying the start of class, but no teacher came. A minute later and the students were wondering what was going on. Conversation was just picking up when the door burst open. Everyone quieted down thinking it was the teacher, but was met instead by…

Duncan Winters.

The resident bad boy, and the thorn in the side of the school's reputation… Which is exactly how he liked it. He looked around the room before fixing Harold with a glare. He then made his way to the only available seat…

The one next to Courtney Davis.

When he sat down her posture stiffened. He chuckled at her before purposely slouching down lower. He smirked when he heard her aggravated huff, and watched as she straightened up even further. He was about to make a comment when the door burst open again.

A man in his early thirties stepped through. He shut the door and made his way to the desk. He stood at the front of the room and fixed everyone with a smirk. His eyes glinted with mischief before he decided to address the class.

"Whaddup?"

A few of the guys chuckled at the teacher's laidback style, while Courtney huffed once again.

"First day of the last year huh? Well all I can say is… Sucks to be you!"

This statement got much eye rolling, and a look of shock and exasperation from Courtney. Duncan chuckled at her obvious discomfort with such a relaxed teacher. The teacher began searching through papers before pulling out the roll.

"We should probably check if you guys are all here. Wouldn't want to lose you guys."

Courtney raised her hand straight in the air attracting his attention.

"Umm sir? Before you do the roll, don't you think it would be right to let us know your name?"

Duncan scoffed at Courtney and she glared at him. The teacher let out a chuckle and leaned on his desk. He smirked and eyed his students.

"McClean. Mr Chris McClean."