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Note: Four at a time! Woo. This will be Saturday’s update for every week from now on. Hope you like it. This is not an AU. Trust me.

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Chapter 1: It’s My First Day

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The sounds of the blaring alarm clock shattered the silence in the small attic room, and a low moaning could barely be heard above the alarm. Morning had come sooner than expected for the sleeping teen. He had been up half the night anxiously awaiting the new day to arrive because today was the first day for him at his new high school. The very thought of transferring in from out of state to a new location where he knew no one at all made him both excited and nervous, making it almost impossible for the teen to find sleep. However, near three in the morning, the teenaged boy succumbed to the need for sleep. Yet, it was now six thirty am, and the boy was being awoken by his notoriously annoying alarm clock.

“Ugh,” the boy moaned from beneath the blankets wrapped tightly around him. “It’s too early for beeping. Need sleep.” Still half asleep, the boy shakily raised a hand in the air before slamming it down at where he thought was his alarm clock. However, he misjudged his positioning and ended up knocking over his lamp before actually finding his way to his alarm clock. But, as soon as his hand came into contact with his clock, his eyes shot wide open when a sudden realization occurred to him.

“Today’s the day!” He yelled loudly, jumping and falling face first on the floor near his bead. “Ow.” He said standing up and rubbing his head briefly. “No time for pain! I’ve got to get ready or I’ll be late on my first day.” With that, the rather energetic teen rushed into his private bathroom connected to his room. It was small, but it was all he needed for just him.

Young Garfield Logan, at age sixteen, lived alone with his two loving parents in their small, one story home. It was so small that Garfield volunteered to claim the attic as his room when they moved there so that they would have room for all their stuff and all their different animals. Garfield and his parents had always been extreme animal lovers, and they almost had one of each type of legal pet an average American could have in their home. It was costly to feed all those separate mouths, but Garfield’s parents never complained. They made plenty of money to feed twice as many. They just did not have room for any more.

Garfield’s parents were scientists who were recently transferred to the Jump City branch of their corporation. Though it was a hassle to move, they just accepted things easily (too easily some would say) and began their drive down to their new home the day they had found out about their relocation. At the time, Garfield was less than thrilled because it meant that he would have to give up all of his friends and the life he had made for himself at their old city. Yet, his apprehension quickly turned to anxiousness when he thought about all the new friends he would have the chance to make at Jump City. After a week of settling into their new home, the day had finally come that Garfield had to start his new school career at Jump City High.

Twenty minutes in the bathroom later, Garfield Logan emerged from his solitude with steam from his previous shower following behind him. His hair was extremely messy with dyed green tips, but that was exactly the way he liked his hair. It was less work just to leave it the way it came out of the shower. Clutching his towel tightly, Garfield walked over to his dresser and quickly picked out the cloths he was going to wear on his first day. Twelve minutes and a few collisions with the floor later, Garfield ran down the stairs to the attic and slid across the tiled kitchen floor, still in his socks, to his usual seat at the table. He wore black jeans with a loose purple shirt with a black, unbuttoned over shirt on top of it.

“I take it that you’re excited, eh son?” Garfield’s dad laughed slightly as he read the jump City newspaper while chewing on a sausage link. “Don’t get yourself too worked up, though. Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on your first day, now would you?” He chuckled and slid the plate of sausage towards his son. “Have some breakfast. You’ll need a good meal to calm your nerves.”

“Dude,” Garfield yelled, shoving the sausage back towards his father, “you do this every day. I’m not eating meat. I’m a vegetarian, remember? I started three years ago. Made a whole big speech about slaughtering helpless animals. I even threw away all the meat in the house one time. It’s like eating our pets. I’m sure we have a pig somewhere around here, unless you ate him already.” Garfield spat the last part disgusted at the eating habits of his parents. “Besides, I don’t have time for breakfast today. I have to get to school.”

“Last time I checked,” Garfield’s mother came into the room smiling and holding a plate of pancakes, “school here didn’t start until eight thirty. You have plenty of time to sit and enjoy a meal with your family before we drive you to school. Come on, sweetie.”

Garfield shuddered at that embarrassing patented parental label for their young children. It was that kind of thing he wanted to avoid having anyone at his new school find out about, though he was sure that everyone was embarrassed by their parents. He still wanted to keep this event a secret as long as possible. “No thanks Mom,” Garfield said as he walked towards the door and slipped his shoes on and flung his green backpack over his shoulder. Before his parents could say anything else that could be considered blackmail material if anyone ever found out, he was out the door and half way down his sidewalk to the street.

The walk to school was lonelier than Gar had anticipated and he was beginning to miss his old life and his old friends in his old city, but his eyes lit up with hope when he saw a figure that looked to be his age not to far ahead of him. Desperate for any form on human contact other than his parents, Garfield ran as fast as his legs could carry him up to the person ahead of him. The closer that he got, the more he took in the appearance of the person in front of him.

The person wore a dark blue hoodie with the hood up, so Garfield could not really tell if they ere a guy or a girl, but that did not really matter. He just wanted to talk to someone and possibly make a new friend. Gar noticed that the person also wore a pair of black jeans like he did, but the long, slender legs that they clung to made him suspect that the person was a girl. At least, he hoped that that were the case, or this was going to be a little weird.

Eventually catching up to the hooded girl, Garfield slowed his pace to match hers and looked at her more closely. The girl’s head was tilted downward just slightly enough for the sun’s light to create a shadow that concealed more than half of her face from anyone trying to gaze at which Garfield was frustratingly attempting to do with no luck. However, he did notice that this girl was staring intently at a rather thick book that she held in front of her face. She did not seem to notice his presence, so Gar figured that it would be better if he took the initiative and alerted her that she was no longer alone.

“Um… hey,” Gar began timidly only to be met by a finger held up to his face to signify that he should wait patiently, but more importantly, silently. Though, he was confused and curious about what could be so interesting in the book the girl was reading, Garfield took her unspoken advice and just continued walking in silence, smiling at the girl now and then. Eventually, the girl turned the page of her book, marked it, and placed it in the pocket of her hoodie before turning her head to face the one who interrupted her.

“Yes?” The girl simply asked, her voice obviously showing signs of annoyance towards the new boy before her.

“Uh… hi,” Garfield said shyly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hi,” the girl replied dryly, uninterested in whatever the smiling boy was getting at.

“Um… I saw you walking towards Jump City high School,” Garfield continued, still trying to find the nerve to look the girl directly in the eyes, or at least where he thought her eyes were, “and I was wondering if you were a student there?”

“I will be in a few hours,” the girl simply stated. “I just moved here, so it’s my first day.”

Garfield let out a small laugh at the irony. “Dude, that is so awesome!” He exclaimed loudly, smiling wide at the girl beside him. “It’s my first day too!”

“That certainly explains why you are so annoyingly desperate for any form of socialization,” the hooded girl shot at the green haired boy. The rather odd duo walked up to their new school, still side by side.

“You know,” Garfield spoke a bit annoyed, “for someone who just moved here and doesn’t know anyone, you sure aren’t trying very hard to make friends.” Though he was annoyed with the behavior of his traveling companion, Garfield took it upon himself to be the gentleman by running up to the double doors that lead into the high school and opened one for the girl to walk through. The hooded girl, however, ignored gar’s respectful gesture and opened the door opposing the one he held and let herself in. The green haired teen’s face sunk and he sighed before jogging to catch up with her. “You could be a little nicer, or at least pay attention to people, mainly the handsome boy you walked to school with who wants nothing more than to be your friend.”

“What’s the point of trying to make friends if they are just going to reject who I am once they get to know me,” she sighed almost sounding sad. “Even though I’m sure you mean well with your annoying antics, you would just end up like the people I used to know before I came here. I’d rather just keep to myself and keep the pain and betrayal as far from me as possible. After all, that’s just how I’m going to end up, alone. Why fight it?”

Garfield looked at the hooded girl sympathetically. Where he had come from, he had more friends than he could count, but this girl had experienced the opposite. He pitied her, and wanted more than anything for this girl to be happy. Yet, it was not because he pitied her that he wanted this. There was something about this hooded girl, a mysteriousness that allured him. It was something that he could not ignore stirring within him, and it forced his hand before he could even dwell on the fact for long. He was going to be this girl’s friend, and it was more than clear to him that he wanted that more than anything.

Sensing that any further prying into her outlook on other people would only cause her to try and push him away, Garfield decided to change the subject before all hope was lost with this girl. “So, this is your first day. What’s your first class? Maybe I can walk you there… or something.”

The hooded girl sighed and pulled out a strip of white paper from the pocket of her hoodie. “It says here that I have history in room one o eight with a… Mr. Mod, whoever that is.” While she spoke, the girls covered head lowered to the ground, causing Garfield to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“You feeling okay?” The green haired teen asked concerned. “Is there something wrong? You sounded sort of depressed when you found out you had a history class? I can understand if that isn’t you best subject, but-”

“It’s not that,” the girl interrupted softly, hesitating a bit before continuing. “I don’t like history. It reminds me of my past… my history. That part of my life was not as pleasant as a child’s should have been. It left me with things I wish I could forget. I’d give anything to forget them.”

Garfield gazed at the girl walking beside him. She was obviously hurting on the inside, but she still managed to sound like nothing was wrong on the outside. He envied her for that, but also felt sorry for her for having to put up such a front in the first place. He had to do something, something small to let her know that he could be there for her, even if she was not ready to accept him as a friend yet. Though, only one thing came to mind, and he kicked himself for about to say something so cliché. “You want to talk about it?”

The hooded girl almost laughed at Gar’s question, and the way he made it sound like he really cared. “I’m fine, thanks.” She had to force the thanks out of her mouth, but she had felt compelled for some odd reason to say it. Maybe she had just felt like being nice for one, or maybe she felt that there was something different about the green tipped haired boy who had latched onto her. She still could not trust him, but maybe… just maybe he was nicer than all the other people at her old school. But, then again, maybe he was the kind who manipulates others through nice words to do exactly what he wanted. It was possible.

“I’d rather not,” she simply stated without showing any emotion in her voice at all as she stopped in front of her first period classroom. “Besides, shouldn’t you be getting to class soon? Feigning interest in me will only make you late, and you would not want that on your first day.”

“Actually,” Garfield laughed, “I have first period history just like you. We just got kind of hung up on your past, or your dislike of history for me to bring it up. I thin it’s kind of cool that you’re the first person I meet my own age and we get to spend at least part of the day together.”

‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ the hooded girl thought as her eye twitched, but her hood concealed it from her companion. “Cool would not quite be the word I would use to describe it. Interesting maybe, but not cool.”

Gar just stared at her in confusion before smiling and once again attempting to open the door for her. This time, since there was no alternative entrance into the classroom, she was forced to take him up on his generous gesture, even though it went against everything she now stood for. She was independent, self-sufficient, and the last thing she needed was someone else’s help, especially not to open a door. It was demeaning, and she did not know why guy thought it to be respectful. It made women out to be helpless, and that was something she was far from. Grudgingly, she briskly walked past Gar and into the history classroom.

For a world history class, the room seemed a little one sided as its various posters and objects focused more on Great Britain and its accomplishments than anything else. Obviously, whoever this Mr. Mod was, he was a Britain buff. ‘Something tells me that this is going to be a long year,” the secretive girl thought to herself before taking a seat in the back. The only other options were the two in the front, and that just was not her style. To her frustration, however, the annoying green haired boy followed her and sat down in the desk next to her smiling.

“The front isn’t really the place for me,” Gar said chuckling a little, but the hooded girl could tell that it was a blatant lie. He was up to something for certain. She would have to keep an eye on him. “Besides, I never caught your name. I can’t just forget about you now. I’m interested in you.” The hooded girl just stared at him for a few silent seconds before Garfield’s eyes widened in realization of what he just said. “I-I mean, I-I want to get to know you, and maybe be your friend. I didn’t mean that I was interested in you like that. …That’s not to say that I wouldn’t be. There’s nothing wrong with you at all. I like you exactly the way you are. …Not that I like like you. …That is, oh geese?”

“You might want to shut up now,” the hooded girl spoke, trying desperately to hold back her laughter. She had not laughed in months, but this boy just came waltzing into her life making her have to work to keep her streak alive. Regaining her composure, se looked at the green haired boy indifferently. “You wouldn’t want to blurt out something you don’t really mean, and can never be taken back.”

“Okay,” Gar smiled, thankful that she had cut him off of the destructive road he was headed down. “I’ll shut up just as soon as you tell me your name, deal? I’ll even go first. My name is Garfield, but you can call me Gar if you feel like it.”

“Call me Raven,” Raven simply stated as she stared blankly at the smiling Garfield. “Do not, however, under any circumstances inquire about my real name. Call me Raven, and nothing else or I will make you wish that you were never bo-”

“Settle down, my duckies,” an annoying British voice called out from the doorway. An elderly man walked into the classroom leaning on a cane with a red gem at the top. “I see we have some new blokes joining my congregation today.” The elderly man slowly maneuvered his way around his desk to the blackboard behind him. All the while, he smiled sinisterly whenever he was out of the sight of three of his students in particular. “My name,” he began as he picked up a piece of chalk and started to write his name on the board, “is Mr. Mod.” Mr. Mod turned around and did his best to smile innocently at his students. “Welcome to school, my duckies. Welcome to school.”

Again, not an AU.