Simport, Maine...

One of the largest cities in the east side of the state...

Mainly known for it's wild parties and overall, being some fun town. But it's all fun and games when it's you look pass all that fun, and see a deeper meaning within the people who live in this town...

In one of the houses in the neighborhood area...

A boy was laying in his bed, hearing the alarm clock going off. The loud beeping was going off, causing the young man to sit up, and then presses the button on the clock, turning it off. The man stood up from the bed, and got ready for the first day of school.

After a couple minutes of getting ready, the boy stood in front of his mirror, seeing what he looked like. He stood there, looking at himself, seeing what he looks like. He has blonde spiky hair, with brown eyes, he had a dark blue blazer with a white-buttoned down shirt underneath as well as a black necktie, as well as black dress pants, and brown loafers.

'Well Travis, it's Senior Year of high school. One more year, and you're out of the Royal Academy.' The man, or Travis Dylan, said in his own thoughts. 'I can tell that this year is going to end in one or two ways...one, you get bullied by Chaz McFreely even worse than you do this year, or...two, get your ass kicked by Chaz McFreely, as well as Derek.' The boy narrowed his eyes, glaring at his own reflection. 'Glad to know that my year is going to be good.'

Travis looks down, straightening out his blazer, ready to leave his bedroom. He picks up his backpack, and then walks down the stairs. But before he can go, the blonde boy stopped in front of the door out.

The blonde boy looks around, wondering if his dad was around the house. He assumes that his dad is off at work now. Ever since his dad got the divorce with his mother, Travis was left alone at his house time to time. It feels pretty lonely in the house whenever his dad is out.

Such is life, Travis always thinks to himself...

With one more sigh, Travis exits his house, heading over to the street. He had one certain 'friend' that was on his way over to the front of his house. Or, in other words, the person who's his one ride to school, until after school.

Then comes a speeding red car, heading over to the front of his house. The car slows down in front of the blonde boy, nearly getting a shocked expression out of him. The window rolls down, revealing another male inside the car, sitting in the front seat.

"Hello chump." The man inside said.

The man in question has hair similar to Travis's, only red, has a small beard on his chin, and blue sunglasses. The man was also wearing a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, as well as dark blue jeans. The man is Chaz McFreely, a motorcycle driver who is often seen doing stunts around school, and is dating the leader of the cheerleading squad. Travis gets into the car, sitting next to Chaz.

"Hello Charles." Travis mutters, placing his backpack onto the seat in front of him. Chaz glared at him.

"It's Chaz." The biker said. "Second, you're lucky I don't boot your ass onto the ground just for seemingly having a disgruntled attitude." Travis groans, before sighing to himself.

"Sorry...it's not everyday that your birthday is the end of summer vacation, and then school is the very next day." The blonde leans back on the driver seat, as Chaz began to drive. "...Then on that very next day...one of the bullies in school ends up being the one to drive you to school." Travis rolls his eyes. "But hey...at least this is the last year I'll EVER be driving next to you."

"Unless you decide college."

"Oh, yeah...I'll be knowing how to drive by then."

"Don't count on it..."

"Shut up..."

"Hey, keep in mind, you're lucky I don't boot your sorry ass out of my car."

"Right..."

After a bit of a drive, Chaz and Travis finally made it to the Royal Academy. Some students were standing around the place, talking to each other, or they are just standing around doing...whatever really. Travis and Chaz walked up the school's steps, heading over to the doors inside the building.

"You know, you could've just dressed in that United Kingdom shirt that you always like to wear." Chaz said to him. "Besides, the school uniform thing is optional now."

"Uh, no. If I stay by the rules, I stay by the rules." Travis said to the biker next to him. Chaz scoffs.

"Oh wow...a rule-follower. The rules of this school hasn't left your brain since last year, hasn't it?" The biker pokes the blonde man in his head. "You really need to learn how to have a little fun in your life, dude." Travis swipes the hand out of his face.

"I know how to have fun, Chaz. I also know how to take things seriously."

"Well, more...since you're a bit of a buzzkill." Travis rolled his eyes.

"Look, are we done here? I want to just go into class, and just try to have a good first day of school. Alright?" Chaz nods, holding up his hands, walking down the steps, allowing Travis to enter the school house. "Thank you." Travis enters the school, as Chaz places his hands in his pockets, heading off to the left. He scoffs to himself, as he thinks to himself.

'I swear, that Travis Dylan kid can be such a buzzkill when it comes to rules. He's beginning to sound like Amelia or that Luis kid.' Chaz said in his thoughts as he is walking away from the front doors of the school.

So Travis was now walking to find a bulletin board, trying to find what his first class was. For him, or to all students anyway, his first class was actually an assembly. Guess the first place he has to go to is the auditorium. So, to that location he goes.

The blonde boy carries his backpack on his way to the location that he has to go to. When he arrived at the auditorium, he found that a lot of other students have beaten him to this location first. He walked over to one of the empty seats, sitting himself down, as he stared at the stage, waiting for something to happen. Placing his backpack down side his legs, Travis sits back up, looking forward.

The chattering among the many students began to die down, as the principal of the school, Rosalyn, came walking over to the podium. The woman has a short brown hair with a buttoned-down blue shirt, as well as a matching color long skirt. She use to be the mayor of Simport, before Skip Rogers ended up becoming the mayor out of nowhere. Travis doesn't really know what truly happened there, however.

Approaching the podium, Rosalyn began to speak...

"Hello students, old and new." Rosalyn said into the podium's microphone. "My name is Rosalyn P. Marshall, and I am going to be your principal. Now, as some of you may know, the Royal Academy is the perfect place for a healthy education, from math to science...from history to art...from music to...to P.E." Rosalyn continued to speak as she places her hands together. "Now, I am aware that some of you are going to be graduating this year, as a matter of fact...and from the times you were here, studying or hanging out with friends, I will miss you when you all are on your own..."

Travis sat there, feeling a bit encouraged by hearing this being said by his principal. Truth be told, even though he has some tendencies to be off partying and being a fool like some of the students, he was good friends with his principal nonetheless. He will miss a lot when he's off doing this own thing when he's finally off and graduated.

"To some that are graduating this year, I must tell you all this." Rosalyn said, continuing after that short few minutes of silence. "...After graduation, life can be a little bit...tricky, as close as I can be blunt." Travis was a bit worried hearing that being said. What did Rosalyn mean when she said that? The principal continued to talk. "Some of you might end up experiencing some challenges. For the future, it's the Academy's job to make sure that you face those challenges in life. Anytime you are needing for guidance, you know the people that you can turn to." Rosalyn smiled, before holding out her hands. "To the students who are new here, I welcome you all to the Royal Academy."

Travis continued to sit there, looking forward, before the principal started to talk about what subjects are going to be in the Academy. So, typical stuff. After the principal ended the speech with what subjects there are in this school, the students were on their way out. Travis stood up from the chair he was sitting on, heading out with the rest of the students.

Outside the auditorium...

Travis exits the room, and starts to head back to the bulletin board that he was at before. He walked over to the board that was on the wall next to one of the vending machines, looking at the papers that were on the board, looking at what his first class was going to be this morning.

Placing his index finger on the paper, he looks at who had what times, until a voice came from nearby. By the sound of the voice, he almost didn't recognize it at first. But after a few seconds later, he instantly knew who it was.

"Travis. Long time no see." The female voice said.

Travis looks behind himself, seeing a girl who was about an inch shorter than him. She has blonde hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. She is wearing a black jacket with a pink strapless tank-top underneath, as well as blue skinny jeans, as well as green sandals. Travis knew who this girl was indeed.

This girl is Summer Baxter. The Royal Academy's head cheerleader. Also, she is Chaz McFreely's girlfriend. To Travis, she always seem like a nice girl to be around, but parts of him worry if the kindness that she shows is either her faking it, or it's genuine. At least to Travis, she doesn't really act like a completely stuck-up popular girl.

"It's been a long time..." Summer said, smiling at him. "I've been in New York for about almost my entire summer." Travis chuckles hearing that, while tugging the backpack closer onto his shoulder.

"Uh...nice." Travis said. "So uh...did Chaz join along with you?" Travis only asked this, mainly because he knew that Chaz was actually bored in New York before living in Maine.

"Yes, he did. He came to visit me, while I was job searching for myself."

"Really now? What job did you apply for?"

"Hmm...call it unlike me to select...but I thought lifeguard would be good enough for me." Summer unfolds her arms, continuing to talk. "Tad, or Flipper, is wanting me to train for this job on the weekends."

Travis scoffs, before looking off to the left, and then the right. From the past times he talks to Summer, Chaz was always super annoyed whenever he would be talking to her. Maybe it's because Chaz hates other boys talking to his girlfriend, or it's just because Chaz hates his guts. Maybe. But Travis didn't really have much the time to care about that. He looks at Summer again.

"It's kind of going to suck that me and Chaz are not really going to hang out together during the weekends. Because I was planning on going to the mall with him this Sunday." Summer said, rolling her eyes. She shrugged one shoulder, not really caring one bit, the more she thought about it. "To be fair, at least I'll be doing myself some good with a job like the one I'm getting." She looks at Travis. "Any job ideas, for yourself?"

Travis shook his head quickly hearing that being asked. "Wh-What? Oh, I-I actually...well, gee...I actually was so focused on what happened between my mom and dad that I just...never actually gave it any sort of thought..." The blonde boy then frowned, before smiling with a bit of a hand wave. "You know what? I still have time, you know? It's still Senior Year of high school for me and you, so that gives me...like...what? Nine months or so? I can totally figure out what my future is by then."

"You sure you don't need help?"

"Nope. I got this all under control, Summer."

Travis looks to the left, noticing Chaz was on his way inside the school house right now. The biker was talking with a couple of his friends, before turning his head towards the direction of the two blonde teens. He glared at Travis, placing his hands on his hips, appearing to be annoyed. Travis knew that look anywhere, he knew that Chaz was becoming a bit jealous, and that's not a good thing.

"Here comes your boyfriend..." Travis whispers to Summer, as the biker approached the two of them. Summer held up a hand, smiling at Travis, before turning her direction towards her boyfriend.

"Chaz, you're finally here, sweetie." Summer said, smiling at Chaz.

"Hey, babe." Chaz said, as the two kissed each other on the lips. Chaz then looks over to Travis. "So...chump, glad to see that you're here too. Talking to my girl while my back is turn." Travis rolled his eyes once again, before speaking.

"I'm not stealing your girl, Chaz..." Travis said, annoyed by the biker's attitude. "...Me and her were just talking. You and her were off to New York during your vacation, as well as the job she applied for, and...that's it. Believe me, Summer is WAY out of my league if you ask me." Chaz scoffs, looking down and up at Travis.

"By the way you've been following the rules around the Academy recently...you wonder why."

"Oh ha ha, asshole..." The blonde boy mutters. "...Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but can I not get some sort of fight out of you? It's our first day of school, and the last thing I need is detention on the very first day that I'm here." Summer turns her head towards her boyfriend.

"Just leave him be, Chaz. Me and Travis were, like, just talking anyway." Summer said. Chaz looks over to his girlfriend, before turning his head back to Travis again.

"You got lucky, Dylan..." Chaz said, pointing at the blonde boy. "Come on, baby, let's get to math class. Leave the chump to his lonesome..."

The couple walked off, leaving Travis standing there, watching them leave. The blonde boy mutters to himself, before beginning to walk off to his first class. He wants to have a good first day of school, but it's kind of hard considering that Chaz guy keeps getting in his way at times.

"Chaz says I'm no fun...I am fun..." Travis said. "It's just that things have been difficult for me lately...and..." Travis slaps his own forehead, before shaking his head in disgust. "Oh screw this...I just want to get to class before I lose my mind over that dumb motorcycle-loving psycho..." The boy continued to walk to his first class.