Himmels: God, we must be insane, Draculina, for starting a new story while we are all ready doing two others.

Draculina: Yeah, but we've been planning to do this one for a while, so we'll just have to bear with it.

Himmels: Yes, we have been wanting to do this for a while. We've always wanted to do a story based on a highschool experience, so we thought 'hey why not the Legend of Zelda'.

Draculina: Just for all y'all reading Spirit of Fire, we are not giving up with that one and we are still co-authoring that Twilight series fanfiction with Senorita Twilight, so...yeah, everything is the same, just we started another story for the heck of it.

Hyrule Highschool

Oh, my God…Is this even considered a town?

My family and I are moving from the big city to a town that looks as though I could squish it in-between my fingers. I doubted that it was even on the map. Right when I passed the sign with the faded, peeling paint and saw bullet holes through the 'a', I knew…

"I'm going to die. They are going to shoot me for fun while I stroll down the sidewalk."

"Sweetie…I doubt that." My mother sighed.

Passing the beaten up sign and into the tiny town, I grimaced when the people didn't recognize the too nice (and too obvious) red convertible Mustang. Thankfully, Mom said she would keep the top up. The stares are bad enough with the top on, imagine them with it down.

Some of the people around the town wore cowboy hats and boots. I looked down at my Audio skate shoes and thought about the pair of black knee high boots in my bag in the trunk. Well, those are no longer useful, I guess. Most of the people wore Wrangler jeans…the sequins on the back pockets will stick out like abscesses on my pants.

"I'm not going to fit in at all." I moaned.

"Hun…If I said this once, I said it a thousand times…you're going to be fine."

I glared at her, "I don't even have an accent."

"You have a slight one."

"But they'll still tell."

"You can get one."

"I don't want one."

"Then stop complaining."
I pursed my lips, but remained silent and went back to looking at the town. No mall. No big name stores. No arcades. Not even a movie theater.

'Well, at least there is a Sonic…" I thought as we drove by and ventured deeper into the country. I had to admit, the rural beauty this tiny place had was charming, but I couldn't find much entertainment and we were practically out of the place already.

My family got tired of living in the city. I didn't, but apparently my opinion didn't matter. My father retired as chief of police and made a fair amount of money in the process. To decompress and relax, he decided he wanted to get away from the things that dissimulated him and the big city crimes, so he wanted to move back to his old home town of Burgstadt. Burgstadt is an old German town located in northern Texas. Such a tiny place…

I come to learn that Dad and Mom planned this for a while, but I didn't think they would go through with it. Wasn't California enough for them? We lived in a tiny town in Nor Cal, but I guess it wasn't tiny enough.

Our car now was passing the highschool that I would be entering the next day. It was tiny just like the town and compared to the one in California, these students wouldn't fill a forth of it. God, even some of the students wore clothes like cowboys and girls. I'm going to die slowly of humiliation. The students of 'Hyrule Highschool' were staring at the Mustang. I ducked a little in my seat and tried not to let them see my face. Who knows what they are thinking.

"Honey, stop making that face. You'll be fine." Mom sighed again when she caught my exasperated look.

"I'm the city slicker in a town of rednecks. They are going to be staring."

"Zelda…" she warned gently.

I put on a hillbilly voice and said, "Hey, der is dat city slicker. She sure gots a purdy mouth."

"That's enough." Mom said sternly, "If you make fun of them they'll certainly hate you."

I didn't reward her with a response.

We were now entering acres of ranchland with tiny houses. Each home probably had at least 20 acres and at most 100. Mom said that we'll be living on a 50 acre peanut farm…

Peanuts…

Wow.

We were nearly there, to our ranch home. I looked over at our half a mile away neighbors and saw a 25 acre plot. Judging by the horse barn that probably had maybe 30 stalls and round pens, it was mostly likely a horse boarding stable and the person that owned it was most likely a horse trainer. Or they could just be boarders, who knows. There was a fairly large outdoor arena. A cute ranch house was pushed to the back. There was a fair amount of time put into the small place.

"Those will be our neighbors, the McKirian's." Mom told me, "They are horse trainers and they have a son your age. I forgot his name, but he'll be a good friend. When I met him he seemed like a nice boy."

I really don't care.

Finally, we are at our new home. Though I didn't want to, I had to say that it was a rather cute house. It wasn't necessarily big, but it was a two story and comfortable for a family of three. The driveway itself had to be at least a mile long and the backyard was a huge peanut field. I looked over back to the McKirian house and saw someone leading a horse out of the barn and into the arena. If they would let me ride one of their horses, they will be all right with me.

Smiling as I got out of the car, I saw Dad coming out of the house. If he saw that I seemed unhappy he'll go berserk and do everything humanly possible to try and make me feel better. Act happy and you won't be pummeled, I told myself. I couldn't help, but raise an eyebrow when I saw that Dad was wearing a new cowboy hat, boots, complete with a big gold and silver belt buckle he won in the past. Good to know he's enjoying himself all ready.

"Ah, Zelda! Do you like it so far?" Dad called to me, his drawl more prominent in his happiness. Though he moved to California when he was first becoming a cop, he never lost his Texan accent that many people found charming. Mom was one of the people who found it cute. She even obtained one when he took her back here to Texas when they started to get to know each other better.

"Yeah, it seems…nice." I told him after a huge bear hug.

He beamed at my answer and looked at his wife, giving her a kiss while saying, "Impa."

"Daltus." She smiled.

Turning his attention back to me he exclaimed excitedly, "Now a tour of the house!"

Seeing him this happy, I couldn't help smile myself. For him and Mom, I guess I'll make the best of this place.

Dad and Mom led me through all the doors showing me the rooms. The house opened up into the kitchen, so that was simple enough. Though the kitchen wasn't big, it was open and bright. If you kept going and went around the counter, you'll look through an archway and see the stairs leading up to the second story and next to the stairs would be the living room and a door leading to the bathroom and the computer room. The living room was comfortable and big enough, the bathroom was a decent size. How big do they have to be anyway? The office is nice. Upstairs led to a hallway of doors, the one at the far end was Mom and Dad's, the one to the left was the upstairs bathroom and the one to the right was my own room. Mom and Dad's room was a good size, but sort of empty without all of their things not yet unpacked. The bathroom was bigger then the one downstairs and had a shower. Mom said that this would be my personal one, because they had their own in their bedroom. That was kind of cool…So was my room, by the way. It was bigger then the one in California, but not huge. The window was directed west, so I could watch the sunset and it overlooked the McKirian ranch, so I could watch them work the horses. My bed was already here and stuffed next to the window and my desk was at the other side of the room next to the closet. My bookshelf was also here, just waiting for me to fill it up again.

"Can I paint it?" I asked them.

"Sure, any color you want." Mom said.

"Any color?"

"Yup, any." Dad nodded.

"You both are going to regret that." I grinned at them and thought of every neon color I could think of.

Dad laughed, "It's your room, do what you want with it."

I smiled and walked over to look out the window. If I took off the screen, I'd be able to sit on the roof that covered the porch underneath. That was great.

"Start unpacking whenever you want, but soon would be nice, so we can get rid of the clutter downstairs." Dad said.

"Ok." I said a little more cheerfully. I really liked my room.

Delighted at seeing me pleased, Dad grinned and followed Mom downstairs to start unpacking things for themselves. Maybe this won't be so bad. I can make the best of things, I'm good at that. Maybe I'll even try to make friends with that McKirian boy next door. Finally taking my eyes off the ranch, I looked over so I could see the edge of the peanut field. Rows and rows of the short, green plant were seen. I would probably end up helping out in that field sooner or later…I wonder who Dad hired to help out with it. Now I was looking at the wooden fence that separated the two properties. There was a fair amount of space in-between the house and it. I could probably plant a garden there. I have always had an affinity for plants and had a green thumb for those types of things.

Seeing the brighter parts of moving made this experience more complaisant for me, which gave me the initiative to start to unpack right away, instead of going through with my first plan and keeping my stuff packed hoping that Mom and Dad would decide that this wasn't the best decision. After clamoring down the stairs with a grin, I looked to see Mom unpacking things for the kitchen and Dad for the living room. I started to search through the boxes to find some of mine and sighed when I found the one marked 'Zelda's books'; might as well do those first.

Just as I was about to climb back up to my room Dad said, "Oh, Zelda." I turned back to look at him, "I picked up some notebooks and such for the school day tomorrow for you. I also bought you a new backpack. It's in your closet."

"Er…thanks…" I told him with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

I had forgotten about the school day…

Climbing the stairs with less of a spring then when I went down, I set the box by the book shelf and opened the closet. A pink Jan Sport backpack with notebooks and pencils was right there waiting for me. I picked up and sat upon the futon that curled up into a couch under my bed to look through it. Five notebooks with different patterns on the covers waited for me when I opened it. I opened the smaller pocket to see a set of pencils with wild designs (Dad makes me laugh sometimes), along with a new scientific calculator and pens with different colored inks. Well, Dad did all the picking and choosing in this whole moving experience, I guess.

Setting the backpack to the side, I got up and pulled out a hair tie from the pocket of my shorts. I pulled up my long blonde hair and thought to myself, 'Well, better get started.'

Himmels: So here is the preview of our newest addition to our little collection that is steadily growing. Hope you liked it!

Draculina: Yeah, so Zelda is the city slicker girl from California who moved into this redneck town of Burgstadt in Texas. Impa is her Mom and Daltus is her Dad. I guess you guys can guess who the McKirian boy is, lol.

Himmels: We thought McKirian sounded cool after we said it outloud again and again. You know Kokirian, McKirian, hahaha...ah, we're idiots.

Draculina: We are, but that shouldn't matter. Review if you like it and we'll update.