Hey again people, this is the first part of the actual story here and I hope ya'll enjoy it

Miriam D. Jones lets out a long sigh as the ship chugs away from the port in Louisiana. It's a huge boat, which makes her feel somewhat out of place, not to mention that the only ships she's ever been on had been small ones to transport coal or corn.

"Hey shortie," a vein in her forehead ticks as she spins around.

"I'm not short!" she yells at the black haired boy.

"You're shorter than me," he says, an annoying grin on his face.

"I'll kill you!" she screams and stomps in front of him. She's at least a head and a half shorter than him, even with the six inch heels that are killing her feet.

"You'll be expelled then, the rule book says that any fighting will earn you a three day suspension so I'm pretty sure that murder will warrant expulsion," he says.

"I'm a teacher you over grown ass wipe!" she screeched and dives at him, only to be blocked by a very tall man dressed in black.

"Miriam," he sighs, pushing her away from the kid, who is staring at the two in slight shock. "What are you doing?"

"That punk called me short!" she screeches and tries to attack again, but the man blocks her.

"It's cause you are short," the boy mocks, sticking his tongue out.

"What's your name?" the man asks.

"Win Allen-York," he shrugs.

"I think you should go back to your cabin."

"But I'm going to kill that punk Damon," Miriam glares at the boy as he shrugs again and starts for the stairs to go below deck.

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The living area of the ship is probably the most luxurious thing Alyssa has ever seen. Everything in the room is white, except for the bowl of oranges and the multicolored flowers dominating almost every flat surface of the room.

Even the table she's peeling her oranges at is white, something that he finds slightly annoying. What is the point in transporting a ton of kids in an all white boat? Don't they realize that it's going to get all dirty?

The door to the girl's living area opens slowly and a girl steps into the room, blinking rapidly as her eyes get used to the sudden change in light that Alyssa had also found irritating. The change in the artificial light from the dim hall to the brightness of the living area is also unneeded.

"Hi," the girl walks over and tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear. Alyssa looks at her, or more specifically her shirt. I farm it and I grow it, a weird shirt that she had yet to see anywhere else.

"Hey," she bites into a slice of orange and holds it up to the girl. "Do you want some?"

"Sure," she says quietly and sits down in one of the, shockingly, white chairs. She takes and orange and takes a delicate sniff before plopping it into her mouth. "It's good," her voice sounds shocked, which slightly confuses Alyssa.

"Yeah, I brought it from home. Straight from the orchards in Georgia," she laughs.

"It's natural and fresh, so that's why it tastes so good," she reaches over for another slice. "I'm from a farm in Idaho so I've only ate fresh produce, the stuff in the stores are disgusting." "I know what you mean," she says. "My name's Alyssa by the way."

"Mara," she smiles.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like that! Please put down the corn!" Damon yells as he runs past the two girls.

"I'm not short you gigantic ass!" Miriam screams as she follows, throwing corn everywhere.

Thanks for reading, I'm still looking for states to be teachers and non state students so send them all in!