Class of '09 Chronicles of LHS

by SpecialTextAndReadingServices

Joshua Light. A high school Junior that transferred schools hoping to experience a more positive life. However, the high school he enlisted has the same problem as all other high schools in the late 2000s. Mean girls, Jock's, Bullies, Creepy Teachers, and boring tests. However he met a unique student who is aware of these problems but doesn't care. Behold the Class of 09

1. Chapter 1

*DISCLAIMER*

CLASS OF 09 IS OWNED AND CREATED BY SBN3

THIS STORY FEATURES CHARACTERS, PLOT, AND DIALOGUE FROM THE ORIGINAL GAME ITSELF.

PLEASE GIVE FULL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL SOURCES!

Highschool…

The most important period in our life…

Or so people say in the reason we would normally think.

Highschool experiences usually have been you go to classes for 4 years, join a club or sport team, get a good set of friends, get a job, get a car, and soon you will graduate with a diploma if you actually tried and study for the school with the promise of joining a university, like Lindenwood, SIU, or even Harvard if you have like… 1000 IQ.

Me however, I'm just a self conscious kid who usually keeps to himself and has big trust issues! You can my last highschool, especially the dumb jocks that think they are all high mighty with their sports and highschool respect! And not only that, not many people acknowledge me as they saw me as the quiet kid who is the most likely to shoot up the school or go to jail, heck even join the taliban! Shit I was thinking of doing that.

But I didn't, I didn't because I wanted a new life. I don't want to doom being a highschool loser anymore and being stuck in this cycle of drugs, sex, bullying, corruption, and problematic SATS! The problem all high schools have.

I was given a new chance to go to a new highschool, possibly meet new friends, have new opportunities, join clubs, have nice teachers, hell, I might even get a girlfriend… All of this excites me for my new experience at this new school.

This school however is interesting… And some of the things I'm about to experience will forever change my life and the people I met.

BASED ON THE VISUAL NOVEL BY SBN3 (YOU BETTER PLAY THIS CHRIS ONEIL)

CLASS OF 09

THE NEW SEMESTER!

[2007] September-17th

[Location-Northern Virginia]

5:59 AM

I was sleeping peacefully in my bed… Dreaming about my love for cars and how I want to be the real life Paul Walker, but that probably won't happen unless I get a job, but whatever about my dumbass dreams… My room is mid-size and pretty normal for a guy's room, state of the art posters of muscle cars and JDM cars, An Xbox 360 and Wii system near my box TV, my basic Blackberry phone… Yes I have a blackberry, those things are cool, and finally my fabulously piggy jar near my bed is full of my life savings. Just as I was enjoying myself in my peaceful slumber, a little red of abomination woke me up.

*RIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!*

"Urghhh…"

I wanted to go back to sleep, I wanted to go back to bed… But the ring… The god damn ring.

"Oh my…. CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP!"

*Blam!*

I smack my hand on my clock which was a ring traditional clock with bells on it. I know those bells annoy people, but I smell fear of modern alarm clocks, especially if they beep faster each 20 seconds like a ticking time bomb that is about to go off.

"Man… So much for my beauty sleep… What time is it?"

I looked at that annoying clock after stopping it, my eyes were trying to adjust to me waking up so the numbers were blurry for a second until I was able to fully grasp what it read.

"6:00 AM…Wait a minute, It's time for me to get ready for school!"

After realizing that, I quickly shot out of my bed and went to the kitchen to grab a silver bowl, a silver, spoon, a carton of milk that is thankfully not expired, and a surfed through the closet ignoring the Lucky Charms and Cookie Crisp to grab Honey Nut Cheerios! The supreme of all cereal! Fuck that dog and scotish leprechaun…

"I man, some good old cereal!"

I pour the cereal down first and soon the milk. I know there are some people who do the opposite, but I always thought pouring the milk first is weird and even unusual since the cereal being poured into the milk will cause splashes if the idiot pouring it does it too quickly. After the simple 2 step process of making cereal I cowl down the quick meal at the kitchen table which had a glass patio door on the wall allowing me to see the earlier morning sky. It's usually open during the day, but I will try and close it at night because it always gives me mass hysteria if the darkness is seen through the glass. Almost makes it look like a portal to hell. I soon finished my Cereal and went into a bathroom near the T shaped hallway that also connected to my and a storage room. I made sure to brush my teeth, floss, and take a shower cleaning every part of my body to make myself presentable. Don't want to look like a homeless person. Afterwards I went out to my room and opened the closet to reveal the many clothes and shoes I have. I normally am a casual button shirt guy, but I do like Tommy Hilfiger, True Religion, and Von Dutch.

"Hmmm. What should I wear? The typical high school jacket and pants, The scene look, or maybe wear my white and black rose button up shirt."

I look at a selection of 5 clothes on the right side of my closet. These are the clothes I picked out and dried for the weekdays. I typically do this so I won't have to scramble on what to wear and also because it's easy for me.

"Hmmm. Imma go for the white and black button shirt. It's my style."

Indeed it is. I like wearing button up casual shirts as they remind me of the classic 80s and 90s vacation/professional look. I added some black pants to the shirt and checked myself on the mirror, making sure my short black hair is combed and brushed, my brown eyes aren't turning colors, my face has no pimples or scratches and I am making sure I don't look like a fool. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary and I deem myself a movie star and went out to my parents room with my dad and mom sleeping.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving for school."

They didn't respond with the noises I heard.

"Nrgghhhhh"

I didn't want to interrupt them from their peaceful sleep, so I just silently closed the door and said to them.

"Have a nice day mom and dad."

I closed the door shut and tight and soon left to open the main door closet and grab my car keys which also had a white lanyard with decals of skulls, dice, cherrys, and women shown. I felt it would be a good way to personalize myself and make me look cool when I walk to my car. Only problem is, my car isn't cool…

"2005 Toyota Corolla, We meet again."

Yep I drive a basic economy car. The Toyota Corolla. Although in my dreams the cars I would be driving range from the Nissan Skyline GTR, Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, and Chevrolet Corvette Z06, those cars I can't afford and drive, especially the first 2 if I wanted to get the popular classic models from Japan. But I like my Toyota Corolla, it gets me to places that I normally couldn't go since my parent's usually won't drive me far and only to places that have parental supervision, but now I have one. I don't have to worry about those things.

I soon entered my car, placed my keys in the ignition, and switched it on.

*BVRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr…*

"Alright it's time for me to go to school!"

Being excited for school? That's weird? Why am I excited for school? Don't get me wrong, I used to dread going to school in the past, a place where we all spend seven crappy hours of our life for a period of time during our childhood, reading textbooks, doing boring homework, completing hard tests, but I am excited to go to school. Why?

"A random High School in North Virginia. I don't know anything about this place, but I hope it's a cool and chill place for me to really improve my life!"

I continued driving through the suburbs, obeying traffic laws, driving carefully, and watching other drivers being complete idiot's. The drive was boring and average in my opinion, but it gave me a sense of hope as I soon reached the front school gates and saw the yellow school buses, parents' cars circling the school's roundabout entrance, and the many students entering the front building of the school. I felt really ambitions coming to this school as it actually decent and very clean in the front as a drove to the side of the school to park in the student parking area with me choosing to be in the back corner of the vicinity since I think it will easier for me to leave and not get block up by high school drivers. As I park my car I look up at the school and make a deep sigh of relief as I approach the side entrance of the building with my black backpack on my back and the happy excited attitude of someone walking into a toy store. As I entered the school, I already noticed students everywhere talking to each other as if they were friends and homies for life, but this is to be expected since it's September so people have time to adjust and make a few friends for the 1st month of school, but as a Junior and this being my first day at this highschool, It might be difficult for me to fit in, but I trust my small knowledge of social skills that I can make it just as fine.

"Now I just need to find First Period."

I stopped on the side near some lockers and opened up my backpack to grab my schedule and read it.

Joshua Light Schedule for 07-08

7:00- Photography, Mr. White, Room 117

8:00-Civics, Mr. Katz, 201

9:00-Art, Mr. Lorre, 110

10:00-English, Ms. Ames, 210

11:00-Lunch

12:00-PE, Coach Colby, Near the Cafeteria

1:00-Science Mr. Burleday, 230

"Huh, basic classes, except for art, but I guess I get to choose next year. I wonder where the Photography class is?"

Now this is my first time being in this school, so I have no idea where the hell I am going so I thought to myself, the best and logical solution is to go and ask some of the students if they know where the classes are, but most of the students are busy talking to others and I will feel awkward if go up to them and talk to them, so I just walked and look around the hallways as the time is ticking with it being 6:55 AM.

"I'm going to be late wandering around like an idiot."

I continued to look around hoping to find some people that might actually help me find my class. I soon noticed a brown hair male student, wearing a brown shirt with the picture of Jesus on the front, but a line was across his face, wore blue pants, and had gray eyes. The brown-eyed boy Inoticed and walked past while looking at me. As I approach him, he seems nice to ask questions about where my class is. I might have a chance to be friends with him.

"Um, Excuse me. Are you new here? You just look like you don't know where to go?"

The brown hair boy spoke to you in a chill and laid back voice that doesn't scream crazy or hardcore.

"Yes I am. I'm actually looking for my home room class. Photography for Mr. White. Do you know what that is?"

I responded to the boy while I gave him a friendly smile towards him. His eyes then opened as if he already knew the answer.

"Ya I know where that class is. It's in uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The boy seems to stutter on what class it is, did he really forget where the photography class is? I don't want to discredit him quickly, but he went on with his uhhhhhh business for 10 seconds. I became impatient and spoke to him.

"So do you really know where the class is?"

The boy nodded and attempted to speak.

"Ya bro. The class on the first floor near the… uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

There he goes again. I'm guessing the dude isn't the brightest in the brains and to be frankly honest I don't want my time to be wasted with whatever is going on with him so I gave him a goodbye wave as he continued with his uhhhh business. I continued through the hallways to notice there were less students than before as the time is 6:57 AM with most of them presumably in class. I quickly scope around the first floor as I tried to find class 117, but the area I was in had classrooms ranging from 150. I figured class 117 was far from where I am, but I soon spotted a girl with long blonde hair which was strangely uneven, had blue eyes, dark eye make up, and wore a blue short jacket exposing part of her stomach and ripped jeans. They looked fine, despite her looking like those scenemo guys I was hearing about, but she also had white pale skin and seemed to focus on her phone. I Decided to try and approach her and ask where room 117 is, but she gave a cold stare towards me as I approached her. There was something unsettling about her, but I didn't let that fear stop me and ask her anyway.

"Hi, I'm new here and I was wondering where class 117 is? Can you point me in the right direction?"

I then gave her the same friendly smile as I did to the boy, but the lady instead of looking friendly gave me an aggressive look.

"You should run and find class 117 and leave me the f*ck alone."

I was really surprised by the way she acted. I don't want to dismiss her as an bitch, but she has characteristics for it. I then attempted again to ask her.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but if you can just give me a simple but then I will be out of your hair!"

The lady gave me another unamused and spoke again in the same harsh tone.

"Are you deaf? Leave. Now!"

I attempted to ask again, even though it was probably a stupid idea to do towards a girl who is clearly uninterested.

"Listen, I'm new here. I have no idea where the fuck I should go!"

The girl then stops texting on her phone, grabs my arm tightly and pulls me in close to her while giving a look that is similar to what an angry lion gives.

"What part of leave do you not understand?"

"I don't know where to leave to."

I said to the girl as I thought to myself I made a clever sound that is not funny, but something cool to hear. Too bad the girl didn't find it funny as she grabbed me by the shirt and threw me on the hallway ground.

"Listen! Class-117 is on the other side of this hallway. NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE MORON BEFORE I BREAK YOUR BONES!"

The girl after screaming at me scoffed at me and left the hallway.

"Wow… What a nice bitch!"

I said to myself. She so far is one questionable student and the other, this lady being an asshole just because I ask for assistance. At least she told me where the classroom is, but still I wish she did it a lot nicer. As I walked to the other side of the classroom I started to hope that not everyone in this school isn't like them, even though I only met two individuals that were strange, I have a small feeling that something might be wrong with this school. I continued traveling through the classrooms with students entering their classrooms instead of standing around and speaking to each other. Soon you finally found the classroom on the other side of the first floor hallway. It was 7:00 AM and it was the perfect start of class so I took a deep breath and prepared myself as I entered the classroom. The classroom only had 5 students inside with all of them looking at me which made me feel a child in my spine as the students all stared at me as if I just interrupted something important. It was a creepy feeling that made me nervous, but it soon faded away as the teacher, Mr. White, the photography teacher noticed and spoke to you in a friendly voice.

"Hello there, are you one of my new students? What's your name?"

"My name is… Joshua Light. Today is my first day here actually."

You said to Mr. White as he gave me a smile and soon looked behind me as if he was expecting someone else. He soon asked me a question.

"Did you by chance see another student? They have black hair."

I haven't seen anyone that has a description ever since I entered the school building.

"I don't know or see anyone like that."

Mr. White sighed, a little bit stressed but kept his composure.

"Well that's fine, have a seat."

He motioned me to find a seat with me finding a spot near a red hair girl with black makeup applied. She was sitting alone and there was another seat next to me, but she wasn't fond of the idea of a person sitting next to her and gave me a look of distrust. As I sat down and was awaiting for whatever might happen, Mr. White went ahead and spoke to the classroom of a few students, with him centering to you as the new student.

"Hello class, it seems that a few people are missing, but today we have a new student and it's his first day!"

Mr. White then pointed to me as the other students looked towards me again with the same cold stares that made me freeze up. I decided it was time for me to let these people know who I am, and hope they don't go judgmental mode on me.

"Hi everyone. My name is Joshua Lights, but you can call me Josh. I transferred here from Woodcreek High School, yep I used to go to that trash of a school full druggies, crazy jocks, and teachers that want to hit on freshmen for some reason!

Mr. White just shook his head in silence as he was disappointed, but he acknowledged it as if he knew the school is complete shit. The class however all laughs at my statement, most seem to agree with me about that trash of a school that I mentioned. It almost felt like they could relate to my situation. However, the red-haired girl next to me and 1 other classmate still had a cold stare, their face didn't express anything and just stared at me silently. Mr. White then started the lesson with him talking about the fundamentals of photography and as I grabbed my journey and made notes, the red-haired girl that was giving them dead eyes next to me spoke.

"The only thing that I noticed about you, is the fact that you talk too much. Did I ask for your entire life story? I doubt that."

I gave her a questioning look. I told everyone that detail just to spice up the classroom and my introduction. I don't know why she was mad about that.

"I was just being honest with myself to you and everyone? Why are you giving me a hard time?"

The red-head only stared at me with her eyes cold as ever as she didn't respond. It was evident she didn't like me for some reason. I don't know why she is giving me these looks, I didn't do anything to her, she just doesn't trust me. She continues to stare at me until Mr. White is heard.

"Alright class, enough chitchat."

White spoke in a stern manner but still soft-spoken. That is what I like about Mr. White, he is serious, but seems like a friendly teacher and was about to be bring the class back to the topic about photography, but the classroom door open making all of us to see who the hell just enter in our homeroom, but we saw a female with dark brown hair tied in a high ponytail, blue eyes, and a face that looked like she did not want to be at school and that she did not give two shits. She is wearing a dark blue short sleeve shirt and had skinny jeans on as the classroom chatters and Mr. White gives the girl an annoyed look. Perhaps this girl is trouble as everyone seems to be talking about her as if she is some infamous celebrity such as Britiany Spears or even Mel Gibson! Mr. White soon spoke to this girl.

"Ahh, the dearest Nicole… You are late, once again. Would you care to take a seat"

Nicole… That's her name. A name of a total bitch, not an absolute but something along the lines. She even rolled her eyes at the teacher as a response and took a seat next to me. Once she had done this Mr. White continued teaching the class.

Nicole sat quietly at her desk, not even paying attention to Mr. White and not seeming to care about what was even going on in the class. She pretty much stared at her desk, fiddling around with a pencil like a bored kid who has nothing to do. She didn't even look up when the teacher continued lecturing to the class. Soon during the class, I heard some of the students chattering on the table next to mine, I heard them mention the name Nicole and they soon giggled, those two were talking shit about Nicole. Even though she didn't seem like a nice girl, I did not want to assume that of her, but as I look at Nicole, she had a facial expression of *I'm tired of this shit* as she looked directly at the two students and quickly spoke to them in annoyance.

"Hey if you two are going to talk smack about some, make sure you are a lot quieter or else you are going to be in big trouble!"

What Nicole made the two students quickly become quiet and not talk about her anymore. Damn… She really just made them shut down, but Nicole's actions weren't unnoticed as Mr. White turned his attention to Nicole.

"Nicole… Not you disrupting class again…"

Nicole rolled her eyes as the whole class watched the girl speak her words to teachers about the two students talking about her.

"Mr. White did you not hear the two students talking shit about me. Maybe if they weren't fucking dumbasses and pay attention to school, then perhaps they will learn not say dumb shit about others!

Mr. White glared at Nicole and shook his head.

"Nicole that kind of language is really unnecessary. I know that there are some students in this class who like to speak out in class but you do not need to talk to them like that, in fact I find it amusing when they make fun of you."

Wait Mr. White enjoys it when someone is making fun of Nicole, that seems unreasonable even as a teacher, is this way of her getting back? Probably, but Nicole was fuming by this response and spoke out against him.

"The fuck? You say you find it amusing!? What a great teacher you must be if you enjoy students talking shit about other students!"

The students in the classroom started to get wild as, Mr. White showed a small smirk on his face as Nicole and him stared down. Shit… it even looks like those guys were about to have a show down like in the Clint Eastwood movies. Soon and probably luckily, the school bell rang indicating to all of us that the first period had ended. The students all left and laugh as Mr. White went back to his desk to prepare for the next class. I put away my material back in my backpack and noticed Nicole leaving the classroom quickly alone. She may seem like a bitch, but I have a strange unhinged feeling about her. Maybe it's because she defended herself from the students and even the teacher which I had to what Mr. White was uncalled for unless he was doing that out of spite because she was late, but…

"Wait why the fuck am I having a dumb monologue! I'm going to see what is up with her!"

I left the photography class room. To find Nicole walking through the hallways, I decided to slide by her. I had a feeling she would be on edge, so I decided to do some smooth talk to see if is chill, which I hope she is.

"Hey! Nicole was it. I thought it was cool you stood up for yourself in class. Most people wouldn't do that…"

Nicole looked at me with a dead expression, as if she didn't really care about what I had to say. Everyone has been doing this to me why?

"And you are…?"

I smiled at her and responded.

"The name is Joshua Light, but you can call me Josh. I'm a new student here as I was transferred."

Nicole looked at me up and down. She might be judging me in her head as and even seemed like she was silently deciding whether she should speak her mind to me from the get go or wait it out until I gave her a reason to make fun of me. Her eyes went from my head to my shoes and finally she looked back up at me with a stern response.

"Well Josh, what I said earlier stands. I defended myself and no one had the balls to do that except me. So I think you would do good to watch what you say and don't be a dick. Got it?"

I was surprised when she said that. I didn't expect her to be hostile, I guess I should've known better since well… Two random students were talking shit about her and I'm pretty sure she is wary of people, but I still wanted to be friendly with her.

"Wait Nicole I'm not like those dickheads so don't wor—

Nicole cut me off midway through me talking as she seemed very direct with what she soon told me with no sugarcoating her word choices.

"Well, I'm not that forgiving even to a new kid, I could care less what you say. I'm not going to take any of that bullshit from you or anyone else."

Nicole walked away afterwards quietly…

"Damn!"

I said to myself as another chance to make a friend was blown, it actually started to get on my nerves, what is wrong with the people at this school. It's almost similar to my old highschool, in fact, is it even worse or slightly better? Still I'm not having a good time and I was get frustrated by it so I decided to just blow it off and go to my next class which was Civic's with the class being in Class 201. The 200 digit is most likely and obviously the 2nd floor of the school, so I went upstairs ignoring the students of that were chatting in the hallways and went straight ahead to class 201 which had a few students inside with them mainly talking to each other except for two students with one of them being a black hair male kid wearing white glasses and a blonde hair male that looked like a band student. I sat down near the corner and kept to myself as I didn't really want to bother with anyone. Shit… I'm acting all to myself again… but I don't know if they are going to tell me to fuck off, or stop talking to me. I waited in the classroom for 10 minutes until an older man with black frizzy hair, wore a white button up shirt with gray slacks.

"Hello class. My name is Mr. Katz and I will teach you all on the history of the United States Government, However I noticed a new student."

Mr. Katz then pointed then and I sighed as I stood up and introduced myself.

[JUMPCUT TO 2 HOURS IN THE STORY]

The previous classes I had were pretty much boring and didn't have anything interesting happening, the students didn't really talk to me that much which I will admit is partially my fault, but I'm not sure if that would've changed things, besides them either being nice people or them trash talking me to my face. I then headed towards my next class which was English in room 201 by Ms. Ames… My first female teacher of the school year. Hopefully, she is decent as the 3 teachers I had were questionably, Mr. White was alright even though he didn't really do that much except for speaking out to Nicole even when she defended herself, Mr. Katz who seem serious, too much in my taste, and Mr. Burleday was a bit too eccentric but I guess because it's art and everything. As I continued through the 2nd floor hallway, I reached class room 201 and entered to see a classroom with a few students in, but most of the time I looked across the room looking like trouble, until I noticed a familiar face.

"Oh hell no. What is she doing here…"

Welp… My day got a lot worse, the crazy blonde hair scenemo girl is in this class and she was by herself near the corner of the classroom. She didn't seem to notice me as she was just playing with her hair… There is something really unsettling about her, the way she yelled at me, the way she threw me on the ground, and even her threatening to break my bones. It's clear she has a screw loose and I have to avoid her or else she is going to find a reason to kill me… Maybe we can resolve, if I just talk to her and see if we can be cool, but I didn't bring myself the courage to speak to her as I sat on the opposite side of the classroom. After 5 minutes a blonde adult lady wearing glasses and had green eyes and wore a black shirt entered and the students all sat down. This must be Ms. Ames, the English teacher.

"Good morning class. Can I have everyone's attention please? As you can see there is a new student in this class and I hope everyone gives them a warm welcome. Now let's go around the room and tell us your name!"

Most of the students had confused looks around the room with only a handful looking in direction. Those guys are oblivious to the smart people, but that also includes the Blonde crazy girl who is staring directly at me. I was of course, nerve wreck but I went in anyway and spoke as I hoped it would give me some leverage.

"My name is Joshua Light, but call me Josh. I hope I will get along with you all!"

I was getting mixed from the students all over the room. Do they do this every time someone new shows up, I guess it might be appropriate but still it's creepy that they do that. Ms. Ames however was intrigued by me.

"Thank you Josh. I am Ms. Ames. I look forward to having you as a student. Is there anything you want to share with the class? A hobby, what do you like to do for fun, etc.?"

This was something I might excel at, I just hope the others think I'm weird for it, especially that blonde hair girl, she keeps on staring at me like a hawk! She really doesn't like me, but screw what she thinks, I'M JOSHUA LIGHT!

"Well if you really want to know, I like to go outside and bike. I also am practicing volleyball as I was a fan of it and played mock games during my middle school years, but my biggest passion is for cars, Exotics, Muscle, and especially Japanese sports!"

The students in the class began to chatter, but most of them were positive, especially from the guys who I noticed most of them were jocks. Maybe they are cool though. Even with the somewhat respect I'm getting, the blonde hair girl is still giving me a look… I just feel like she might try and punch or even skank me. Ms. Ames was pretty happy with what I said and nodded, but she was done with the introduction and soon went in and told all of us something.

"I hope you will respect our new student Joshual as today we are going to have a group project today!"

The class starts chatting as most people are excited, especially the jocks. I'm done for a group project as some people in the classroom looked nice in the class, but as we all have high hopes. Ms. Ames said something that made all of us silent.

"Settle down students, this group assignment, you will have assigned partners."

Well… This is something I didn't mind, but most of the students were pissed off as some of them rage and said stuff.

"Wait what the fuck!"

"Man this sum BULLSHIT!"

"Yo teach! You better assign me to a hot babe!"

"Hey this isn't fair! I want to be with my best friend!"

The voices became rowdy and I was sitting there all chill. I guess this is the benefit of not having friends in a new school… If it's even a benefit. Ms. Ames of course didn't like the reactions and spoke up.

"Hey, be quiet, language and— EVERYONE SILENCE!"

Everyone in the class shuts up, except for the blonde haired girl. She's staring at me, still looking quite angry. The other students were still whispering to each other, but I'm starting to feel like something ain't right.. But I ignored them for now and turned my attention to Ms. Ames, waiting for her next instruction.

"Alright everyone I have ready small flashcards for you. I'm going to give you the flashcards and whatever name is on the flashcard is your name partner. Please be respectful to your partner when chosen and don't act out if you hate each other…"

Ms. Ames hands out the flashcards with me being the first to gain the flashcard. I examined the card to see the name Emily.

"Who is Emily"

I thought to myself as I don't know the names of any of the people in the classroom as Ms. Ames hands out the flashcards to the other students with the blonde haired girl being the last to receive one, when she reads her card she gasps and appears to be angry. I was confused why and then I looked at my card and then heard and I noticed she was looking at me. This bitch's name better not be Emily. She better not be my partner, but there was one to find out. I raise my hand and called out Ms. Ames.

"Ms. Ames! I have a question!"

Ms. Ames looked up towards you and I raised my eyebrows, smiling softly.

"Yes Josh?"

"Who is Emily if I mind asking?"

I asked as I crossed my fingers hoping it's not the blonde hair girl.

Ms. Ames, eye brows rose when she heard the name and soon turned around and pointed at the blonde hair girl…

"This is Emily! Your English partner."

I just gave Ms. Ames a frightful expression as I thought to myself.

"Oh shit"

And oh shit indeed as this is one of those oh shit moments where I have to deal with Emily, the crazy blonde hair girl, but as expected she stood up and wasn't to thrilled with the idea as she yelled at Ms. Ames.

"This is bullshit! I don't want to be his partner!"

The other students just stared at her as Emily yelled at Ms. Ames who just gave a loud sighed and responded to Emily with a calm but annoyed voice.

"Emily, I want to see you with your assigned partner…"

Despite Ms. Ames playing it cool, Emily just had to argue more.

"MS. AMES, I WANT TO SEE YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR, BITCH!"

This bitch is crazy. That is all I'm going to say about her. The other students couldn't help but laugh at her outburst with Ms. Ames got irritated, but surprisingly she played it off and spoke calmly to Emily.

"Are you done… Emily…"

Emily rolled her eyes and scoffed before she walked over to me and then stood next to me with her arms folded, her expression is that of pure resentment. She didn't even bother to look at me, but I'm pretty sure she wants to murder me… Afterwards, Miss. Ames started telling us the details of the partner assignment which was essential for us to work together to write a small story with the Foundations of a plot, conflict, and conclusion. Seems simple enough as I see myself as a creative person, the problem is that Emily is my lab partner.

When all the details have been explained Ms. Ames hands us an outline of the story with different areas to be filled out. Emily and I sat side by side at a table as I completed what the story should be about. I was hoping that we could work together, but it seems like Emily has other plans from her expression and body language as she just sits down and does nothing… I'm capable of doing this shit alone, but I'm not going to let her do anything.

"Hey… so do you have any ideas on what we should write?"

Emily just glared at me as she shook her head and looked away. She couldn't be bothered to even engage in a conversation with me… Whatever… This is going to be a tough partner assignment. I just sighed and looked down at the paper. As my mind procreate ideas to help me create a story, however I'm trying to decide on the genre so I thought to myself what is the best, what is the best and not dumb and stupid. Emily is still sitting down and being useless, so I decided why not ask her, maybe her response will be different.

"I got an idea. What kind of genre do you want this to be? Horror? Funny? Romantic? Action?"

Instead of getting a genuine reply, she just shrugs her shoulders and gives me this *Bitch I didn't care* look before she returns to the usual state of doing nothing! At this point, I just realized that she wasn't worth a damn, I mean who doesn't even give a response? So… I went in and decided to pick an idea.

"Alright, let's make this story a horror one."

As I got the genre picked, I was about to start writing my epic horror story until I heard Emily say something rude.

"Ugh… this is so boring…."

At this point, my head quickly snapped in her direction because that tone of her voice was getting on my nerves and when I saw her just slouching on her chair and playing with her fingers… I'm going to lose my patience here.

"You should watch your tone there."

I said to Emily while I gave her a sly look thinking to myself that I'm so smart and slick, but maybe I should've done that to someone else who is not as crazy as Emily because the next thing she did was scream at me with no conscious.

"I DON'T WATCH MY TONE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

Does she not realize she is in the classroom? Like literally, you sound like a fucking Jugalow or ACDC screaming out to the crowd, but in a less appealing way. The whole class justed look at her with worried expressions and even Ms. Ames didn't even bother to do anything as she just made a frown and sighed as if this was the norm. Does Emily do this often? Is she really this crazy, in fact is there something right in her head?

"Hey chill out, I'm just trying to complete our work, so stop acting like a dickhead BITCH!"

Maybe I should've minded my manners… The word bitch sent her into a crazy rage as when she heard me say that it just made her even angrier, her eyes narrowed in rage as she just lunged at me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A BITCH! DON'T MAKE ME BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP!"

She said that as she pulled me towards her as she pinned me against the desk, her grip tight on my collar, I felt her breath on my face as she was pretty damn close to me. I feel like she's trying to make me look weak in front of the class, and everyone is just staring at me and not even doing anything to help me out! Even the teacher Ms. Ames just stood there! What the fuck is wrong with these people! I'm literally getting assaulted!

"Hey Emily please, I'm sorry for calling you that! Just put me down!"

Even with me pleading she didn't show any mercy as she continued yelling at me. The class couldn't help but watch all of this, a few students started to whisper and then some started to film her with their phones. I really hope I am not randomly seen on World Star TV. Emily continued to grab my collar as I dangle on the desk and attempted to struggle, I really thought she was going to choke me out, but luckily Ms. Ames soon spoke out to Emily.

"Emily… Let go of Joshua now or else you will be written up again."

She looked towards Ms. Ames as she took her time to think about her words before she smiled as she was slick and quickly let go of me, walking away. I sat on the desk clutching my collar as some of the students were still whispering while the whole class just stared at the scene with some of them still looking concerned. I just let the silence get to me as I just sat on the desk trying to process what just happened. Ms. Ames soon got everyone to do the group work and they all began to work… Well, everyone but me… and Emily of course.

I just didn't have the confidence to complete my work because all I was thinking to myself was how this crazy bitch choked me in front of the class, I pretty much spent the whole period sitting on my desk recuperating on what the hell just happened. Soon, Ms. Ames called to the whole classroom.

"Group time is now done! Everyone present your story with your assigned partners!"

All the students went up as half of them were excited to present their stories to the classroom. The first student to speak up wore a black jacket with a skull on the back along with a student with a blonde mohawk.

"Can we go first!"

"Yes you can Mike and Johhny."

Ms. Ames responded to the student as he made a loud cough noise and spoke.

"My story is about a highschool student, he was just leaving the karate club as he returned home, but what he witnessed was his caretaker on the ground injured. Something was wrong and he quickly went inside the house to see his father being questioned by 3 individuals, 2 in black suits as if they were secret agents or bodyguards and the 3rd individual being a man in a green outfit with a dragon on the side. He looked Chinese and really menacing and asked your father. "Where is the dragon mirror." The father told the Chinese man that he would never tell him where the mirror was and fought with him. The duel was quick as your father performed a variety of Karate moves, but the Chinese man dodged all of the attacks and soon overpowered. You quickly tried to attack the Chinese man only for him to grab you by the throat and—"

The story the student named Mike was talking about seemed interesting, but it also sounded family as if I had seen or heard it before from a TV or heck, it sounded like it was from a game. Some of the other students noticed and even called him out on it.

"Dude you're just literally telling us the story of Shenmue!"

Shenmue… The legendary game on the Dreamcast, I didn't play the game myself, but I had good things about it such as the Free combat and story and some bad things such as the voice acting and weird mechanics. Kind of surprising that someone in school is talking about this, but I'm not sure if it's even appropriate to copy a story like that without even stating the story is not your own. Mike quickly responded to the student that called him at.

"No-No! It was something I was inspired by!"

Ms. Ames just sighs at Mike and Johhny and speaks up.

"Mike… You know we don't tolerate plagiarism, especially if you don't credit the original source! You get a D you two."

"Damn! Sorry Sega…"

Ms. Ames. then looked around the classroom and spoke to the other students.

"Anyone else wants to present?"

"I will go!"

Some random student in the back said as he raised his hand. He looked like he could give an interesting story.

"Yes… You can do it."

Ms. Ames said to the student who soon presented.

"1998…"

"I'll never forget it…"

"It's was the year of those bizarre murders that occured in the—"

Ms. Ames quickly spoke out upon hearing the familiar quotes.

"I thought I said no plagrazing."

The student seemed surprised and spoke out.

"What the fuck I mean— How did you know this was from Resident Evil 4—"

"F!"
Ms. Ames called to the student who became sad and soon the other students were frowning. Did they all make stories from games, TVs, and movies? Ms. Ames made a heavy sigh and looked around the classroom. Does anyone have something original!

She then turned her head to me and Emily and smiled.

"Joshua and Emily. Got a story for me?"

I wasn't able to make a story due to Emily, so I just shook my head at Ms. Ames who then gave a disappointing frown.

"F for you Emily and Joshua."

I can already tell Emily is giving me an intense stare near me, as Ms. Ames was about to continue, the bell ringed and the students started packing up.

"That was fast… Well we will continue this tomorrow and soon work on our next assignment. Enjoy your next class students."

The students then all left the classroom with Emily being the last one to leave. I soon left the classroom as well and headed over to the cafeteria for my lunch period. Oh boy, the cafeteria, the area was fairly large with a glass wall being seen on the side, circle tables with purple seats, students sitting together in their stereotypical school groups like the jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, and whatever I'm not looking around because I know for the fact these guys aren't going to let me sit next to them. I noticed the cafeteria had a lunch menu and I went towards it to see what was being served, but I was disappointed.

Monday's lunch!

Joe's Meatloaf

Bag of cheese

Jill Sandwich.

"What the hell are these lunch items?"

The meatloaf looked unappealing and almost looked like shit… could it be shit? The bag of cheese is an unnatural white… but the Jill Sandwich looks decent, besides it being completely squashed. I decided to just not eat and probably get the snacks from the vending machines on the side of the highschool.

As I was about to travel towards the vending machines to probably get myself some lay chips and a mountain dew. I heard a loud shout from the outside courtyard area near the lunch area. Some action was going on and I wanted to know what was happening, so I went to the metal doors and went outside to see A shaved head student wearing a red shirt with a winky face that looked like a jocked grabbing a short black hair student with white glasses who was fairly skinny, but he looked familiar.

"Nice rollie backpack you fucking' four eyed double dick sucking bitch!"

That roast was harsh, yet oddly funny. The shaved head jock held the backpack above the glasses kid as he attempted to grab it.

"Hey! Stop kicking it, this backpack is holding priceless reading material you can't comprehend!"

The shaved head kid laughed and continued speaking to the glasses kid. He was being a bully, a shitty one also.

"Oh yeah like what! The Bernstein bears make eye contact!"

The glasses kid replied to him with a stern and confident look.

"What is this? 4th grade? It is home to some of my favorite manga books!"

I want to say it's cliche to have the glass's kid be a manga fan… But I would be a jackass if I said so. That being said, this is so cliche…

"Manga? What is that Asian or something?"

The shave head jock asks as the glasses kid shakes his head and responds as if he is master smarts.

"Japanese thank you! Some of which go on to be very popular television shows."

The shave head jock gave a bewildered look to him and asked.

"Wait, can't you just watch them on a cartoon channel like 4 kids, Jetix, or Cartoon Network? Why the fuck would you want to read!"

He does make a good point, but reading can be fun, and plus you can get extra details of the characters and… Oh shit the glasses kid is getting angry.

"RGGGGHHH! That's it! Just give me back my bag!"

The glasses kid then attempted to grab the back only for the shave head jock to shove him on the ground. I didn't really want to get involved with bullying, but I don't want this shit to go on, so I decided to step in with the tough guy look.

"Hey! You should stop messing with that kid."

The shaved head kid turned to my direction and gave me an angry pissed off look. That boi mad.

"What! And who the hell are you! I never seen you before, nerd!"

I just laughed at him and flipped my hair over to appear more in control, I even gave him a sly smile as I continued speaking to him.

"One of the new kids on the block took a hit. And you better watch out because I'm about to rock your shit!"

I thought that was a clever rhyme, but the jock didn't appreciate that and yelled at me.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME UP TWERP!"

"Not think… I can beat you fo—"

Fool… The word I was about to say until the shaven head jock suckerd punch me in the stomach. He even caught me off surprise as I fell to the ground with a stinging pain in my abdomen.

"Ack Ack Ack!"

I screamed out as the jock laughed at me as he is the king of the world for bullying.

"That's what you get looser! Don't talk shit to me or else—"

Just before he could finish his sentence a loud scream from a woman is heard across the courtyard.

"HEY! WHAT IS GOING ON OUT HERE!"

Suddenly an adult lady with black hair with red streaks while it was tied in a small bow, had pale skin, glasses, and wore a black button up suit and skirt with parts of her chest revealing. She looked imitating and was in power, in fact was she the principal. I think she is!"

"HA! Look who's in trouble!"

The glasses kid laughed and spoke to the shave head jock who soon gave a stern look.

"SHUT UP! DON'T YOU LAUGH—"

"TRODY! SILENCE! AND FOLLOW ME!"

The lady yelled, making the jock silent as he scoffed.

Wow… she is a life saver, of course they were shitty students and teachers at the school, but the principal is always there to change the environment of the school. Just as I stood up and smiled at her.

"Hey I just wanted to say thanks for helping—"

"YOU! YOU'RE COMING ALONG AS WELL!"

What the fuck? Like seriously what the fuck and why,

"Wait what! But I…I—"

"No excuses! You're both in trouble for starting a fight in the yard!"

Well that was some bullshit, I just got and decided to comply so I wouldn't get in more trouble and follow the principal as we left the glasses kid alone in the courtyard.

"Ummmm…What just happened?"

Me and the shaven head jock continued to follow the principal and she took her to her office. She is told to sit down and wait outside as she and the shaven head jock enter the office. It was still lunch period so no students were roaming around the halls, leaving me to think about my actions… My actions however were justified, I was trying to defend a student from being bullied. Isn't that what we are supposed to do? Help out others in trouble, I was taught that by my family and I hold it in as my own principal. Soon after waiting for like 5 minutes, the shave head jock left the office while looking down on the ground and his hands in his pockets. I entered the office to see the principal sitting down at her office chair and I went in to sit down on the opposite side of her as she crossed her arms and spoke to me.

"Before we talk about this situation, I understand you are new here right?"

"Yes I am."

I responded to her as I looked around the room and lightly tapped on the chair's armrest.

"Joshua Light is my name."

The principal raised an eyebrow as she heard my name.

"Ah I remember reading your transcript. You transferred from Wood Creek highschool. That place full of troubled teenegers. I hope you are not going to influence this school's well -being."

Well being? I thought to myself. I haven't seen the big problem of this school yet, but so far there are many things wrong with this school so far. Teachers have little concern with student bullying and the students themselves are disrespectful and unhelpful, but I didn't know that she even thinks I'm going to be a problem. I transferred from that trash school to here because I didn't want to deal with troubled people any more and have a new positive high school life, However it seems that this place is also shitty as well or that North Virginia has some of the worst schools ever!"

"Well miss, I'm not the trouble maker you think I am."

I tried to defend myself to her.

"Are you sure Joshua?"

She said to me while giving the look as if I was the bad guy! I was getting really annoyed at her for treating me like a delinquent.

"Yeah I'm sure. I just have my ways of solving problems."

I responded, but she didn't look amused.

"Yeah well it's no excuse for assaulting someone like that just because they were bullying someone like that. There are ways to solve such things and you shouldn't use violence as the answer."

"I didn't even hit him though!"

I answered her since all I did was tell that jock to stop messing with the glasses kid.

She raised her eyebrows and responded to you.

"You still provoked him and attempted to get into a fight right?"

Well she has a point there, since if it gets to that level I was willing to self defend myself. However this still doesn't excuse the fact he was bullying a student!

"Well what do you want me to do! Sit around doing nothing! He started hitting the glasses kid so if I tried to tell a teacher, there's a chance that he might get seriously hurt! That might not be the chance but I didn't want to take chances since literally during my last class a girl named Emily choked me after she didn't want to be my assigned partner and even didn't like the idea of us working together!"

The Principal just as any other person hearing the name Emily flinched her eyebrows. That name is really Infamous in the school.

"Emily… She does have problems, same with many students in this school."

Wait! There are a lot more of these assholes, Emily is crazy, really crazy and I 100% positive there is something wrong with her, hell even the photography student from earlier Nicole who was mean to me after I tried to give her respects is slightly better as she didn't threaten to beat me to the oblivion.

"If there are a lot more students here, then we need to do something about it, because this could be a serious problem!"

My idea is good, very good and I expect the principal to be on board since she is the head of the school, but to my surprise she wasn't.

"You have to understand that this school has had some major incidents in the past with the student bodies that have taken a toll on the reputation of this school. This has left some damage on the student population to the point some students are so used to self - defense and violence that this has become a norm around the school. You need to understand that."

I was baffled by that statement. This is the norm in the school. What the fuck kind of shit is that!

"You gotta be kidding me! There is no way you are going to continue to allow that to happen! Aren't you the principal of this school!"

"Look Joshua it's a long story and you don't want to hear it, but to answer your question yes I am, but even then it's difficult sometimes to keep a school running if it's reputation and students have been tainted heavily. If you don't believe the things that I say then you can always drop out of this school and go back to where you came from."

I was furious hearing that. And I was about to lose my shit, but I composed myself and took a deep breath. I might drop out of this school if I have to deal with the same shit over and over again.

"Fine. That might be what I'm going to do!"

I told the Principal who just gave me an emotionless stare and responded with.

"Then at the end of the school day, I would like to hear your answer of school resignation."

I nodded at her and left the office in silence. I looked at the time and noticed it was 11:30 AM. Shit lunch is still in session, but I didn't really care, I saw the opportunity to write a dropout slip and handed it to the big boob bitch principal. I decided to walk towards a random study desk in the hallway and popped out a piece of paper to begin writing my custom made dropout form.

*Hi, My name is Joshua Light and I'm writing this form to inform you I'm dropping out of this school. I don't want to deal with the bullying and threats from the students if the teachers and even principal isn't even going to do anything and at this point I don't want to continue school because—

As I was writing my paper, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Are you seriously writing a drop out form?"

Despite the voice sounding familiar, I turned around with the who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here face, but it turns out the voice was from Nicole. The girl from photography that was late, defend herself from students talking to her, but more importantly just not giving a fuck even when I tried to compliment her. I just gave her a frown and said.

"Ya I am, this school fucking sucks and I'm tired of dealing with this stupid ass shit."

Nicole shook her head when she heard me say that and gave me a stern and real response.

"Don't be such a baby. You're barely in high school and already want to drop out? God you really are pathetic."

I felt insulted when I heard that and rightfully so I defended myself… In my opinion anyway.

"Ok How about you shut the fuck up and stop acting so self centered! You don't know what my fucking situation is BITCH!"

Nicole gave a dry frown at me and even slightly chuckled. What the fuck is the deal with her? Just when I was about to further go off on her like some angry teenage brat, I spoke again.

"Oh please. Your life couldn't be any worse than mine. I've moved to at least 4 different towns already, my mom's a bitch! My dad killed himself blaming me! My brother is an absolute psycho and on the watchlist, and I'm in constant pain. So stop being such a little baby."

"Oh shut up you reall— Wait… did all that really happen…?"

I bluntly spoke up at first, but after talking for a few seconds I realized what she said and calmed down.

"Did all of that really happen to you?"

"Yeah, it did."

Nicole answered simply and didn't make a single change on her blank expression, no sadness, anger, fear, or hate. I began to feel bad for her even though she was saying all of this harshly.

"Damn… That's fucked up."

Nicole shrugged.

"Whatever. Don't act like you care."

I shook my head in disagreement.

"Bullshit, most people in this school probably would, but I do. That is really fucked up."

Nicole just stared at me for a few seconds before speaking up. I could tell she didn't take me seriously and had a look of disbelief.

"You're not from this town, so you probably have a nice life. You have no idea what it's like being me, so don't even pretend that you think you do."

I chuckled to Nicole and spoke up.

"I have a nice home life, yes… but school… The worst of the worst."

"Don't even try to compare with my situation."

Nicole huffed and turned around to me while crossing her arms and giving me an emotionless stare.

"You have no idea the bullshit I have to put up with every single day. So shut your mouth and get lost."

I sighed at Nicole, she probably went through hell, but I did so too and it wasn't even about comparison, It was about relativity.

"You're right I have no idea of what bullshit you had to deal with, but I can guess and probably relate to it. And I'm not even trying to compare for jokes or what not. I'm saying this is because I understand. The old highschool I used to go to, I met some fake people who acted like I was their friend. I thought I finally made it since those were the popular kids and I was being talked to and included in their circle, having actually friends was something I wanted and desired so I took it upon myself to try everything to impress these people even if it went against my principal, that includes making possible healthy friendships with actually nice people, but I only turned them away. Soon… I started to be self conscious of decisions and started asking myself If I was doing the right thing hanging out with these people, doing drugs, going to parties all the time, and having sex. Eventually doing my second thoughts. I met a girl named Lynn, a crazy, bitchy and tough girl and at first I thought she was a red flag since I kept hearing disgusting rumors about her messing with guys and even doing illegal activity. I avoided her for a while until one day we talked and soon after I kept coming back to speak and speak to her, that small feeling where I thought she was genuine grew and I realized she wasn't the people who were being depicted, but as our friendship hit the top. I learned the truth of the rumors about her from the very same group of popular kids I hung out with. When I confronted them even threaten to expose them, those fucking assholes decided to instead spread rumors about me and Lynn doing some bad shit, it got to the point were we got bully and soon… It drove Lynn to the point of suicide."

Nicole stopped and showed a small shocked expression. She was stunned to hear this. She probably thought that most people at least had a half decent home life or a good one.

"Oh…. Well… Shit…"

I gave her a small dry smile as Nicole soon stood next to me as I continued speaking.

"Yep, pretty fucking crazy, but it get's worst. I tried to expose the whole school on why Lynn died and that it was all of the popular kids' fault, but no one believed me, they all thought I was crazy and I was just trying to fuck with them, shit even the teachers told me I was over dramtic with this whole thing. No matter how much I tried and told, people wouldn't believe me and the bully from the popular kids who I thought were friends, homies that would have my back turned against me. My highschool Sohpmore year was hell, each day was literally me avoiding people constantly and it came to the point where I only relied on myself and choose not to associate with anyone and even after I completed that semester, the experience traumatized me to point where I'm paranoid to really associate with anyone from that school. If I heard someone's name that sounds familiar, I freeze up. If I heard someone that went to that school, I would freeze up. It was the summer vacation, but the 3 months felt like hell, even purgatory for me!"

Nicole was speechless, she still had the same emotionlessness on her face, she didn't say anything rude or harsh, she just stood and listened to me. Did she start to feel sad for me? Just as I was thinking this she soon spoke to me.

"And I thought most people have a wondrous life…"

I nodded to Nicole as she looked towards me and asked a question to me.

"How does this relate to your school drop out letter though…"

I answered.
"I just felt this whole school experience isn't my thing. I don't want to deal with shitty people anymore, so I figure I'm just going to go to the wall and look for a job, if I am able to get one. Besides… no one will give a shit about me or even care if I try to help out or communicate with them, so what is the point of even staying at this school."

Nicole after hearing that decided to give me a solid answer..

"Well how about learning not to care about that bullshit."

What Nicole said made me think.

"Why should I not care?"

"Because No one cares if you're some weird kid that doesn't fit in. Just keep to yourself and ignore the kids that are assholes. It's really not that hard."

Nicole then pulled up a chair and sat next to me as she further talked to me.

"It really hasn't bothered me that much, but maybe that's because I know how to deal with it because I'm used to it. You should learn how to not care. It's how I get through every single day. I don't give anything a second thought and I do whatever I want. No one bothers me for long, and they usually stop when they realize I couldn't care less. That or I scare them off."

I gave her a look of disbelief, I kinda understood what Nicole meant but not caring about the whole school. Even if I did that, how am I going to achieve anything if I'm just sitting down doing nothing.

"So you're just telling me to not care and give up?"

"Basically. I did, and it's worked great for me. So why can't it be for you?"

Nicole responded while giving me a dead serious look, she didn't look as if she cared if my feelings were hurt, and hell I can't tell if she was doing this just to be a bitch, self centered person, or even help me. I soon told her why that part is difficult for me.

"Because I can't let things sit by and let it happen, sure if it's not involving me, but I'm part of something and I just let it fly by then I will carry that weight. That is why I can't simply do not care."

Nicole frowned further as she responded to me.

"Oh god you're so annoying. You care too much and that is the problem."

"Wait, I care too much? What does that mean?"

I asked Nicole because I genuinely do not know what the fuck it means.

"It means you're too concerned about what other people think and their feelings."

Nicole said that bluntly, but she didn't appear to be mad or even more annoyed, she was calming down and spoke more rationally as she continued.

"You should care for yourself before others. It's probably good to look out for other people, I wouldn't fucking know for myself, but I do know that I don't listen to what other people say, don't even hear them out if they talk untruthful shit about me. That's how I've kept myself from completely losing it. I don't care when people call me a loser, a whore, a freak, anything. Just put in some headphones and listen to music and do whatever the heck you want. No one will ever bother you again."

What Nicole said was kinda inspiring. Harsh, but inspiring. I gave a small smile to her and spoke.

"I guess that is the case, but—"

"But what? Quit acting like a pussy and just go with it. This world is full of terrible people that will only care about themselves and what benefits them. You need to realize that those people aren't going to magically change just because you will act nice to them or buy them gifts! There might be some people that are ok with it and that is cool, but the people who are like, *Oh my god you buy me chocolate I want to be your boyfriend or whatever.* Those people don't give a fuck about you and only that chocolate you bought and will buy for you more."

Nicole then sighed and gave me a look with the same blank expression she had, but a serious frown was forming.

"What I'm really saying is, do not care or focus on people who aren't willing to change because they aren't even worth it. They will change by themselves if they want to or not… If you do that then you will know if they are an asshole, bitch, jerk, or perhaps none of them if they are willing to change and be a good person to you and everyone."

The advice or rather scolding Nicole told me is insightful, although I'm not sure if it is the right way to go, she is right about one thing. This world is full of terrible people who only care about themselves. More less or the other… I soon began to wonder how Nicole treats everyone…

"So, what is your deal or thoughts about this school and some of the people here. I'm pretty sure we have the same feelings about it."

Nicole sighed and responded, but a hint of sadness was heard in her voice.

"Yeah pretty much. I hate this school and hate every single person in it. They are all narcissistic assholes who think they are in High School Musical, Mean Girls, or even Twilight if we want to go absurd, but the worst part is all these people act like they have a tragic life or something. That is why everyone is so emo and depressed. This school is filled with nothing but drama and I'm sick and tired of people bitching and moaning… Not everyone in this school is like that though… Well at least for two people I know of during my one month here."

Oh ya, Nicole just told me a minute ago how she moved from different cities because of her odd family, but what striked me the most from the insightful conversation is that Nicole mentioned there are decent people here.

"And who is that?"

Nicole looked at me for a few seconds before speaking again. She then spoke a little bit more quietly, she took a deep breath before answering. She couldn't believe she was about to give away the only person in this school that she trusted and was friends with.

"Her name is Jecka. She is nice and she is the only person who actually hasn't treated me like crap in this school. She can be bitchy, a drug addict, and have questionable morals… I am pretty much in the similar boat as her."

That sounds slightly concerning, but at least Nicole has a friend that is cool and doesn't treat her like shit or even body slam her on the hallway floor. I would like to meet this Jecka one day, but I want to know what 2nd person Nicole meant to be decent.

"She sounds pretty chill, but who is the 2nd decent person you mention?"

Nicole gave me a blank stare as if I was stupid for asking about what was very obvious. She then answered me very bluntly.

"Obviously YOU dumbass, you thought I was talking about the jocks, the sexually assault females, or the nerdy boys that draw those 2D Asian cartoon girls."

I became surprised, not because I don't think I'm a decent person because of course I'm a great fucking person! But I'm more surprised that Nicole is saying that.

"Me?"

Nicole then frowned at me as if I asked another dumbass question and I will, I did indeed.

"Yeah dumbass. I'm not sure if it was obvious or not, but you are the only one here who has gotten to know a little bit about me and you haven't treated me like crap or acted like a prick, I guess that is good for something."

I smiled upon hearing that statement as it meant Nicole knew I wasn't an asshole at best. It even boosted my self esteem a bit, but Nicole looked like she was about to say something again.

"And I just wanted to know, what I said earlier after photography class or whatever it was, I only said that because I wasn't sure of your intentions. I thought you were a guy that was trying to hit on me or something."

That wasn't really my intention at all, even though Nicole is good looking, I didn't really think of hitting on her at all.

"Na, I'm not that type of guy… So what now… Does this mean we are friends."

Nicole bursted out laughing after hearing that statement as if I had made a joke.

"Friends? Is that seriously a question? No you dumbass, this means I don't have to be so rude with you. That's it. You are still a loser."

I shrugged at her statement. Yes I did, I know most people would like it. *Really bitch, I vented all of my bullshit to you and you gave me advice and you're still not treating me like a friend!* But I honestly didn't care. It's like what Nicole told me to not overly care about this shit too much. Nicole turned back to me and made an extra comment.

"But the idea of us being friends does sound interesting, but I'm not sure you would be friends with me. I'm not that great of a person, I don't give a bout people or their problems, and I even will tell a guy to jump off the building for me only as a joke."

Telling a guy to jump off a building as a joke, I'm not sure if she is exaggerating or not, but I don't think she is really capable of doing that, probably… but I'm confident that won't happen.

"I don't care, you gave me good advice and plus you aren't overly bitchy compared to… Certain people…"

Nicole actually gave a genuine laugh at me and spoke out.

"Oh wow someone actually thinks I'm not a huge raging bitch… That is a surprise. Don't think this means we are friends or whatever, but I do have a question for you."

A question? What question could she have at this certain time, I doubt it's her asking me out, but… I have a feeling it might be about my dropout paper.

"Ya, what do you want to ask?"

"It's about you dropping out of this shitty school. You have thought about it, right?"

Yep I was right. It is about the dropout paper. I'm pretty confident Nicole wouldn't care if I did or not and as much as I want to leave this shitty school, I didn't want to. Nicole with her strange and harsh words gave me hope and even encouragement. Perhaps there are decent people in this school and maybe some who might trash on the outside, but are really timid and chill on the inside just like Nicole. She may seem like a bitch, but she does have a good conscience… To some degree she isn't a saint… But neither I am….

But am I really going to drop out? Well the answer is simple.

Nicole tried waiting patiently for me as I am having one of my deep monologues in my head, but soon she grew tired of it and yelled out.

"Are you having a stroke or something? I just asked a simple fucking question? Are you going to drop out or not?"

I gave Nicole a big big smile, showed her my paper and performed a gangsta move.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

Yep… I ripped, tear, and shredded my dropout paper as the small pieces of paper slowly sprinkled on the ground as snow flakes.

Nicole had a blank expression for a few seconds. She stood there in silence, her eyes following the pieces of paper falling on the ground. Eventually her mouth grew to an amused grin as her eyes darted back up to me.

"Damn… and here I thought you were another pussy to drop out… I guess you were the only one who was able to grow a pair besides Jecka."

I laughed at Nicoles comment. Was she really worried about me? Probably not, but she kinda froze for a second when I said.

"I always had balls, I just had to realize that I'm a man! Not no pussy ass bitch!"

Nicole laughed and slapped her knees before giving me a sarcastic comment.

"You do not have balls. You still look like a pussy to me, I don't care how much you deny that. Just LOOK at how weak and pathetic you LOOK! I bet most people would bully you!"

I smiled at her sarcastic remark.

"Maybe in the past, but now. They ain't going to do shit!"

Nicole was about to say something, but she paused and her eyebrow raised slightly, She had something new to say.

"I bet you if I told everyone how much of a pussy and a loser you are, they'll believe me and bully you. Because they're all assholes that'll believe in anything. Me however, I still think your a pussy, but I know you aren't a total loser"

I gave Nicole a smile even if the compliment was harsh, but it was brute honesty and that was something I respected. As I was about to say something, the school bell ringed.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!*

Nicole rolled her eyes as the bell rang, she wasn't thrilled by it and even sighed as she looked at me in an annoyed look. She didn't even want to give a witty comment and just responded with only a few words.

"Ugh… I guess we have to go to class now…"

I wasn't too excited by it either and just responded bluntly.

"Ahhh shit…I forgot we were still in school."

Nicole gave me another small sarcastic grin as she rolled her eyes again.

"Yeah, like where else's? Narnia?"

She then sighed and looked off into the distance as she was planning something.

"I'm probably going to ship class… I don't feel like dealing with this shit. What about you, I know your good guy persona isn't going to skip class."

I didn't really like the idea of skipping classes, especially on my first day and the same for Nicole and even thought had been in the school for a month, but it's her life and not mine so I'm not really going to put my too sense in, instead I just smiled and nodded at her.

"Ya, I'm not the type to skip classes.'

Nicole gave a me a small smirk and responded

"That is what I thought and I'm pretty sure I don't have to tell you this, but DON'T snitch and tell on me!

"I ain't going to snitch, cause I ain't no bitch."

I said to Nicole while I chuckled and gave her a big smile. While I don't really like her actions of skipping, I ain't going to be snitching on just because of it. All I hope is that she doesn't get in too much trouble.

Nicole smirked at my statement.

"Good, don't be a pussy like everyone else. Also thanks."

She said that in an amused voice as if the thought of getting into trouble didn't even bother her and wasn't a big deal. She then turned around and gave me a genuine smile and waved at me.

"I guess I'll see you after class then…Josh."

"I guess I will see you later. Nicole."

And with that after Nicole and I exchanged comrade waves, I walked away, going my own way to class. When I thought to myself, I was glad to see that the conversation between me and Nicole had ended on good terms. We weren't exactly friends, but she at least saw me as someone that isn't completely awful. I also noticed something about her that I never really put into much thought about. She was a genuinely good person in a way, she just always tried to deny this fact and act like a mean and rude person. She was also someone that could keep a secret and was very loyal to those she had close. While her decisions weren't the best and is self centered, I believe she can be a good friend and that maybe.

My new highschool experience won't be bad after all.

TO BE CONTINUED….

CREDIT MEMO

Class of 09 and Class of 09 RE UP created by SBN3

Characters used and mentioned from the game.

Nicole

Jecka

Emily

Trody

Mr. White

Ms. Ames.

Mr. Katz

Mr. Lorre

Mr. Burleday

Coach Colby

Miss Lynn(School Principal)

Crispin(Weird guy at the lockers)

Ari(Red hair girl in photography)

Jefferey(Weird Glasses Kid)

I hope you enjoy the chapter as I have great ideas of this fanfiction/story and I hope you will enjoy them as I continue writing this story and others.

Class of 09 is an interesting and amazing anti visual novel and I wanted to make a fanfiction that takes the idea of a person who wants a normal highschool enlisting in the crazy North Virginia highschool, but I also wanted the game to teach the importance and problems with modern schools, even though this all take place in 2007-09. There are a lot of references that will be seen in the story such as from Great Teacher Onizuka, Resident Evil/Biohazard, Mean Girls, She's the Man, and Shenmue I and II. I have a lot of story ideas and scenarios I would like to share and see how it would play out in the world of Class of 09.

And once again support SBN3, the voice actors, the people who help associate and contribute to this game, and if you want to experience the original and support the original creators, buy and play this amazing game yourself!