Has it really been a whole YEAR?! For those who really read this and enjoy it I'm terribly sorry. I had my phone stolen which is how I write this and got a new one but everything was gone. I had about another 3 chapters but was too upset to start over. But I'M BACK! And I'll try my best to crank these babies out once a week. If you have any questions about the story please feel free to ask or ti even just comment, I love getting feedback and it's helps to keep me going knowing that people are genuinely interested. Enough blah blah blah, and enjoy! :)

The clocks of the school reached the 3 o'clock mark signaling for most of the students to go to lunch or to another class which was the case for Linguini. He figured since it was his junior year he would have everything figured out by now, but in fact was the complete opposite. He had ten minutes to get to class and searched desperately for the front office to get a map to the school that he had attended for three years yet still couldn't remember where everything was. A door suddenly flew open in front of him just nearly missing his nose, with a plaque that read Administrative Office. He swiveled around the door and into the office noticing the front desk receptionist on the phone. The blonde haired perfectly tanned woman in a pin stripped blazer and pencil skirt suit held up a French manicured finger to Linguini letting him know she would be with him in just a second. "Yes. Okay. I will let him know that. Thank you sir." She hung up the phone and turned her attention to him smiling at the familiar face.

"Hello Mr. Gusteu let me guess. Map?"

Linguini gave the woman a crooked smile. "Yeah." He answered sheepishly knowing this probably wouldn't be the last time.

She reached into a drawer in a nearby file cabinet and pulled out a small stack of papers, handing them to him.

"Here I gave you extra, just in case. Try not losing them all at once." She said with a wink.

Lingiuni gave a nervous chuckle and waved goodbye. "I'll try. Thanks Mirage! " He shouted as he quickly and clumsily, made his way out the office nearly colliding into a few people, as he ran down the hallway to his next class. He eventually found the room, with a minute to spare and opened the door to the hot cooking workshop, searching for a seat. He found an empty one next to a young woman, the only female it looked like, with a short deep violet colored bob, and a stone cold gaze aimed at the front of the classroom that could intimidate the bravest of men. He gave a quiet hi, with no response and took his seat while he waited for class to begin. He looked around for the teacher but saw none in sight. Instead he noticed the whole class, which was made up of only a few people, giving him the same cold stare his desk partner had. He didn't know how to respond and was still wondering where the teacher was. He heard the slow tapping of a foot behind him and turned to locate the sound. He didn't see where it came from until a loud "AHEM! " came from below. A short statured man of about almost five feet was below him looking up into his eyes with a menacing look.

"Your late" the man had stated in a heavy French accent.

"Oh actually I was-"

"In zis kitchen what I say goes. If I say you are late, zen you are late. I will tell you what to cook and how exactly to do it. You have no voice in zis class, no thoughts, and no suggestions. Especially from such people who's Daddy payed for them to be in zis place with no talent or mind for cooking. Not EVERYONE can cook. Do I make myself clear?!"

Linguini could feel the sweat beads on his neck, partly from the hot kitchen in the back of the room but mostly from the intimidation he was receiving from the man shorter than him, making him feeling surprisingly smaller.

"Y- yes."

"Yes what?!"

"Uh Yes s-sir! I mean c-chef! Yes chef! "

He noticed the name tag on the man's apron that read Skinner, which seemed ironically appropriate for what Linguini thought he was capable of, if he ever screwed up.

Skinner gave Linguini a mocking smile and started off the semester with a quote that Linguini would later find out, would be the forshadowing of the school year for him.

"Welcome to Hell."

"Oh my God! There he is!"

The small crowd of screaming, star struck girls finally cornered Lightning on the west side of the school building.

"Ladies, ladies. There's plenty of Lightning to go around. One at a time now" He said with a smug grin, as he accepted the many autograph books being shoved at him and signed them. He didn't mind the attention, even loved it, being named rookie of the year was a huge deal and he was enjoying every second of his new found fame. As the crowd thinned he noticed two girls make their way over to him, wearing his racing colors, and squealing like preteens at a Justin

"Oh twins, this outta be good" he thought his imagination running wild.

"Hey girls. Needing something?"

"I can't believe it! Lightning we always knew you were totally amazing, but now your like famous!" Exclaimed one of the twins.

He flipped his hair and flashed a brilliant white grin eliciting sighs from both girls. He was handed a permanent marker, without a notepad or anything else to write on and asked for their names.

"I'm Mia"

"I'm Tia"

"We're like your biggest fans! Kachow!" The twins said in unison.

Lightning looked at his watch noticing he only had a few minutes to get to class.

"Sorry ladies I'm going to have jet in a minute. What did you want me to sign? "

The twins grinned at each other and simultaneously pulled their tops down exposing their already exposed cleavage even more.

Lightning chuckled, and signed their chest causing them to giggle.

"K ladies. How about we catch up later and get to know each other a little better?" He winked, causing more giggles and squealing.

He walked off in the opposite direction laughing to himself as he looked backed at the girls who were practically drowning in their drool.

"I loooooove being me."

Walle took his seat in his Intro to Space Mechanics next to Flick and waited for the professor to start the lesson.

Flick sighed with impatience. "One more year and we're out."

Walle nodded in agreement. He and Flick had a plan that once they graduated they would partners in business. Flick would make the blueprints and Walle would build. They would be the greatest inventors of their time. Although coming up with ideas that would benefit mankind was where they lacked. The professor asked for everyone's attention and made sure that from that point forward he would be addressed as captain no matter what. A few students laughed though he seemed he wasn't kidding around.

"Alright students. I think now is a perfect time for a review. "

"What are we in high school?" Flick whispered indignantly.

"And I'll be handing out a syllabus."

"Yep back in high school." Walle whispered back.

"Oh before I forget, I need everyone to establish teams of five, I'll explain why in a minute. Group up!"

Walle and Flick made a fist bump explosion, with sound effects, signaling that they were a team.

"Alright we just need three more people." Said Flick as he scanned the room. He noticed that most of the class had already teamed up and only a few people remained. One student made his way over to their table with a slight grimace on his face. "Hey dude, guess your with us." Flick said.

"It appears so" he sighed as he took his seat. Walle held out his hand to their new partner. "Name's Walle". The boy looked at Walle's hand as if he were handing him a used tissue paper and swallowed. "Um yes.. I'm Moe... I don't do handshakes." He said still not taking his eyes of of Walle's hand. Walle pulled back, a little hurt though smiled anyway. Flick shook his head. "What the hell? That's rude" Moe snapped his attention to Flick with a stern look. "I have Mysophobia." "Mysowhatia?" "It's means he's germ conscious" Walle explained, feeling less offended now knowing it wasn't a personal issue. "Oh so your one of those germ freaks?" Moe ignored him and gave a nod of appreciation to Walle. Only two students remained without a group and seeing as Walle and Flicks only had three, the "captain" assigned them accordingly. "Oh hey Eve, hey Auto." Moe piped up. The girl who was addressed as Eve had a straight face almost always but that didn't deter Walle from obsessing about her constantly. From her striking blue eyes, and ice white hair cut into a sleek Bob, to her fair skin and contrasting dark eye shadow, which seemed to make her more mysterious and captivating. "Hey Moe... and hey." She said nodding to Flick and Walle. "Hey. I'm Flick and this is my friend Walle. I think we saw you at the party with Atta. And.. you are?.. " he asked gesturing to the boy sitting next to Eve. "Oh this is Auto. Well his nickname anyway, his real name is a little unpronounceable since it's in Japanese." Eve lightly chuckled, sending goosebumps down Walle's spine. Hearing her laugh made him crazy since she rarely smiled, and almost always looked stern, and it only added to her already awe struck beauty. Though Walle was shy around everyone but Flick and Atta, he somehow mustered up the courage to speak to this beautiful creature. "So.. uh how do you guys know each other?"

Eve while fishing out her supplies out of her purse addressed Walle without looking at him. "Oh me and Moe went to the same camp for a few summers, and before me and Auto got together we met at a museum -" "wait, before what?" Walle interrupted hoping he heard wrong. Eve looked up for a brief second, which made Walle's breath catch in his throat, and would only make her next sentence even more painful. "Oh yeah sorry I forgot to say, Auto is my boyfriend"

"And I want those paper's done by Tuesday. Dismissed." The class gathered their supplies to either head to work or home, but no one was quicker then girl who sat in the very back who stuffed her book bag with such vigor you'd think there was a fire or a wildebeest stampede. Just before she could make her way to sweet freedom she was stopped by the professor who seemed to magically appear right before her.

"Merida, a word please."

The girl, Merida heaved a heavy sigh and waited until every student cleared out. "Yes professor?" The professor waved her hand at her. "Ha I'm going to have to get used to that. It's going to be rather strange having you call me that instead of mo-" Before she could finish her poison word Merida clasped her hand over the professor's mouth. "Quiet! You want the whole world to hear? 'S bad enough people know we're related? If they found out you were my... " "Mother? " the professor chuckled. Merida sighed. "Can we just keep it quiet? People might think that since we're related you might go easy on me" she lied. The truth was she really didn't want people finding out because, finding out the hard way, American youth can be cruel. When her family first moved from Scotland there were immediate jokes and taunts towards her wild red hair and thick accent. Thankfully she had made a few friends along the way though none attended the school she attended.

"Alright, I understand. And trust me dear I will NOT be going easy on you" she joked, though Merida knew, as strict as her mother was, she would most likely have it tougher than the other students. Since day one her mother kept a hawk like eye on her and made sure that everything she did was nothing short of perfection. Merida was the only girl out of four siblings which made life very strict. Coming from a long line of wealth her mother enrolled her into boarding school, ballet classes, cooking and sewing, violin, piano, and just about anything else the typical lady was supposed to do. Even going so far into enrolling her into the university and making her schedule for her.

"I'd better get going. Don't wanna be late" she said sarcastically, her mother not noticing.

"That's my girl. Hop to it"

Merida huffed in annoyance at the professor who was still clearly not separating work from home, as she made her way to her next class. Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket alerting her she had received a text. It was from a friend from the other university a couple miles away from her own school that she had met at the airport when she first arrived to America.

"Hey Merida. Classes just let out here. Was wondering if you wanted to meet up with me and the others at the park? I'll have toothless with me if that's okay"

She had one class left, Women's studies. She shuddered at the thought of spending the next few hours listening to her feminist professor drone on about the unfair inequalities the modern woman had to face while ordering Starbucks. Then a thought came to her. What's missing one class gonna do? They barely noticed her there anyway. She smiled, the first time she felt excited about something for a while.

"Sounds great. And hell yeah bring toothless! Your dog is always fun to bring around. He's huge but sweet. Lol I'm omw now" She replied as she dashed out the back entrance with a huge smile on her face for some much needed freedom.