Chapter 4

A light-haired girl sat meditating outside. Fourth period for her was gardening, but since her teacher was not there today she took the chance to meditate with nature. The surrounding area had all types of flowers planted around; Camelias, azaleas, violets, sunflowers, goldenrod, and magnolias. The trees around her provides shade that kept the area cool.

"Dawnnnnnnnnnn," a voice called from far away. Dawn took a deep breath, then let it out slowly as she opened her eyes to look at who called for her. A red-haired Indie looking girl was walking toward her direction.

"Hello Zoey, your aura is beaming with happiness today," Dawn said gracefully. She gestured for her friend to sit next to her on the grass. Zoey obliged and took a place right next to her nature-loving friend.

"Thanks Dawn! It's just been a good day so far. No fights have happened, no one has said anything mean to me, and no one has appeared to be in a bad mood," the red-haired girl swayed back and forth happily.

"Did you make any new friends today?" Dawn asked crossing her legs to sit Indian style.

"Not today, but people did not seem to be annoyed by me!" Zoey cheerfully said. "I'm just always worried I'm going to do something wrong so that people don't like me."

"I know it's because you grew up an only child, but you're very easy to get along with. Just be yourself and friends will come to you like a thirsty animal to water," Dawn replied placing a hand on Zoey's shoulder, trying to reassure her.

"Aww, thank you Dawn. I'm glad you're my friend," Zoey said giving her a hug. "I'm going to go tell the substitute everyone is here today, talk to you later!" She disengaged from the hug and started off to report to the substitute.

Dawn smiled warmly. She could tell a lot about Zoey from the way she acted. She felt sorry for her because she never was able to make friends for some reason. That's why she gives her as much reassurance as possible.

All of a sudden a disturbance in the air caused Dawn to shiver. She looked around the area for something wicked, but she couldn't find anything.

"Something is wrong. Something very bad is about to happen," Dawn said wondering what this bad thing could be.

Engineering class. The one class where the teacher does not care what you do on the computers as long as it does not get him fired. This class is basically the class all the nerds take to get some video games into their day. Two of those students happened to be playing against each other now as a 1v1.

"LOL ChiefMage69 u suck" messaged roflmaogamers as the started a game of League of Legends.

"The game just started, GOSH." whined ChiefMage69 as the champions were loaded onto their respective sides of the playing field.

Roflmaogamers is playing an ice archer named Ashe whose main abilities were shooting arrows to freeze and slow his opponent. ChiefMage69 is playing a young fire mage named Annie who can summon her teddy bear, Tibbers, to help her fight her opponents.

"Wait until I get my Trinity Force, n00bl0rd," messaged ChiefMage69 as he chuckled evilly in real life. He bought his items while roflmaogamers did the same. The minions, who help fight the enemy, spawns and heads into battle.

"I'm going to Ignite you, then Smite you," replied roflmaogamers as he kills several of his opponent's minions.

The game starts off very slow, with both players doing nothing but hiding behind their minions and poking at each other with occasional attacks. After half of class had gone by, things were getting intense in the game. ChiefMage69 was landing stuns and knocking out chunks of health as much as possible. Roflmaogamers was doing his best to hold up his own, but at this point, it looked impossible.

That is, until his own personally stun came up. He summoned Tibbers, stunned ChiefMage69, and relentlessly attacked him until finally he was dead. After that, he hurried over to ChiefMage69's spawn, destroyed the surrounding area, and claimed victory.

"Gg Harold," roflmaogamers sent relishing in the victory.

"Gg Sam. You came back very well for someone playing a mid lane against an AD Carry," ChiefMage69 sent back respectfully.

In the real world, Sam and Harold turned their computer chairs to each other and shook the other's hand. They were decked out in gaming gear. The headphones, the computer screens, the mouse, the keyboard, and even the mousepad were Alienware gaming components.

"The score is now 40-40. We are dead even so far this school year," Sam stated with a grin.

"Tomorrow we need to settle this once and for all," Harold said giving a sly grin. He had a plan on how he was going to best Sam.

"Agreed. Same rules as usual?" asked Sam cracking his knuckles.

"Same rules. 1v1. No wards. No potions. First one who reaches ten kills win. Be here tomorrow, or be a geometric shape known as the square," Harold said putting down the headphones.

"It's a match," the larger gamer said holding his hand out for an agreement shake. Harold grabbed his hand as the match was set.

"PUSH-UPS MAGGOTS! NOW! HIT THE GROUND!" A large black drill sergeant yelled at his ROTC students all hit the ground quickly.

"NOW YOU'RE NOT GOING TO STOP, UNTIL I SAY SO! IF I SEE ANYONE SLACKING, WE'RE GOING TO DO THIS FOR THE ENTIRE CLASS! UNDERSTOOD!" he screamed aggressively.

"SIR YES SIR!" all the cadets replied doing push-ups as quickly as they could. Some obviously were doing the excercise faster than others, but three cadets were working quicker than all the others.

"DUNCAN! JO! BRICK! CEASE THE PUSH-UPS AND COME OVER HERE!" the sergeant commanded as the three stood up quickly and rushed to the commander, all with different looks on their face.

Duncan had the "I don't care" look on his face. Brick had a scared look on his face for he feared his drill sergeant. Jo had a look of intimidation on her face because frankly she wasn't scared of him at all.

"You three were doing the best of the exercises, so you earn yourself a break," he granted them with a grin.

"It doesn't matter, I was about to stop and take a break anyways Sergeant Cheffy-Poo," Duncan retorted trying to make fun of Chef. He started laughing due to the glare given by Chef, giving him the satisfaction of success.

"Cadet Duncan, you shouldn't really make fun of our sergeant like that!" Brick exclaimed looking worriedly at him. Brick always stuck to the book no matter what, earning him brownie points in Chef's book.

"The both of you need to pipe down. Neither of you are at the level of my physical prowess so you don't have any room to talk," Jo bragged crossing her arms arrogantly.

"THE THREE OF YOU CAN SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!" Chef started. "What I need you to do now, since Duncan smarted off, is to do fifty up-downs."

"Nah, I'm good," Duncan replied sitting down on a bench. They were outside on a soccer field with the benches usually for the two opposing teams.

Jo and Brick let Duncan get what was coming to him as they started doing their assigned excercise.

"Now Duncan, would you politely like to tell me why you're not following orders," Chef said as each word was stressed more and more.

"I only took this class because my parole officer required me to, to 'build discipline,'" Duncan said chuckling. "He never said I had to pass this class, what's one little disciplinary action going to do?"

Chef started snarling with rage. Duncan had made him so angry throughout the course of this year, he needed a new way of discipline.

"After school today, you're going to have detention. In the janitor's closet on the freshman hall," Chef stated with a sadistic grin.

All of the cadets stopped doing their excercise, even Jo and Brick. The freshman's janitor's closet was the subject of pranks all over school. There were torture tools due to the principal's benevolent past nature and all sorts of suspicious items.

Duncan scoffed, not scared of some stupid freshman closet.

"How bad could it be?" he asked looking directly at Chef with his earlier look. If only he knew how bad it would turn out to be.

The next period was lunch, where everyone could hang out with their own social groups. Everyone knew where to go and if they ventured outside of their usual spot, then they would be noticed and pulled back into where they belong.

Noah sat along with Sam and Harold since their intelligence level came closest to his, along with an extremely large cranium boy named Cameron Banks and a big silent kid named B Bryant. Cameron was impressively as smart as Noah, but lacked the cynical, sarcastic comments. B was the smartest in the group, even smarter than Noah. He is basically the living phrase "action speaks louder than words."

Geoff sat with other popular non-jocks and non-cheerleaders in the school. Two of his closest friends at the high school were DJ Jones and Trent Clyde. DJ was big on cooking and home economics even though his appearance misled people. Trent was a straight A student that knew how to play guitar and how to impress women all over school.

Justin sat with those who were just as or almost as attractive with him. Noteworthy people around him included Alejandro Burromuerto, a Hispanic transfer student who rocked the school with his benevolent looks. Heather sat at the table along with a blonde, fame-hungry girl named Dakota. Dakota had the looks, the intelligence even for fame, but she always comes in second to people like Heather. They would always be talking about some people they could manipulate into doing whatever they want.

From the table across from the "Attractives," Beth sat along with two girls, dressed exactly the same, who admire Alejandro and Justin. The two girls were Katie and Sadie, matching each other ever since they met as little kids. They had an irreseperable friendship and they always supported each other no matter what.

During the rest of fourth period, Zoey had met Bridgette and they talked for a while since she was a new student. So at lunch, Bridgette sat with Zoey and Dawn and talked about the environment, what they want to do to improve it, and how they want to improve it in the future. Geoff noticed Bridgette across the lunch room so he would stare off in her direction, leaving DJ and Trent wondering what he was looking at.

Lightening and Lindsay sat together at their table talking about the things that made them happy, mainly each other at the moment. At the other end of the table, Tyler sits all alone poking at his food and wondering what he could do to regain his fame. People would walk by him and wished that they could forget what he did, but they can't.

Mike and Cody sat at a table in the middle of the lunchroom, talking about what all had happened that day and all the pretty girls they had saw. Two people who sat with them was the large fellow who had a mountain of food on his tray and a hyperactive red-haired girl who couldn't seem to stop moving. The large boy was Owen who had a passion for food, eating food that is. The red-haired girl, Izzy, was quite the mystery to most people. No one had known her before she moved into school this year. The only person who did know a little about her was Owen, but he can't tell anyone about it.

In the back corner of the lunchroom, a table designated for all the people that were technically labeled as social outcasts. Duncan sat carving a skull into the table along with a redneck looking boy. The redneck boy's name was Scott and he was the true definition of country, even though they are in Canada. The two guys listened to a goth girl complaining about how overrated high school is. The girl's name is Gwen, the most outspoken social outcast in the school. She was on a continuous rant especially about the "Attractives."

Jo and Brick sat at a table reserved for cadets especially, since that is their future basically, or at least a big part of their future. They talked about what they all feared would happen to Duncan in detention later that day, but they shrugged it off and talked about a much more serious matter. A plan to prank their sergeant Chef.

One corner of the lunchroom, blaring with hip-hop music, was reserved for the African-American population of the high school. At least the ones who liked to get down. It's not that the people of the high school were racist, it was just easier and more comfortable for them to hang out with each other. Two girls in particular were getting down. These two girls ran the group together. If you wanted a black vote in the high school, you would have to convince the both of them. Their names are Anne Marie Lafeyette and Leshawna Cornerstone. Currently, Courtney was talking to them in hopes of getting support for her campaign to have soft drinks allowed to be sold during lunch.

"Look at all of them Chef, they are little ants that I'm just ready to abuse with a water gun," the principle Chris said from the teachers table far away from the students. He chuckled rubbing has hands together thinking of all the plans.

"They're all a bunch of maggots in my opinion," the large black man retorted eating his steak. Faculty and staff have better food then all the students.

"All we need is one of them to stick out, just one. Whichever one that is, we're going to manipulate. Once that happens, this high school is going to be put on the map," Chris said taking a bite of his ribs. He then picks up a napkin to rub his teeth.

"Remind me to cut some of the funding for the music program so I can afford an extra teeth whitening. I'm going to really need it," stated Chris with a non-caring attitude. Because of his attitude, this high school is about to take a huge turn.

A/N: Well there is this chapter! Thankfully several snow days have given me the chance to write more often! But I have almost all the characters introduced, and when I do is when the real story will kick in! Read and review!