I… have no excuse, I am so sorry. So sorry. I promise ill update much more regularly, I promise. Well, here's the chapter, and thanks to Violently Red my beta reader. Go read her stories, there much better than mine.

Andrew knew it was going to be a bad day when he literally fell of his bed, when his alarm clock blared out. Which, as a result of falling on the hardwood floor in a daze, gave him a lump on his head and a splitting headache. Groaning and rubbing his forehead, he clearly looked at the alarm clock and froze. It was 6:20.

"Who set my clock to ring at 6:20?" he growled, scrambling to his feet as he ran to the bathroom. After running around like a chicken with its head cut off, he finally slid into the kitchen, fully clothed and hair still a mess. He glanced at the note his mom had left.

Sweety,

The office needed me early again. Your lunch is in the fridge. Have a great day!

-Mommy Xoxoxo

Raising an eyebrow at 'Mommy' and 'Sweety', he threw open the refrigerator door, grabbed his lunch, and raced out the door to his bus top. In his haste he missed his mom coming into the kitchen, yawning and walking towards the coffee maker, ready for a cup before making Andrew his lunch. When Andrew finally got to his bustop panting, his friend looked at him curiously.

"Dude, why does it look you just ran a marathon?" Shawn asked.

"Because *pant* my *pant* alarm clock *wheeze* decided to ring at 6:20, *pant* instead of 5:40" he said, trying to catch his breath.

Shawn looked at him strangely. "It's 6:12 right now."

"What?"

"Yeah, my watch and my phone say it." Andrew saw that it was indeed 6:12 and the bus that came at 6:24 was far from coming.

'I'm gonna take a hammer to that alarm' he thought. When the bus arrived he went inside, picking on some 9th grader to make him feel better.

When they finally got to school, Andrew had dunked four heads in toilets, flirted with three chicks, got two homework projects from some nerds, and gave one black eye to a pipsqueak that didn't give him some money. All before class started.

So, Andrew was in a much better mood by English class, his first period. "Class, we got a new student today, Hamish Holmes*," the teacher announced.

Andrew looked up, hoping it was a hot girl. He looked away when he found instead it was a dorky looking kid with white blond spiky hair, darkened glasses, and freckles.

"I hope you welcome him," the teacher said. The new kid walked down the aisle to an empty seat, where he tripped on an English book poking out from under someone's desk.

The class laughed at the the new kids misfortune, Andrew chortling along with them. New Kid got up clumsily, like a colt first standing up, and plopped into the seat next to Charity Case.

"Settle down, settle down," the teacher said, his voice quieting down the snickers.

Dicks P.O.V

When Dick saw the new kid, there was only one thing running through my mind, and that was 'I'm going to murder Roy and Wally'. Because there, in all his glory, was Wally West, his red hair gone and replaced with a color that would have made Lucius Malfoy proud and nerdy glasses with a World of Warcraft shirt.

Dick rolled his eyes and almost snorted when Wally tripped sprawling on the ground. He then sat in the seat next to Dick and looked at him and then looked away, staring at the classroom wall like it was the most amazing thing in the world.

After the class started working silently on a paper that they were doing in class, Dick leaned slightly over to Wally's desk. "Wally," he whispered. No response. Said former-ginger was still staring at the paper on his desk top, his pencil flying across lined paper. "Wally I know it's you," he whispered, louder and harsher this time. Still no response. "Wally!" he hissed loudly.

"Quiet in the back!" was heard and Dick went back to his work, seething quietly inside.

Yup. He was so going to murder them.

*If anybody gets that reference, you have a great taste in TV shows.