Ch. 1
(P.O.V : None)

Kuki Sanban, a shy seventeen-year-old girl, laid in her bed on a late Sunday night. The wind blew, and rain poured from outside her window. She opened her journal.
School starts tomorrow. I wonder if I meet any new friends! I sure hope I do; last year was terrible…
She put down her pencil and closed her book. She slowly drifted asleep.

Awaking the next morning, she jumped out of bed and ran over to get closet. "I have to make a good impression, don't I?" she pondered, speaking aloud to herself. She scanned her closet, looking for the right outfit, when she eyed her green sweater. She put on a half-smile and grabbed it off the hanger. She wanted to look simple today; not liking people stare at her. Grabbing her black pants, she also put a green headband in her straight, raven-colored hair to match her outfit. 'Perfect,' she thought to herself, grabbing her backpack. Today was going to be the start of a great year, she hoped.

"Mom, I don't want to go to school," Nigel Uno exclaimed, as his mother tried to get him out of bed.
"Don't make me get the water bucket!" his mom threatened him in a sing-song voice.
"Okay, Mom, I'm up!"
Trudging out of bed, Nigel opened his clothes drawer. He stared at his clothes choices. He decided just to wear a red-collared T-shirt and khaki shorts.
"Don't forget to brush your hair," he heard a voice from downstairs say. "Very funny, Dad!" he responded, staring at his bald head. Nobody knew why he had never grown hair back, or even how he lost it, as a child.
He made his way downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing himself an apple and milk. Down went his food, and he started for the door. "Nigel," he heard a voice say ad cringed. He did not want a before-school lecture. He turned to his dad. "Yes sir?" he questioned. "Don't forget these," his dad said with a confident attitude, handing his son his glasses. Nigel headed for the door again and turned before waking out. "Thanks, Dad."

"I am the alarm clock for lazy teens everywhere, whenever mothers call out to me! I am the guy that makes you say, 'Get off me!' I am The-"
"TOMMY! Get off of me!"
" Another mission accomplished by The Tommy!"
Hoagie Gilligan rubbed his leg from where Tommy, his younger brother, jumped up on him. 'Why did mom have to send him up?' he thought to himself and yawned, stretching every limb possible. 'That's right,' he exclaimed in his head. 'Today's the first day of school!' he ran out of bed and opened his dresser drawers. He examined his clothes. "Why did I ever have my mom get the same outfit twenty times," he said, groaning.
"Because you wanted to look like a cartoon wearing the same clothes everyday!"
"Tommy, get OUT!"
' Brothers, sheesh!' he yelled in his head, while changing into his light blue shirt, white long-sleeve shirt, and brown pants. He grabbed his folder decorated with airplanes, his hat, and his backpack and ran to his second favorite place in the world; the kitchen.
"Wow Mom, you've really outdone yourself today,'" he exclaimed, wide-eyed, as he stared at the buffet of pancakes, waffles, sausage, bacon, hash browns, and oatmeal.
After his meal, he headed out the door, ready to start a new school year.

Abigail Lincoln was already up and ready for her day by the time her parents were up. She was quite the morning person, not to mention she was always prepared. She her father breakfast, and set it out at the table. As she was adding the final touch to her 'breakfast masterpiece,' her father's cat, Murphy, got under her feet and tripped her. Food splattered all over her clothes, the floor, and the cat. "Murphy!" she began to yell, before she gathered herself. She pulled open the drawer, grabbed a hand towel, and cleaned up the mess. "This is why Abby has been a dog person," she mumbled to Murphy, as he came over to her and gave her an apologetic meow. Abigail patted his head, and ran upstairs to change before school started. She grabbed a long-sleeved dark blue shirt, some jeans, and her childhood-favorite red cap. She grabbed her things, set them on the counter, and began to remake her father's breakfast.
"Don't worry about it, Abigail," her father reassured her. "You better get off to school!"
"Thanks Daddy! See you after school!" she called out as she walked put the door.

"Come on, Wallabee! School isn't going to come to you!"
"Mom," the Australian boy shouted into his pillow, "I'm not going to any cruddy school!"
" It's not going to be that bad! Everyone loves the new kid; you'll make friends in no time!"
" Mom, every parent says that! And it never happens!"
" Well not every parent has a handsome lad like yourself as a son! Now up you go!"
Groaning, Wallabee Beatles rolled off his new bed and onto the floor. He pushed off the ground and scanned his room. 'This place is so ugly! Why can't I spend the day decorating my new room instead of going to cruddy school?' He ignored his thoughts, and got ready for school. He knew trying to convince his mom not to make him go was useless.
He walked downstairs and grabbed an orange from the fridge. Wally rarely had to spend time changing because he'd use the clothes he'd wear the next day as pajamas.
" Hey, Sport," his dad greeted him, while reason the newspaper. "How are ya this morning?"
" Fine, Pop," Wally replied, mumbling.
"Wallabee! You better get off to school before you're late," his mom called out to him in her usual happy voice.
Before he left, his little brother, Joey, walked downstairs. "Wally! Why are you leaving so soon?"
Wally knelt down to his little brother and ruffled his hair. "Because, Joey. We are not in Australia anymore. Our classes start earlier, remember?"
"Noooooooo," Joey called out, mimicking what Wally would have said if he heard that.
"See ya, Joes," Wally said, as he grabbed his orange hooded jacket and walked out, smirking at his brother.
"Bye Wallers!"

(P.O.V : Kuki)

I walked to the front of the school, and it looks so nice now! I am glad they painted white, instead of that ugly mustard-yellow. Improvements are really nice. Hey! Maybe this entire year will be an improvement for everyone! Maybe I can meet new friends! Yeah...That would be nice.

(P.O.V : Nigel)

I certainly hope this year is better. Last year sucked! All those jerks; I can't help that I'm bald. I hope that this year I can hang out with people who talk to me for who I am, and not just to make fun of me. Hey, I wonder where- beep beep beep

- Speaking of Hoagie,
[Gill: Uno! Where r u?]
[Uno: By the tree in skool front. Meet me ther.]
[Gill: Be ther soon
[Uno: Kk]

Is it sad that I only have one friend? I mean, I have known Hoagie all my life; of course, we would be friends. I am just glad he's my best friend, and not like those backstabbers I knew last year.

(P.O.V : Hoagie)

[Uno: Kk]
I'm so glad Nigel didn't have to move last year. I would be so lost without him! Imagine being the only kid here without a friend. That would suck big time. I hope I can find more friends though. Nothing against Nigel, but only having one friend? Isn't that kind of sad?
I wonder if that girl Abigail Lincoln will become friends with us. She is like, the calmest and coolest girl I've met. Okay, so we haven't talked. In fact, I haven't said more that 2 sentences to her. I just say 'hi' to her every once in a while. I hope he doesn't find me annoying...
Okay, Gilligan. You can do this! Just walk over to her and introduce yourself...

(P.O.V : Abigail)

Thank goodness they painted the school. It looked pretty ugly. I wonder if I am the only girl who has noticed…
What is that kid doing? Hoagie, I think it is? I see he has finally got enough guts to talk to me. I saw him in the hall all the time last year, and he'd say 'hi'. I wonder if he was afraid to talk to me? I bet it's those rumors that I'm the meanest girl in school. That Valerie is a jer-
"H...Hi, Abby," Wow, he said more than one word to me! He seems to be nervous, though.
"Hi, Hoagie, is it?"
"Yeah!" he answered, exclaiming. I think I made his day by remembering his name!
"That's a pretty sweet name you got there!"
" You...You really like it?"
" Yeah. It's really unique; I like that."
" Than...Thanks," he responded. Is he blushing? He must not get compliments regularly...
"You seem nervous, Hoagie! Are you scared to talk to me?"
"Oh...um...Well, the last thing I want to do is lie to you. But yeah, I am. I don't talk to girls often, and none of them are nice like you. Usually they'll ignore or insult me..."
Poor thing. Why don't people like him? He's so sweet!
"Why don't people like you? You're so sweet!" Did that just come out? I think I am blushing now.
"I don't know...I guess cause I have a reputation of being a nerd. You know how people treat nerds," he paused, then spoke again, like his spirits were lifted all the sudden. "And do you really think I'm sweet?"
"Of course I do. And I don't think you're a nerd either. You're just smarter than most of the jerks here. And-"
I was cut off by this bald boy. I'm guessing he is Hoagie's friend.
"Hoagie! We were supposed to meet by the tree! What kept you up?"
Does he not notice me? I glanced at Hoagie, who was tossing his head slightly in my direction. I guess he's trying to signal to his friend that I'm here.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
"Nigel! I'm talking to someone!" hoagie shouted and threw his arms in my direction. I can't believe that kid didn't notice me!
"Oh, oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," the kid finally noticed me. "I didn't expect Hoagie to be talking to someone like you."
"Hey!" that was weird; me and Hoagie said it at the same time.
"Hoagie is a nice kid! Why can't he talk to me?" I questioned that kid, A little angered.
"I don't want my best friend talking to the jerk of the school, is all."
Oh, so THAT'S why.
"Stupid Valerie! If I were the meanest girl in school, I'd rip her head off!"
"Yeah, Abby is really nice! Give her a chance, Nigel."
The boy glanced at me over his shades. That was really nice of Hoagie to defend me...
"Thanks, Hoa-"
ring ring ring
"There's the bell! We better get to class!"
I walked off to my first class, smiling.

(P.O.V : Wally)

ring ring ring
Great. Cruddy bell. Now I'll be late. Now that I'm in America, I promised myself I'd try to not be late n stuff. My mom is making me get good grades, or she will take away all my exercise stuff! I can do this, right? It's a simple task. Just get to class, do my work. Who says I can't get someone to help me? My first class is... Mr. Bennings. I hope he's not a jerk.
But wait... Where is the cruddy class?
ring ring ring
CRUD! Can this day get any worse?

Yay for Chapter 1!
I hope you guys enjoy this story. It's pretty much a random story. Not as random as Obsessed, though.
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