AN: Time for the next chapter of the rewrite! This time, we're gonna go through and introduce some more of our very varied cast, some old faces and many new ones! Here's hoping they'll be far better than what came before!

As an important disclaimer, while there are a couple characters picked out from the dozens that were submitted before, I removed the vast majority of them because they added nothing significant to the story and just made things far more complicated on my end. So please understand and don't get mad if you read through and don't find your character from last time here or in later chapters. I tried my best but it just didn't work out, and it's nothing personal.

Anyways, with that of the way let's continue our story from Gavin's viewpoint! Fear not, though, for others will get their chance soon enough… (-o-)

After a very terrifying rest of first period, we were finally permitted to go to lunch. I was very curious to see what these summer camps were gonna be. I normally would probably just stay home and play video games and maybe write during summer break, but I was willing to give this a shot. Maybe I'd actually talk to people for once.

…Yeah, that was about as likely as our new teacher being a Mew. Aka, no chance at all.

Oh well, it's the thought that counts.

The cafeteria, as always, was packed as students scrambled to find seats or navigate around the many shenanigans going on. There was always something chaotic afoot, although there was a very wide empty clearing around the lunchline. After all, everyone wanted to stay away from the cafeteria workers and the mysterious sludge they served. Rumors abounded that they were buying their ingredients from aliens, because there was no way that substance was native to Earth.

As such, all the chaos was on the edges of the room, which also was inconveniently where all the tables were located. So there was no fleeing the chaos if you wanted to avoid the alien ladies and have a place to sit.

Carefully I weaved my way around a rubber chicken fight to the death, a random dance party, a ketchup shower, some wild snakes of various species, the principal's newest sports car, and some sports team guy practicing his creepy puppet strangling for the next championship.

All in all, a pretty quiet day for the cafeteria, although that lasted about as long as that sentence.

"Hey there Gav!"

Powersliding in front of me with a maniacal grin was none other than Eddie. Eddie was as legendary as Zoe in the school, albeit for different reasons. For while Zoe was the master of pranks, he was the master of building and inventing anything he wanted to.

Generally with a jet engine equipped, somehow. No one knew where he got them from.

But most infamously was his absurd luck, and/or superhuman invincibility. Nothing seemed capable of harming him, even when his inventions blew up in his face or someone dropped him in the sea with an anvil tied to his foot. Rumor even suggested he had opened the thirteenth door at school…and SURVIVED.

The boy himself looked very much like a mad genius in his own right. His blond hair was spiky and all over the place, stained with black marks from the explosions and flamethrowers and who knew what else. His shocking blue eyes constantly darted every which way, and never seemed to be able to look straight. He was dressed as always in a white shirt (covered in stains from grease and oil and food and explosions), blue jeans, and a ratty chef's coat.

"How's it going, my dude?", he asked, flexing a hang ten pose, "I noticed you were all alone and figured I might as well join you!"

I replied, "Uh, but I kinda actually wanted to be alone this time…"

Eddie chuckled. "Too bad! I'm here now and ready for some CHAOS. Like, oh, look up there! The flyers the new teacher promised would be there!"

I looked up, and was startled to see a flight of pink paper airplanes gliding over the cafeteria. Several students were leaping up to try and grab them out of the air, to mixed success.

Eddie, of course, nabbed one first try. "Alright, Gav, let's see what this is for!"

Upon unfurling it, I noticed it was a list of camps and descriptions for each one. I scrolled over cooking, math, basketball, communist, engineering, get-rich-quick, and Fr*nch before my eyes caught onto the last one in particular.

Camp Pokemon!

Here we will spend two weeks having fun with all things Pokemon! We will have tournaments, games, food, prizes, and excellent social bonding experiences galore! Come with us to the lovely Lake Valor to spend your summer nerding out in the great outdoors! We hope to see you all there! Sign-ups are tucked underneath Principal Billy Joe Bob Smith's desk chair.

"Ooh, ain't this exciting!?", Eddie exclaimed, "I'm definitely signing up for that Pokemon camp. You are too, right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Could be fun I guess."

Eddie grinned. "More than fun! Heck, my Eddie sense is tingling right now. Things are gonna get wild there! Imagine that!"

"Oh boy…", I grumbled.

I found a place to sit down, pulling out my lunch bag. Eddie immediately seated himself across from me, leaning back and resting his shoes on the table. I noticed these seemed to be a brand new pair of white and black sneakers, with a suspicious set of translucent circles scattered all over them.

"How do you like my new disco shoes?", asked Eddie cheerfully.

"Disco shoes?", I asked warily.

"Yeah, they light up when I dance. Wanna see?", asked Eddie.

I looked around. "We're still in the cafeteria…so, another time?"

Eddie sighed. "Aw, alright. Well I suppose I need to eat lunch anyway."

He pulled out an odd can of some unusual substance and started gulping it down. I looked away immediately, not wanting to be grossed out right before I ate lunch. I had no idea what concoction he had made this time and really did not want to know.

As we ate, I heard a girl cry out, "Kent's gonna boop the Janitor's nose!"

Eddie did a spit take, thankfully not on my food. "He's gonna what!?"

"That's right!" I looked up to see a buff kid stand up on a nearby table, taking on a heroic pose. His curly blond hair waved and sparkled, his blue eyes staring to the sky with determination. His perfectly cleft chin sent girls to tears, and his muscles bulged tremendously against his white sports jersey and gray shorts. "I am gonna boop the Janitor's nose, and scare that menace from our halls forever!"

"Oh, Kent, you're so brave!", squealed a girl, presumably from his social media page, "Will you sign my forehead!?"

Kent chuckled. "Certainly, fair maid, after I complete this deadly task!"

I groaned loudly and planted my face into the table. Kent drove me absolutely insane. Absolutely full of himself and overly dramatic to the point of being a Shakespearean actor.

Eddie shrugged. "Well, I don't think we'll have to deal with that guy for much longer. A shame really. I'll be the only one at his funeral."

Kent did a dramatic flip off the table, landing on his stupidly shiny sneakers with ease. With a pure white grin, he marched over to the door, where we knew the Janitor would walk through at any moment to start cleaning the cafeteria mess up early.

"This is gonna be entertaining." Brianna slid in next to me, her eyes focused on Kent. "About time Mr. Popular gets knocked down a peg."

As we watched, I noticed Wendell stand up on another table, this time flanked by his two friends, Zeke and Janet.

Zeke was a tall, muscular dark-skinned guy with long spiky black hair and cold blue eyes. He wore a dragon shirt from some old band he liked, over which he wore a silver studded black leather jacket. This plus his ripped blue jeans made him look like a punk rock star my sister would absolutely love, but the music that poured from his guitar was far far more than that. He was rather tough and intimidating, but I suspected there was something else under there.

Janet, meanwhile, was a short quiet girl with messy blond hair that always covered her green eyes. She wore a simple red sweater over a white shirt and long jeans a bit too large for her, and she always carried a small drum around in case her friends started an impromptu band session. She had a much larger drum set at home, but she couldn't exactly lug that around all day.

Wendell took out his microphone, cleared his throat, and began, "I once knew a kid whose name was Kent…"

Janet and Zeke shrugged and began to try to play a tune to match as Wendell began singing an obituary. Some of the spiteful students started to dance (Zoe especially), and the fan club just looked infuriated.

Meanwhile, Kent stood impatiently at the door, that cheeky grin not leaving his face.

One second, he was there, the next he was on the opposite side of the cafeteria. He was spread-eagled on the ground, looking absolutely stunned.

"Oops.", said the Janitor, squeezing into the dining hall, "Did I accidentally run over somebody?"

Everyone stared in silence. Kurt sat up with a groan.

"Janitor…", he gasped, "I come…to boop…your nose…"

The Janitor stared at him.

Kent pulled himself to his feet, eyes determined. "I swear, I will do it. You won't even know what hit you."

The Janitor continued to stare silently.

Kent started marching over, raising his hand. "Do you not know fear!? Your end approaches!"

The Janitor did not cease his staring.

"Come on, Janitor! Take me on!", Kent yelled, pounding his chest and taking off into a run, finger aiming right for the Janitor's nose. But right as he would have struck, a massive finger struck out and pressed against his own nose.

"Boop.", the Janitor said calmly.

Kent's eyes rolled up, and he fell back completely unconscious. His fangirls shrieked in horror and swarmed him, the Janitor looking as innocent as could be.

The cafeteria burst into uproar, as everyone murmured about what had happened to Kent.

"Did you see that-"

"No freaking way."

"One boop from the Janitor was all it took to take down the king!?"

"Stay away from him! He has the clean touch!"

"What an utter knockout."

"It was like the Janitor didn't move at all!"

"Does this mean the Janitor is the new most popular kid?"

"Perhaps he holds the power of the thirteenth door…"

The Janitor strode to the center of the room as the fangirls carried their beloved man out of the room in tears, then declared, "Have a good last week. I hope to see you all go to the camps. Or else…I might boop more."

He didn't have to tell everyone twice. The whole cafeteria of students swarmed out, all hurrying to crawl under the principal's desk to sign those sheets before they ended up like Kent. (-o-)