Disclaimer- I don’t own FMA but I do own Damien, Aaliyah, Damen, Danielle, Jermaine and the various teachers in here.

Chapter one- Good Morning!
-------------------------------------------

“Edward Elric.” A female-sounding voice had said. A boy who looked around eighteen stood in a dark room looking terrified, his golden eyes had widened at the voice. “…I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” there was monster…no dragon that had blasted out from the wall. The boy looked more shocked and he ran, he ran as quick as he could away from the dragon.

“HAVE YOU BEEN LOOKING FOR ME!?!!?!?!?!?!?!??!” the dragon asked, suddenly blocking the boy’s way showing it’s long frightening face. He turned around the other way running before questioning in a loud tone, “IS THAT YOU ENVY!?!?!” “ARE YOU LOOKING FOR FATHER?!” the dragon known as ‘Envy’ asked, cornering it once again possibly about to crush it with it’s fangs. Next thing that happened there was a complete bright light.

“HUH?!” a boy around the age of eleven sat up, sweating heavily in his bed. He pushed himself against a wooden post and looked down at his palms. He had messy yet stringy dark brown hair that went to his neck, pretty light brown eyes, and a tan skin tone.

He groaned, as he moved his head back to the cool wooden post to calm down his nerves. Just as he had finally calmed down from the frightening nightmare, he suddenly heard a loud ringing noise go through his room, startling him. He wiggled around in his streets before falling off of his bed and hitting his head on the wooden floor.

“Ow…” he groaned, before rubbing his head. He pushed himself up with a pain filled expression before sitting up on the floor. “What a weird dream…” he thought, shaken up from it.

”Dang and it’s always about somebody named Envy...who’d have that name anyway?” the boy stopped thinking, before he acknowledged his arm clock still going off. He gritted his teeth together before growling deeply and the next thing that happened was it was kicked off of the nightstand broken and messed up. “DAMIEN TIME TO WAKE UP!!!!!!” a female voice said.

“UGH! IT’S TIME TO GO TO SCHOOL ALREADY?!?!?!?!?!” the boy named ‘Damien’ snapped out loud, having a bad morning already. He looked at his ’08-‘09 calendar seeing a red circle date that said February 3, on it were the sloppy written words; ‘Singing rehearsal day’ also in red marker. “GAH, NO!!!!” Damien yelped, before hopping up onto his feet and searching through his closet looking for something to wear.

Good mornin’!

Good mornin’!

Good mornin’!

Damien ran downstairs wearing a jacket that was multi-colored of dark blue, light blue, and white along with tan pants on. “About time you woke up!” his mother scolded, she was African American with long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Damien ignored it before asking, “Ya got me some breakfast?” “Too late for that, both Damen AND Danielle ate and left without YOU!” she snapped.

”WHAT TIME IS IT!?” Damien asked, looking horrified. “I don’t know, it’s like going on 8:30,” she said, with a displeasing expression at her son. “No! No! No! Mom! Please take me to school!” she begged.

“Sorry but I’m late for work…you can ride your bike,” she suggested, before going into the living room coat closet. “Alright then!” Damien said, with a nod running out the house. “Damien wait-!!” she said, but it was too late.

“Aw, dang! It’s rainin’!!!” Damien thought, before running up to a dark green and black bike with rims he had put on it. “Oh well! I can’t be late!!!” he convinced himself, pulling up the hood of his jacket on his head.

Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr…by himself he’s so impressed.

Damien rolled his bike onto the sidewalk before hopping on it to ride on. “I gotta make it! I gotta make it!” Damien thought, in his head before his stomach growled. Damien sweet dropped, he was having a awful morning.

“I don’t have any money! So I can’t eat anything!!!” he thought, with a sad expression as he peddled faster across the street. He soon heard a car screech as he rode past it and a loud horn, a angry man rolled down his window yelling and cursing at him. “Sorry!” Damien said, with a nervous grin.

I mean DAMN, did you even see the test?

You got D’s! motherf ckin’ D’s! Rosie Perez

”Whoa!” Damien felt his tire bump as he tried to go faster. “No! No! No! Don’t tell me I’m gettin’ a FLAT!!!” Damien thought, nervously. He darted his light brown eyes to the sky seeing the rain was pouring down more hard, he knew that there was a time limit to be at school and by now he was probably marked absent.

His sister Danielle probably wouldn’t make it any better for him saying that he was up all night just playing video games till’ 1:00 in the morning. He gritted his teeth together once again peddling faster until the bike suddenly slightly titled over in the front. “AH!!! NO!!!!!” Damien cried, seeing his bike was down until he got more air for that tire.

”WHY ME?!” Damien whimpered as he made a double tie note in his polo shoes preparing to run to school quickly. Until he remembered his broke down bike was behind him. “Damn, I gotta carry it!” he decided, grabbing the bike by his hands and trying to move quickly.

And yes barely past, and he in every class

Lookin’ at every ass, cheatin’ on every test

“I see it! I’m almost there!!!” Damien thought, as he saw his school in the distance. After being woken up from a nightmare, forgetting his rain coat that his mother probably tried to tell him about, and had gotten his favorite jacket wet, all this misery was about to end.

I guess, this is my dissatation

Homie this shit is basic

Welcome to Graduation

Good morning!

“Ah!” Damien felt himself get splashed by water from the rain by a speeding car. “Now I’m wet!!!” Damien thought, in misery. He sulked before continuing to run to the school parking lot and locked up his bike for safety.

”It took me a while but…I made it.” Damien thought, panting heavily before sighing in happiness. He then took his last running steps up to the school building and opened up the doors loudly.

From the streets to the legue
From the Eighth to the Key,

But you Graduate when you make it up outta the streets

From the moments of pain,

Look how far we done came

The secretary at the front desk looked away from the computer she was on and suddenly saw a soaking wet Damien without his hood on. “Damien…you came,” she said, putting on a fake smile even though she was completely freaked out by the mulatto boy in front of her.

Haters sayin’ you change
Now your goin’ your thang!

”GOOD MORNING, MRS. STOKES!!” Damien cheerfully greeted, waving his hand in the air before unzipping his jacket and walking off from the front desk without a tardy slip in his hands that he had forgotten to get. “Damien wait-!” she began, holding a tardy slip ready for him.

However he was too busy whistling and walking down the hallways to notice that she was calling for him. “He’s had a rough morning…” Mrs. Stokes thought, pitying the boy.

Good morning!

“GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!!!” Damien said happily, as he opened up the classroom door to art class surprising everyone. “Da-Damien,” the art teacher Mr. Tim stuttered, wiggling his glasses up and down nervously from the door’s opening. “Good morning Mr. Tim!” Damien gave his teacher a thumb’s up with a grin.

His sister Danielle and brother Damen looked shocked at Damien’s appearance, he was dripping wet from his clothes and looked a bit like road-kill. Just as Damien was about to walk off from Mr. Tim he suddenly questioned, “Do you have your tardy slip?” “Huh?” Damien turned around, looking dumbfounded.

“Your tardy-slip, you don’t have it do you?” he asked, wiggling his glasses more. “Of course I do!” Damien said, reaching into his pockets until he found nothing. He cursed under his breath before looking at Mr. Tim with pleading eyes.

“I…I think I did forget about it!” Damien nervously said. “Damien, go sit down,” Mr. Tim ordered, before going up to the chalkboard to their music listen to explain all the notes. “You awfully late today…” a African American boy said, who was sitting next to Damien.

He had dark brown half-done braids however the unfinished part was pulled into a rather fluffy looking ponytail, he wore a white sun visor slightly covering his dark brown eyes, and had thick insomnia at the bottom of them. He wore a black t-shirt and some dark blue jeans along with Nike’s on his feet. This was Jermaine Lee, Damien’s best friend and also the voice of reason throughout the school to the children.

“Yeah, I had a freaky dream again,” Damien said, with a groan. “About people with purple eyes and a freaky girl who can turn into people…” Jermaine said, mocking Damien about what he always told him. “No, this time he was a dragon and chasing after a blond pipsqueak!” Damien explained.

“You act like they mean something,” Jermaine said, with a puzzled yet calm expression on his face as he looked at Damien. “I think they do! I mean…I ain’t NEVER had dreams like these before,” Damien explained, looking a bit sad. Jermaine groaned before saying, “Look, there’s people who have dreams over and over again some people got it and some people don’t, it don’t mean NOTHIN’,” Jermaine harshly said.

Damien thought about what Jermaine had said, he was now staring at the chalkboard broadly. Damien then shrugged it off before trying to pay attention to the chalkboard like Jermaine and the other children were.

--

Damien listened to the sounds of pee-wee bands rehearsing in front of the principal, it was a plan by her, to form a little pee-wee band for a little school project. Almost everyone knew how to either sing or play a instrument in the school, expect for him. He only liked to make loud noises with the drums or just sing for the fun of it to annoy Danielle.

“Are you nervous?” a African American girl suddenly asked, she had long curly hair that she held into a high ponytail with a blue hairball. She had light brown eyes like Damien’s, and wore a sleeveless mini-jacket that was light blue with a white t-shirt underneath it. “No, I looked forward to...THIS,” as he said the word, ‘this,’ he yawned loudly.

“It’s just that I couldn’t get any sleep last night,” Damien finished. The girl giggled before saying, “Danielle said you were up playing ‘Resident Evil’,” Damien stiffed up at what she had said and looked angry for a second. “Yeah…but I’ve been having these freaky dreams though,” Damien explained

“Really?” she asked, pulling her hands behind her back innocently. “Yeah…I don’t think a girl like yourself might want to hear them though!” Damien said, before laughing. “But I do!” she snapped.

“Alright, but PROMISE ME you won’t FREAK OUT, aiight?” Damien asked. “Promise!” she chirped. “In these dreams I’ve been having there about somebody named ‘Envy’,” Damien said, scratching his stringy hair.

“Envy? That’s a strange name,” she said. “Yeah and he’s always chasing after somebody named ‘Edward’ or he’s with a gang of people in black clothes who have purple eyes, creepy huh?” Damien asked. “I’m not scared of that,” the girl said.

“But I haven’t gotten to the REAL creepy part,” Damien smirked, showing his teeth. “Oh really?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and poking out her lips with a mocking face trying to be like Damien. “I keep having it…over and over again,” Damien chuckled.

“That’s just weird, not creepy though,” the girl said. “Jermaine could care less about it though, my family thinks I’m weird…you’re the only person who cares,” Damien said. “People like me are hard to come by, huh Damien?” she asked, before laughing at him.

“HEY!” Damien snapped, in anger. “Aaliyah Hunter…” the principal called out, ready for her audition. “Wish me luck!” Aaliyah said, pointing up her index finger and winking with a grin.

”I’ll think about it,” Damien said, also smirking at her. Aaliyah rushed past Damien and onto the stage. Damien lightly blushed as he saw her on stage she looked ghetto at times, but acted the opposite…just like Jermaine.

Aaliyah turned her head to Damien before smiling once again before singing happily. “People like me are hard to come by, huh Damien?” “Yep, they sure are…” Damien thought, with a light smile and calm expression for once before his head suddenly pounded hard. He closed his eyes tightly and made a pain filled expression.

”I should…I should really go home…” Damien thought, opening up his eyes and seeing everything around him blurry and unfocused. His legs wobbled, and he had onto the wall for support. “Hey Damien I made it!” Aaliyah chirped, as she ran back behind the stage curtain and running up to Damien.

“That’s good…” Damien weakly said, as weakness was shown in his light brown eyes. “Huh? Damien!?” Aaliyah caught him as he fell down into her arms. “Come on Damien wake up!” Aaliyah ordered.

“DAMIEN!!!!!!!!” she shouted, in worry.

TBC

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’m sick, I was board, and I’m really suppose to be updating my stories other XD. But still, I wanted to this because my OC Damien has a bit of a resemblance to FMA Envy. He’s not a Gary-sue or nothing though, in fact Envy is going to be in here doing all the- super cool stuff, not him. The song in here is Good Morning by Kanye West, I couldn’t move further into the story without those lyrics so, they did me good.

And this is just one of the future plans I got in mind for my 2008 my stories. I know there’s other FMA reincarnation fics but ever read one like this? I mean Damien is just a little mulatto kid who happens to be eleven (in a half) lives in the urban city (possibly the ghetto) and has no tragedy in his life, but instead talks ghetto at times. How many times can you find a story like this one? Along with lyrics of a rap song in here too… I am pleased with this fic though, and I hope you all like it. My deviantart page is Maria33 if you want to check out some pictures of OCs, I gotta get a picture of Damien up there though.

Also Envy is still in the gate. From what happened in the FMA movie, an older Mariah will probably be in here (look at the older Mariah on my Deviant page too if you want! ) and you might spot my OC Mugen as a Naruto reincarnation. I think I may end up typing this story to The fox, the sin, and the metal blade and a Artificial Human named Mariah together because of the events…

Well, please review and tell me what you think about this story. (Envy will probably be in the second chapter, from the gate confronting Damien and speaking to him.)