Sorry if the prologue was boring, didn't have enough time to go through it. Anyways, back to the story.

It was a peaceful morning. The birds were singing their songs; the wind blew calmly into my window. I was having a peaceful sleep on my bed. I was out of energy after last night, spending a ton of time on recording some Firewings. It was exhausting work, trying to keep your followers entertained. I guess it's a good thing that I get on my reports and studying done as soon as I get home.

I heard the birds outside the window, chirping, and felt the breeze of the cool air go over my scales. It felt nice, due to the fact that it felt like sleeping in paradise.

RING!

I jolted awake; hitting my head on the bedroom ran. I yelped in pain and fell back onto my bed with a muffled thud. I clutched my head for a couple seconds before the pain dulled a little. I opened my eyes a little to see a line of red on one of the fan blades. There goes my peaceful morning, I thought while getting out of bed, again. I blinked a couple of times to adjust to the light.

My room. It's not the cleanest room in the world, but probably the messiest. Electric chords ran around my room, making a black outline of the corners of the blue room. If you weren't careful, you could probably trip on the cables running through the middle of the room. You could possibly get electrocuted too. Happened to me once, it wasn't fun in the slightest.

I turned on my dim bedroom light and headed to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw my plain own self. I then looked up to see a big cut on my forehead.

Why did this have to happen on the last day of high school, I thought while getting a rag to clean up my wound. I turned on the faucet and drenched the rag in water. Putting the rag on my forehead, I cleaned up the blood oozing out of the cut and placed a bandage on it. I looked in the mirror, looking satisfied and went back to my bedroom, avoiding to trip on any wires.

I remade my bed for tomorrow and grabbed my school bag and headed out of my room, only to run into my little brother, Darkcatcher. He ran into me and yelped. Then jumping back, he gave me a scowl.

"Watch it!" he told me with a scowl.

"Like I was the one to run my brother," I responded, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. When I entered, I saw my mom, Midnight, and my dad, Preyslayer, sitting at the table.

"Hello," I told them. Preyslayer just scowled while Midnight just nodded, not paying any attention. I grabbed a orange from the fridge at leaned against the counter. While peeling it, Darkcatcher just looked at me with a disgusted look. "How can you eat that," he spat out the last word as if were a piece of rotten meat.

"For one," I started to lecture. "It's really healthy for you. Also, this stuff can make you grow strong, considering you got nothing to show off," I grinned. Darkcatcher just looked at me with a hateful look. Ignoring the look he was giving me, I started to eat the fruit.

I looked at the clock in the kitchen, saying it was 7:45. My eyes widened in shock. "Got to go," I yelled hurriedly as I bolted out the front door. None of my family bothered to tell me goodbye as I got into my car. I threw the bag in the back and rushed into the driver seat to get the car started.

The car I drove was normal sedan. I didn't want to anything too nice; otherwise my classmates would raise suspicion, wondering how I got the money to buy an expensive car. If you didn't have anything fancier than the football players (who have rich parents) they wouldn't bug you about it. I didn't want them to torture me, asking why I have a fancier car than them, so I just bought this used car and drove it to school.

I turned on the ignition, making the engine roar to life. I grinned when I heard the engine, it cancelled out any stress I would have at the end of school. I stomped the gas, making it accelerate out of the driveway. I glanced back at my family; Darkcatcher was already out of school and was sitting on the couch, watching something with gore in it. My parents were at the table, either eating or looking at the newspaper. The scene didn't really surprise me, it was a routine that happened in the morning.

I put the car into drive and sped through the neighborhood. As I sped through the street, some dragons looked at me with concerned looks, probably wondering why I was going 50mph on a 20mph speed zone.

I started to slow down when I reached a pale white house. It was a decent size, one story house. I looked at the front door, expecting to see someone come out, and I was right. An fairly big IceWing came rushing out the house, leaving the door open. A bigger IceWing came out of the door and starting yelling at the smaller IceWing, but he just ignored the IceWings commands. This was my friend, Celsius or Cel for short. He had white and blue scales that sparkled

Celsius dove into the car and quickly put his seat belt on. He then threw his pack in the back of the car and gave a sigh.

"Where were you?" he asked me.

"Alarm didn't go off," I shrugged and he just gave me a small nod. I then stepped on the gas, heading to the highs school. It was a quiet ride before Cel broke the silence all of the sudden.

"Post new vid?" he asked. I nodded and just kept my eyes on the road. "I wonder how many people at school saw it."

"Probably not many," I responded. "I posted it around midnight, so many dragons should have been asleep."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," he suddenly said in a loud voice. He looked at me with a concerned with a suspicious face. "You said you were up until midnight?"

"Yeah," I told him, bluntly. Why did he care if I was up until that time, I thought to myself as we approached the school.

"Dude, you need to get more sleep," he told me.

I just sighed. "Here we go again," I muttered. I then saw he school "Well, we arrived, thankfully."

Just as I said that, the bell rang, making school in session. "Sh*t!" was all I managed to say before I was parking the car and turning the ignition off. Cel and I grabbed our bags and bolted into to school, whizzing past the front office. We both headed off towards our homerooms as we heard the secretary yell "No running!" to us, but ignored it.

I went up to the next level of the building and found my homeroom pretty quickly. I then realized that I was still going pretty very fast and I was flying a few feet in the air. I lowered myself down and slammed my talons into the ground, only to send me tumbling towards the door.

This is not good, I thought to myself as I slammed into the door. The force broke the door and we both went flying into the classroom. I fell to the ground, but the door went flying into the wall, causing it to shatter on impact. Tiny pieces of wood went flying around the room, hitting some of my classmates in the snout. Some of them yelled in shock, others just sat there, glaring at me.

I got up from the floor, and felt something grab my shoulder. I turned around to see my teacher sneering at me. I backed a little, putting my eyes to the ground, so his eyes couldn't look into my soul. My teacher is Quickthinker, a NightWing like me, except a lot grumpier. Half the time, I think it's because he didn't want to teach a bunch of teenage dragonets.

"What in three moons did you do!" he yelled at me.

"I was running late, so I had speed through the hallways," I explained to him nervously. "It wasn't until a couple seconds ago that I realized I was gliding through the hallways. I tried to stop myself, but I only made it worse."

He just sighed, but still kept his glare on me. "You're going to pay for a new door." I nodded and he walked back to his desk. "And clean up this mess," he waved at the tiny pieces of timber all over the floor.

"Yes, sir," was I managed. I went back towards the closet, where we kept all of the cleaning supplies. On my way back, I heard a SeaWing snicker at me. Two SkyWings were whispering and pointing at me, smiling like I was a clown. When I got towards the back, a SandWing stuck his foot out, causing me to trip over.

When I slammed into the ground, the whole room roared in laughter. I got up and looked back towards my classmates. The SandWing who tripped was high fiving a bulky MudWing. Three female RainWings were pointing at me and giggling. I turned back to the closet and opened it. I grabbed the broom and headed back towards the front of the room.

As I started to clean up the mess I made, my teacher moved away from his desk, and towards me. I glanced up at him and continued to sweep the floor. He didn't talk, but just watched intently

A couple minutes later, I finally got the broken pieces of the door picked up. I put the cleaning supplies back into the closet and headed to my desk. As I sat down, a IceWing leaned and whispered into my ear. "I have never seen someone mess up that bad." I didn't bother looking at him as he went back, looking at the teacher.

The rest of class was just Mr. Quickthinker congratulating us on our year as seniors. It was a long, boring speech, but it was quite motivation. I looked at my class a couple times during his speech, and saw a bored looking SandWing and a sleeping RainWing. I just shook my head in disbelief, wondering how the others around me made it.

Class was soon over and Quickthinker beckoned me over to his desk. I got out of my desk and approached nervously, wondering what else he wanted.

"I need you to pay up," he said in a cold voice. I nodded and got my wallet out of my backpack. I started to take out money, unaware that my teacher was gaping at all the money I was pulling out.

When I got to the amount needed, I put my wallet in my pocket and gave him the money. When I saw his shocked expression, I was confused. Was he really surprised that I made any money at all. Before he could ask questions, I hurried out of the room. I sighed in relief of being out of the first class, now all I had to do was wait until the next eight classes were over.

This is going to be a long day, I thought to myself as I walked down the hallway to the next class, wondering what will happen when the long summer break starts up.