First, and foremost, thank you to everyone who applied. Choosing was tough, even though, I'm not done with the characters yet. I will give a special thank you to Riana Salvatore, who suggested I do this chapter, and has helped me, even if she doesn't know it.
Also, not everyone has appeared yet. However, at lunch time, more characters will be introduced.
Chapter 1
The lyrics to Mumford and Sons, I Will Wait were coming out of Ryley Shane's headphones, as he entered his first, and only year at William McKinley High School. He also walked in with pride, and his Coombs Academy Letterman Jacket on. He didn't didn't care that the blue and white wasn't the red and black, which were the school colors here.
What he did care about was finding his classes on time, and his locker number.
That was when he ran into a boy who had short brown hair and bluish gray eyes. From what Ryley had observed he was about six feet and an athletic build. He also noticed the Varsity Letterman Jacket. He figured he wouldn't be that hard to get along with.
"I'm Ryley Shane," Ryley introduces himself, as he pulls the headphones down over his neck, as he was trying to get the other boys attention.
"Wesley O'Connor, but call me Wes," the other boy finally tells him, and then looks Ryley in his brown eyes, and then looks back down the hallway.
"You know where Geology is?" Ryley asks, when he finally knows that he has the other boys attention. Then goes back to scanning the hallways.
"I do actually," Wes tells him, as the two boys begin to walk in the direction, in which, Ryley had assumed was the Geology room. He hoped it was anyways. Than that was when the flier caught Ryley's attention. The flier for the Glee club.
"Hey check it out," Ryley announces, as he stops, and reads the flier to himself.
"What is it? Besides, weren't you looking for the Geology room?" questions Wes, as it appeared that he was annoyed that Ryley had stopped to check out the flier of whatever it was.
"Glee club sign ups," Ryley announces happily, as if it were the best idea. Wes thought otherwise.
"Umm. No," Wes tells Ryley, as though, he was offended, and shows that he would rather head to class instead. Not that he wanted to be in class, but that was aside the point. Glee club wasn't his thing. Football, and baseball were. Oh, and wanting to join the United States Air Force after he graduated, but that, was something he didn't want the school to know. He didn't want to called the Next Noah Puckerman, who had been very known in this school before he ever stood foot here, and he could still remember reading about it in the Gazette.
"By lunchtime, you'll change your mind," Ryley announces, bringing Wes, back into the reality of McKinley hallways.
"I doubt it," Wes tells Ryley in uncertainty, as the bell, now telling them that they are late goes off, and the last minute students, such as themselves, scatter about to get to their class before their teachers give them detention on the first day of school.
A couple of minutes later, Ryley had stepped into his Geology classroom, and only found one bench left to sit at. He also discovered that he was late.
"Ryley Shane, I assume," called a male's voice. He couldn't have been much over his thirties. Looked like he belonged in California in surfing tournaments, instead, of here in this crumby old dusty classroom. His hair, a perfect blond, and his eyes were as blue as blue as they could get. No. Ryley wasn't in love with the teacher, but it was the only way he could mentally describe him.
"Yes, sir," Ryley announces to his Geology teacher.
"Next time, show up on time. For now, sit beside Layla, in the back of the room," the teacher tells him, and he does, as he says, and heads to the back of the room. In the mean time, thinking about what he said to Wes, about changing his mind to join glee club.
Layla, not only reminded him of that song by Eric Clapton, which, would be the easiest way for him to remember her name. She would also be his assigned seat buddy. He smiled at her, and pretended to not be interested in talking. He was however, thinking, about her being his study buddy, even though, he was a senior, and he guessed that she was under that.
"Alright, an essay on Fossils and Paleontology, eight paragraphs, and double spaced, due on Monday," Mr. Hansen, announces, as the bell rings, and everyone gets up, and heads for their lockers. Secretly for Ryley, that would be a easy. Heck, he could probably get it all done tonight.
You're a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter's night Ryley sang the words of REO Speedwagon, as he headed towards the library. Not really knowing what that would do, since, he had no reason to head there. He didn't need any books.
"Hey wait up!" he heard Wes, as he was about to enter the library.
"I changed my mind. I think I might be interested in that glee club, but only, because you are," Wes tells Ryley.
"Good. Meet in the courtyard today at lunch," Ryley tells Wes, as he backs out of the entry way of the library.
"Why the courtyard?" Wes asks curiously, as students walk by, and enter the library.
"Because, you and I, are going to recruit some students into this glee club," Ryley tells Wes, as though, he had had this idea all morning, from the moment he was the flier.
"I don't know. I'm not so sure about this singing in front of the school thing," Wes answers back, as they finally walk away from the library, so they could attempt getting to class on time. In which, Ryley wanted to this time, so he could get a seat up front.
"Well, you had better get used to it. We're doing this, whether we make asses of ourselves, or not," Ryley tells Wes, as the first warning bell of second class goes off.