I am attempting to make a humanized POM story so please bear with me, thank you!

Chapter 1

Melman's POV

Hello, my name is Melman Mankiewicz and I live in New York City. A lot of crazy things have happened through my years here, but the most memorable thing that has happened is the brotherly bond of four boys in the face of danger who call themselves 'the penguins'. In attempts to find out more about these legendary 'NYC Penguins', I researched their families and school history; I found very little. I requested meetings with them even though I had no idea where they were.

I feel it was strongly due to luck, and that they sort of knew me, that I was answered. A few weeks later, I had enough information to write a full story on them.

Background...

The story I am about to tell is about four very different boys who learn to become friends, comrades, brothers. These four young boys, tossed into an organization of spies while trying to cope with their school lives. These boys are: sixteen year old Rico Shane Blue; twelve year old Andre Peter (Private) Davis; fifteen year old Percy Jonas (Skipper) Sorenson; and Kowalski Benjamin Taro.

They live on the island of Manhattan, New York. Our school is located near Central Park, it is a school that combines junior high and high school; it spans three blocks. It is like a boarding school in the sense that we live on the property, but not at the school. There is an apartment building where students who don't live here can stay and attend Central Park High School, aka Central High.

At Central High, there are different groups of people or cliques. There are the following: The popular girls, the cheerleaders, the popular guys, the jocks, the tough bullies, the athletes, the nerds, the strange, the childish, the Goth, the socially awkward, and the avoided.

Some of these categories clash and some are related. Private fit into the childish and socially awkward categories; Skipper fit into the popular and athletic groups; Kowalski was mostly a nerd with a passion for swimming and somewhat socially awkward; and as for Rico…well he- I would say he definitely used to fit into the strange and socially awkward categories, but one that really stood out was the avoided. No one was in that group until Rico came along; It's kind of sad, really, he's a great guy and artistically talented. Some say that group was made for him; others say there shouldn't be social groups; as for me, I agree with anti-social group people.

Rico and his sister were raised in a small town in Missouri. They were a semi poor family; their father could barely afford to send his kids to school in New York.

Private came from England; his parents owned a restaurant near London. He's the only one of us four who is an only child.

Skipper came from…well, he moved a lot because his father was in the military. They finally settled on Long Island, New York. He had three older brothers and a sister.

As for Kowalski...well, he didn't like to talk about it much.

He started attending Central High in seventh grade and his brother attended the local elementary school. He and Skipper didn't really become friends until recently, but they did have a fair amount of classes together.

Rico came the second semester of his ninth grade year while the other two were in eighth grade. He was pretty quiet and mainly avoided.

Private began in sixth grade when Skipper and Kowalski were ninth graders and Rico in tenth grade.

We begin there, with Private's arrival at NYC Airport four years ago…

Third person POV

A family of three exited the plane and walked through the LaGuardia Airport in New York City. The man was wearing a white polo shirt and black pants. The woman was wearing a pink frilly shirt with flowers on it and a gray skirt. Their son was wearing a white T-shirt, black pants, and white tennis shoes. He wore his hoodie tied to his waist; his backpack shifted while he walked and he carried a bag with his laptop in it.

It was about five o'clock in the morning and the family was heading out of the airport with two small bags for the adults and a big, rolling travel case for the young boy.

"…going to be jolly good." The blond man was saying to his wife in a low, British accent.

"Yes, but he's so far from mummy." The woman said with the same accent, her light brown hair trailing on her back in a ponytail. "Look at the little sweetie."

"Mum, I'm fine." The young boy said, flashing a smile and shaking his bright blond hair out of his sky blue eyes. "Dad, tell her I'll be alright."

"Candy, our boy is growing up; he has to take care of himself." The man said, his bright blue eyes staring into his wife's light green ones.

"Andrew Raymond Davis, I do not want my baby staying halfway across the world without supervision." Candy said, glaring at Andrew.

"He'll be living in the apartments near the school. And besides, my friend Henry lives nearby and can help if Peter needs it." Andrew responded, "Ah, here he is now."

A tall man with red hair, a black suit, and shining green eyes smiled at them.

"Henry m'boy!" Andrew laughed, "Spanking great to see you lad! How's the missus?"

"She's doing well, Andrew. Elizabeth is at home with baby Sienna, you should all come visit. Hello Candace, pleasure to see you again." Henry said in an American accent, Candy smiled. "Little Liza's been asking about you, Andre. How old are you?"

"I'm twelve, Henry." Andre said with a smile. They followed him to his car. "Are we going to your house?"

"Yup, we sure are. Then I'm driving you to your new school." Henry replied.

Henry drove them to his house where his wife and daughters were still sleeping. Andre found the guest room and fell asleep.

Two hours later, he was being shaken awake.

"Andwe" A voice squealed in his ear. Andre woke to find two year old Liza standing next to the bed with a big grin. "Andwe go skoo." She said.

Andre couldn't help but smile, "Yes, Andre is going to school." he told her.

Andre changed into a blue shirt and a pair of gray pants. He put his shoes on and walked into the living room where his parents were waiting with Henry and his family.

"Here are your banana pancakes." Elizabeth said, giving Andre a small hug before leading him to the table.

"Thanks, Elizabeth." Andre said, he ate his pancakes hungrily and washed them down with some milk.

"Well, it's time to go." Andrew said, "Come on Pete; don't want to be late on your first day."

Andre nodded and followed his parents out to Henry's car. It was a nice, red minivan that gleamed in the sunlight. Candy smiled at her son and a few minutes later, they had arrived.

Andre Peter stared at his school with his mouth open. It was huge. There was a group of buildings in the middle which was the office, and to the right, there was the high school part of campus and on the left, the middle school. A giant field was barely visible as the British family entered the office.

A woman sitting at the desk looked up as they entered, "Hello, how may I help you?" she said, smiling at the twelve year old.

"Yes, I believe I spoke to someone about my son attending this school." Andrew said, "Andre Peter Davis, sixth grade."

She shuffled through some papers, "I think…Oh, here. Yes, he can go to the counselor's office to pick up his schedule. It's around this corner and I believe the counselor would be Charles Simmons."

Candace nodded and led the boys to the counseling office. Andre wiggled his arm from his mother's.

"Hello," A woman in a flowery top and black pants said, "Are you new here?"

Andre smiled shyly.

"We were looking for Mr. Simmons." Candace said.

"Ah, I believe he's out today, but I can get a schedule for your son." She smiled at Andre who began to gaze out the window. "I am the vice principal, Lauren Petrie."

She sat at a desk and began looking for the Davis's papers.

Andre looked at the many students who were beginning to show up. There was a tall boy with gray hair who was followed by a small eight year old and a chubby boy who looked the same age as him. The small boy hugged the tallest one who was dressed in fancy silk clothes and had a bowl on his head that was decorated with leaves and gold stickers forming the letter J. The tall one pushed the child off of him and complained to the chubby one who sighed.

Andre giggled at them. Then he saw a boy on a bicycle followed by another on a skateboard and a third with roller skates. The boy riding on the bike was wearing a white shirt, tie, black slacks and a dark blue jacket. The second boy was wearing army print pants and a green shirt. The third boy was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt with a picture of a stick of dynamite.

Andre was amazed, his mother never let him learn to ride a bike or skateboard and any type of skating was out of the question.

"Are they allowed to do that?" Candace gasped, looking horrified.

Ms. Petrie rushed over, "If they're not fighting, yes."

Andrew chuckled as his son pressed his nose to the glass.

The boy on the bicycle stopped, he pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled at the other two. The skateboarding boy was also stopped, his short, dark brown hair shifting in the breeze. But the third boy, who had a black hair, couldn't stop. The boy with the glasses hopped off his bike and put out a hand to the other. They grabbed each other and nearly toppled to the ground. The tallest one appeared to be the boy with glasses and reddish-brown hair; the second tallest was the one that nearly crashed into him; and the shortest was the boy on the skateboard.

"Wow." Andre breathed.

"No, no, no, a thousand times no." Candace said sternly, "Stay away from those boys if you can help it, they're a bad influence."

"Yes Mum." Andre said sadly.

"Actually," Ms. Petrie said, "Mr. Taro there, with the glasses, is one of the most gifted students in the school. And he's also a great big brother."

"Speaking of brother..." She said, spotting a small boy with reddish-brown hair and wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans. "Hello Kenneth."

The boy placed a small paper on the front desk and turned to the group. "Oh, hi Ms. Petrie, how are you today?"

"I am doing very well, actually, I just thought of something for you if you don't mind." She said. "This young boy is a transfer student from Britain and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to show him around campus and the apartments."

"Uh, sure." The boy said, pulling a schedule out of his backpack. He walked over to Andre and compared schedules. "Hey, would you look at that, we have the same classes!" He said, his face splitting into a wide grin. "I'm Kenny!"

Andre smiled, "My name's Andre, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Kenny looked confused, and then his expression brightened, "Ooo can't wait to taste it!"

Andre laughed, and Kenny laughed right along with him.

Andrew and Candace looked at their son happily, glad that he was already making a friend. A bell sounded and Kenny perked up.

"Alright, first period math!" he said, "Ready?"

Andre nodded, he hugged his parents and said goodbye; but the only problem was- his mother didn't seem to want to let go.

She finally released him when he claimed to be suffocating. Candace looked her son in the eyes and smoothed his hair. "Now, be a good boy," she said, "and if you feel the need to come home that is alright with me."

"Candace." Andrew said, rolling his eyes, "Our son's a big boy, he can take care of himself. And we don't want to make these young men late for class now."

Candace nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Andre felt a gentle tug and followed Kenny out of the office. Ms. Petrie told them that she would inform the teacher and the tardy wouldn't go on the record.

Andre was so happy he made a new friend already; he looked back and saw the boy on the skateboard staring at him. Nervous, he skipped ahead and followed Kenny.

A/N: So, what did you think?

Constructive criticism accepted.

Edit- 8/4/15. I thought it was only fair to anyone who might be coming back to re-read that I have edited this chapter in case you are confused.

Also, this story contains multiple characters and may be confusing at times, but I will attempt to stay focused on the main four after chapter 40. If any characters are re-introduced after a long period of time, I will remind everyone who they are.