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The next day, Andreas' alarm clock awoke him to the sound of "White Steel" by Chateaux. Breakfast was a simple affair for him: just a bowl of Cheerios followed by a couple of fistfuls of walnuts and an energy drink. To get ready for his first day of school, he put on a green Led Zeppelin T-shirt, blue jeans and brown sneakers, in addition to his studded leather bracelets and the Cobra Miraculous. However, there remained the problem of where to hide Cobbs, so they agreed that Cobbs would hide in a camera pouch that Andreas had lying around.

With that, Andreas hoofed it to Françoise Dupont High School, which was only a couple of blocks away from where he lived. Being a new student, his first order of business was to report to the office of Principal Denis Damocles. The office was filled with walls of books, plus various paintings, including an old map of Paris. The principal himself – a stocky, bald man with a graying beard and bushy eyebrows, who wore a brown suit, white button-down shirt, brown tie and brown leather dress shoes – was seated at his desk. Andreas stood before him straight as a board, in a manner similar to that of a soldier.

« Bonjour, Monsieur le Principal, » said Andreas.

"Hello," said Principal Damocles. "You must be our newest student."

Andreas dropped his jaw as his eyes widened. "HOLY CRAP! You speak English!?"

"Of course, everybody in France speaks English. However, this is beside the point. As you are a new student, I am required not only to give you a copy of our school's guidebook, but also to introduce you to your homeroom class."

Damocles handed Andreas a copy of the school guidebook, titled Françoise Dupont High School Student Rules and Regulations. Immediately, Andreas went over it quickly but carefully, trying his best not to miss anything. Because he was a speed reader, he had the guidebook read in a matter of minutes.

"OK, now what?" asked Andreas.

Damocles took Andreas to his homeroom class, headed by Miss Caline Bustier. Miss Bustier was a tall redhead with her hair in a bun, and she wore a cerulean suit jacket with matching suit pants, an opal collared shirt with the collar open to expose a white undershirt, and white high-heel shoes. Andreas could see students of all shapes and sizes in here, with about an even mix of boys and girls, perhaps leaning a bit more towards the girls.

"Class, it is my pleasure to announce that we have a new student!" said Miss Bustier. "Please, step forward and introduce yourself."

Andreas stepped in front of the class and waved.

"Hi everybody. My name is Andreas Sniegowski. I'm an American from Providence, Rhode Island, and I moved here because of a new job that my father got. Anyways, I don't really have much to say, but hopefully, I can make some new friends here."

"Hi Andreas!"

Pretty much everybody waved at Andreas. He noticed that the only person not waving at him was a blonde, blue-eyed girl in the first row, who was wearing a yellow cardigan over a white shirt that had black horizontal stripes, white capris and white dress shoes, plus a pair of sunglasses on her forehead and an excessive amount of jewelry. Andreas paid no nevermind to her and instead focused on trying to find somewhere to sit. However, the only seat open to him was next to a tall, stocky boy with dark gray eyes and his black hair in a buzzcut except for a tuft of blond hair on his forehead. The boy wore a black T-shirt with two white crossbones, black slacks and tan work boots. Despite the fact that this boy was one of the few students who dwarfed him physically, Andreas vowed not to be afraid of him. Besides, he figured this guy was a metalhead like him. Without question, Andreas took the seat next to the behemoth of a boy.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," said the boy. "My name is Ivan Bruel."

Andreas smiled. "Nice to meet you, too!"

Ivan and Andreas shook hands.

"I like your shirt, by the way," said Ivan.

"Thanks! Led Zeppelin is my favorite band."

Ivan scratched his temple. "Never heard of 'em."

Andreas let out a loud gasp. "You've NEVER heard of LED ZEPPELIN!?"

"No. Why?"

"I mean, they're only the best rock band of all time! You're into rock and metal…right?"

Ivan nodded. "I am, but I just never heard of Led Zeppelin."

"Then we HAVE to get together at lunch or somethin' and talk about 'em!"

Ivan smiled. "OK!"

Later, at lunch, Andreas sat down at the nearest empty table, and Ivan joined him. Also with Ivan was a short, plus-sized girl with amber eyes and multicolored hair styled into dreadlocks. She wore a pink headband, a necklace, a blue shirt with a white bird design on the chest, a lime green zippered hoodie with various pins on it, brown jean shorts, brown leggings and purple/white sneakers. Andreas smiled when he saw her.

"Hey Ivan, you never told me you were bringing a guest to this party!" said Andreas.

"This is my girlfriend, Mylène Haprèle. Mylène, this is…uh, what was your name again?"

"Andreas Sniegowski. I recognize you from Miss Bustier's class."

Mylène smiled nervously and waved at Andreas. "Hi."

"So Ivan, besides Led Zeppelin, have you heard of AC/DC?"

Ivan shook his head. "Nope, haven't heard of them, either."

Andreas gasped. "You've NEVER heard of AC/DC, either!? They're the second-best band ever!"

Ivan dropped his jaw. "Wow, I thought I was a real metalhead, but you seem like you're more into that stuff than I am!"

Mylène gave a confused look to Andreas and Ivan.

"So tell me, Ivan, what bands are you into?" asked Andreas.

"Well, my favorite is the Zombie Skull Crushers."

Ivan pulled out his smartphone and put on their song "Rivers of Blood":

"In the shadows of despair, where darkness breeds,
A symphony of chaos, where demons feed,
The night descends in a shroud of black,
Abyssal echoes, there's no turning back.

Screams of agony pierce the silence,
As the world succumbs to violence,
In the void, where souls collide,
Death's sweet dance, none can hide.

Rivers of blood, a crimson tide,
In this realm, where hope has died,
We march with death, side by side,
In this eternal, gruesome night."

Mylène covered her ears during the song, while Andreas headbanged and made the "devil's horns" gesture.

"OK, that was some awesome stuff!" said Andreas. "Ever heard of…"

"Hello there!"

Andreas, Ivan and Mylène were joined by two more girls. One of them was a petite blonde, blue-eyed girl with her hair in a pixie cut. She wore a magenta dress with light pink stripes, a pink mini skirt, two pink bracelets and pink sandals. The other girl was a girl of average height with long black hair that had a purple bang covering one of her red eyes. She wore a black T-shirt with mesh sleeves, ripped purple leggings, black fingerless lace gloves and black high-top sneakers with white soles. In particular, Andreas found himself drawn to the blonde. He couldn't explain why, but he found her to be insanely attractive. Granted, he was usually drawn to more well-endowed girls, but she just had all the right qualities about her that he could easily look past that. Despite being a bit flustered by her attractiveness, Andreas steeled his front and put on a smile.

"Hey, I remember you two from Miss Bustier's class as well, but I didn't get your names…"

"I'm Rose Lavillant!" said the blonde.

"I'm Juleka Couffaine," said the ravenette.

"Nice to meet you both!" Andreas waved at them. "Ivan and I were talkin' about metal when you two came here."

Rose put her hands on her cheeks. "OH MY DAMN CHERRY BLOSSOMS!* I love metal!"

Juleka smiled. "Me too!"

"Cool, I was about to tell Ivan about this really cool band!" said Andreas.

"Which band?" said Ivan, Rose and Juleka.

"Any of you heard of a band called Hammerhead?"

Ivan shook his head. "Nope."

Rose shrugged and smiled. "Can't say I have, but tell me more!"

"Yeah!" said Juleka.

"They're a New Wave of British Heavy Metal band from the 80s," said Andreas. "Their first three albums are great, but they kinda lost it after that. I heard some of their newer stuff, though, and it's good."

"What songs did they do?" asked Ivan.

"Look up the song 'Leather Girls'; that's one of my favorites."

Ivan pulled up that song, which was a cut from their 1980 self-titled debut album:

"Leather girls strut about the streets,
Lookin' for sex, they're all in heat,
They'll leave you tired and sore,
But when you're done, you'll want more,
They're not afraid to get bizarre,
Whips and chains, they'll leave some scars,
Give you that look, you'll fall in love,
Better watch out, they're no doves!

Leather girls!
Leather girls!
Leather girls!
Leather girls!"

Obviously, Andreas and Ivan were having a really good time listening to the song. Ivan in particular, having never been exposed to the triple-guitar attack of Terence Keen, Neil Hopkins and Rex Allard before, was really getting into the song. Even Rose and Juleka couldn't help but headbang. Mylène, however, was covering her ears and shuddering at the sheer heaviness of the song. Thankfully for her, it was over in a matter of minutes. Nevertheless, she felt the need to speak up to Andreas about it:

"Andreas, I think you're a pretty nice guy, but please, don't play anything that heavy around me. That was too heavy!"

Andreas smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, Mylène! I kinda forget sometimes that not everybody's into heavy metal. Tell me: what kind of music are ya into?"

"Well, I'm really into folk music. I know that sounds stupid, but that's just what I like."

Andreas smiled. "Mylène, that's not stupid at all! I myself listen to a variety of music besides rock and metal, including a bit of folk every now and then. Heck, my other favorite kind of music is disco!"

Rose clasped her hands together. "OH MY DAMN CHERRY BLOSSOMS!* I love disco too! That's hot!"

"I'm not into disco myself, but that's pretty interesting," said Juleka.

Even Mylène smiled. Even if this new guy was into extreme metal, she could nevertheless tell that he was not as scary as her first impression suggested.

*The phrase "OH MY DAMN CHERRY BLOSSOMS" is a registered trademark of KagamiPINKAgreste, used with permission.

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