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This is a new series I have been working on between chapters of "the mysteries around us". It is of my thoughts and mind, so I added in things from my life, as in friends' names and attitudes, my school, and my schedule. My parents and house will be the same too. Thanks for reading ^.^

It was Thursday night. Kenny was sitting at his desk, doing his homework. It was math homework, his favorite. He, much to the astonishment of his friends and family, was already in algebra 2 advanced. The only thing that scared them about this was that he was only about fourteen and in ninth grade. Most people were either still in algebra 1, or geometry.

He was now trying to figure out a hard graphing problem, when the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" His little sister, Jesse, called through the house as she picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, hi Mom! I'm good. Yeah. Uh-huh. OK. Love you too, here's Kenny."

Kenny got up from his desk, and went up the stairs into the kitchen to talk to his mom. His sister was nowhere to be seen. As was normal for her, because she had ADD and ADHD. She couldn't remember thing as well as some people could. Kenny picked up the phone. "Hello Mom."

"Hey baby boy! How are you doing?"

"Good. How is work?"

"Great. Well, they just cut my salary a bit, but at least I'm still working, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hey, when are you coming to pick us up?"

"I'll be there around six thirty tomorrow night. I'm going to stay a little bit late to finish this customer claim issue here. I'll talk to you then honey. Bye!" There was a faint *click* on the other line, so Kenny just hung up.

His mom was picking them up tomorrow night again. She did this every weekend, because his mom and dad were divorced. She was his idol, really. She had quit smoking, gotten out of poverty countless times, and got out of an abusive relationship. She was about 5' 3" and had jet black, short hair. She was slightly pudgy around the waist, but not by much.

Kenny got most of his dad's genes. He was 5'5" already, had dark brown hair. He was fit, and had a slender build. More of the intellectual type, but he was on the badminton team at school, and the soccer and cross-country teams as well.

Kenny just went back downstairs to finish his homework.

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BEPP BEEP BEEP

Kenny woke up. It was 7:30, as it was everyday when he woke up. He hit the snooze button and got out of bed. His vision has still slightly blurred from sleep, and he stumbled into the bathroom across the hallway. He got undressed, turned on the shower, and got in. He was just beginning to shampoo his hair, when he heard his alarm clock going off again.

"Damn alarm clock." He mumbled, and let it just keep ringing. He washed out the shampoo, and just stood in the shower, thinking about what he was going to do tonight. He knew that he would be going over to his mom's house for the weekend, and that his Dad and stepmom were out on their second honeymoon, so what could go wrong?

Kenny turned off the water, and got out of the shower. Standing on the mat on the floor, he pulled a towel off of the rack and dried himself off. He bent over and picked up his pile of dirty clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

Kenny, now in his room, dropped the clothes into the hamper, and got a new outfit from his closet. He chose a black t-shirt with some unreadable logo on it, and some dark green cargo pants. He got dressed and started putting his backpack together. In went his math book, binder, and homework, then his French stuff, then English, then history, and finally science. His backpack on average weighed around twenty to thirty pounds. Kenny didn't ever use his locker, because he forgot the combo to it on the first day, and didn't bother to remember it.

He picked up his backpack, and walked upstairs again to eat his breakfast. He set his backpack down by the front door, and walked into the kitchen again. He went over to the cupboards and pulled out a bowl.

He ate some cereal. Nothing special just frosted flakes. Kenny liked to stare at the tiger on the box. ‘What would it be like, for me to actually meet a tiger that was humanoid? Would he pounce on me and tear me to shreds, or would he tell me to do well in school and play an hour a day?' was what Kenny thought of whenever he saw that tiger. Tony, his name was Tony the Tiger.

"Come on, Kenny! It's time to go!" His stepmother, Robin, called. "And if you don't hurry your but outside, we will leave you to find your own way to school again!"

"OK! Be right there." What a vicious stepmother. Kenny didn't know what to think of her at all. One minute, she was nice, and then the next drop of a pin she would get all bitchy and snarl at a passing fly. Tall and blonde, neat-freak, and married to his dad. Nothing too bad about it, except the neat-freak part. Boy, did she make Kenny clean his ass off.

He got up and put his bowl in the sink, then picked up his backpack and went out the front door for school.

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CLASS ONE: P.E.

Nothing really important happened in P.E. that day. Only this one poor nerdy kid getting a wedgie.

CLASS TWO: FRENCH 1

His teacher, Madame Marshment, Had a coughing fit today. She was really old and skinny, with graying black hair cut short. She, to Kenny, looked like the definition of a little old lady. But no one could have predicted her anger issues. She tried to be nice, but I never did work out.

She ended up assigning homework for over the weekend after a grueling and slow day. They had to drill each other in French using French flash cards. And for that homework, the class had to do exercises A, B, et C on page 224. Verb conjugation.

BREAK

The bell rang and Kenny ran down the stairs of 900 hall. It was a small, non-connected piece of the school towards the back. Thirteen classrooms long, one deep. Two stories of language and health classes. How fun.

Outside of that was the courtyard. When it was break, all of Kenny's friends met there. Kenny looked around, and spotted Emma walking in one direction. Emma was a twin. She and her sister, Sam, were both fairly short. Italian and Irish, Sam had a slightly large nose while Emma has very fair skin. Emma was almost always dressed in a pair of jeans and white shirts. She also had a complex attitude. By looks, she may seam bored and half asleep more than half of the time, but she is actually very alert and witty. She could split a penny in half with her big toe if she wanted to, but she is too modest.

Kenny followed Emma, and was led to his circle of friends. They were all misfits, not fitting into any other group due to their personalities (And social stigma at school) so they just were attracted to each other like magnets. There was Noelle, Sam, Emma, Helen, Kathy, Steve, Andy, Kayla, and Kenny. Sam was just like her sister, just an inch shorter and hyped up, despite not having coffee in the mornings. Noelle was German, and had blonde hair, a tall stature (5'8") and had a very broad jaw, making her look more masculine and tough. She was also on the track team, threw shot-put, and discus. Helen was just shy of 5'8" and had brown hair, always wore blue, and was one of the funniest of the group. Kathy, sigh. Kathy was Asian, and one of Kenny's great friends. She was always voicing her opinion and ideas. She was also in his French class, and you could scare her so bad just by asking her a question when she isn't expecting you to be there, that the surrounding area would go temporarily deaf. But she was also a very nice, caring and empathetic friend....well...in her own way. Steve was the tallest person there, at a towering 6'4". He was always the jester of the group, making you laugh with his random assortments of acts and spiels. He was lanky as well, and had short cut brown hair, and was legally blind in both eyes with 20/425 vision. Andy is the butcher of the group. Nice when she wants to be, but she can kill with her stares, let alone her brutal tactics of revenge. (Please don't hit me) She always pops in and out of the circle, and is always a blast to be around. She never really takes anything seriously, unless she wants to, which can be a difficult asset to work with sometimes. Kayla was the wild card of the group. She was just taller than Kenny, and had blonde hair. She had the energy of an eight-year-old on pure caffeine, and the imagination of one too. Kayla and Steve usually conversed in side jokes that only they knew. She might shout out a few random verses at times, and was always talking about swimming, but she was one of Kenny's favorite of the group. Sam, well, how can I say this. She teaches with her sister at a kung fu place downtown, and could rip your arm out of your socket if she were to stare at it long enough. Sam had the determination of a mother trying to save her child from a kidnapper, yet the funny and understanding side of a psychiatrist who does stand-up comedy. She always reminds Kenny of a mother whenever she gives him ‘the look' with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. She too was one of his better friends, along with Steve, Kathy, and Emma.

"Didn't you hear?"

"How was your week? I was sick for most of it..."

"How many unicorns can dive off of a cliff before...?"

"HEY!" All heads turn to Kenny. "I just lost the game!"

THWACK. BONK. POW. All the sounds of slightly annoyed friends hitting Kenny on the head.

"Aww. Come on man!?!?!?!" Kayla shouts and pouts.

Steve just stands there and tightly closes his lips and flares his nostril and makes his eyes go wide. Only Steve...

Break goes on for another ten minutes in that slightly random fashion. Then the bell rings and everyone disperses after finishing an interesting conversation. Kenny heads off to the left and down 100 hall to his Cultures and Geography class, otherwise known as CCG.

CLASS THREE: CCG

Kenny's CCG teacher was a tall guy by the name of Mr. Bachelor. He was Kenny's favorite teacher. He was extremely lenient and cool. And if you fell asleep in class, he would, much to the pleasure of the class, throw a pen at you.

Nothing really interesting happened in that class. The girl behind Kenny asked for the third time that day what he had done in French class. He just ignored her as he always did. She would huff and puff and sit back down. No homework over the weekend for that class, which made Kenny a little bit happier.

CLASS FOUR: ALGEBRA

Once the bell rang, Kenny had to travel all the way across the school in order to get to the 700 hall. It was the math and science building. He headed upstairs and into class. His teacher here was Mr. Rackley. He was an Irish fellow by the looks of it. He never could decide weather or not to keep his beard. He'd grow it out a little bit, then shave it off or just shorten it. He was a pretty cool guy. Funny and cool. He knew how to get math into your head in an entertaining way. He could almost make the flunkies want to learn math, despite never wanting to learn anything at all.

There were a few problems for homework, so Kenny just decided to do them in class while the teacher was explaining the lesson. It was a second nature to Kenny. Math just clicked with him. As did science. He excelled in both classes and couldn't wait for Chemistry next year. He still didn't know what kind of math he wanted to do next year. Being a freshman could be confusing sometimes.

LUNCH

He got out of math class, eager to eat. He usually had a bowl of salad with a sandwich with some chocolate milk, but today was a special day at his school. It was celebrating a silly holiday where you don't eat in public. Kenny didn't get the point, but went along with it.

He went to the library for lunch that day. He wandered through the fiction section looking for a title the seamed interesting to him. He found one and sat down in one of the couches nearby to start it. He checked the last page number. 346. An easy read. He'd be done with it by tomorrow at the latest.

CLASS SIX: BIOLOGY

Kenny was one of the only freshmen in this class. He had persuaded his counselor to let him skip into biology instead of being put into environmental science. So far, it was a pretty easy class. Just learning about cells, animals and DNA. Kenny liked that kind of stuff. There wasn't any homework for that class, because there was a huge test the following day on how and why cells go through meiosis. He would survive.

CLASS SEVEN: ENGLISH

This was his least favorite class of the whole day. His teacher sucked at doing what she did. She, Miss Karin Buckley, couldn't keep the whole class of 16 students under control for more than five minutes a day. She eventually got so bored of them, that she would sometimes let them out ten minutes early. But that was her weak point.

Someone found out earlier on, and she announced that they gave her a pink slip for it. She started doing it more frequently, for some strange reason.

That day was like all the others. Grant, the most annoying kid to walk the face of the earth, was rambling on about Jell-o and how to make it into puke. Nobody understood him, so they just ignored him. Miss Buckley assigned minimal homework. To read pages 223-end of the book in To Kill a Mockingbird. The bell rang six minutes after Kenny walked off campus.

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The car ride home was an average one. His stepmom reminding him again and again on doing his homework. God, could she nag. The car ride home took about ten to fifteen minutes, and they were pulling into the driveway, when there was a thud in the back of the suburban. Robin got out as if her baby was hit. (In which it was.)

While she controlled the situation of a neighborhood kid accidentally running into it trying to catch a football, Kenny went into his room to read. It was a small room, about eight by nine. He had a bed, table, dresser, and a closet. Oh. And an electric piano by his bedside. Kenny took off his backpack and flopped onto his bed. He liked it down here. It used to be a storage room downstairs in the basement, but he changed it to be his room. Now, his room was downstairs while his family's' rooms were upstairs.

It was four thirty when he got home. It was now five fifteen. He had finished the book by then, and was getting out another, when he heard a buzzing noise behind him. He thought it was just his sister playing around with one of her toys. That was until Kenny felt a big hand rest on his shoulder. His eyes widened and he froze in place. He glanced at the hand without moving his head,

It had scales!

Sorry guys. It's a fun thing to do to you. Every chapter in every series that I write, I shall be making the end of it a cliff-hanger. Just so that you will continue reading. And by the way, don't hesitate to contact me via e-mail. You can e-mail me your suggestions and private messages, or if you just want to chat, at [email protected] Thanks for reading! XD