All Around The World In A Mitsubishi

Chapter One: Chivalry Is Dead. Just like 3OH!3.

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Hello, there! *waves* It is I, the wonderful Dragon that has published yet another book!

BUT! This one is an original. 

Also, I had lots of helps from my good friend, swimy10895.

And I apoligize for it being rather short.. I didn't want to add in the Disneyland trip too fast. 

Now then.. ENJOY THE STORY!!! :D

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"Darn it" I  cursed

The blue lock in front of me was not being cooperative. It seems some girl- cough Jessica cough -had covered it in super glue. I heard snickers, but didn't look back. My pale hands felt the locker one more time, then fell to my sides.

Small pieces of dried glue fell on the brown and white tiled floor. A loud snort echoed through the hallway. But this time, I looked around. A flash of blonde appeared next to the drinking fountain, then disappeared. I hit my locker with my fist, hard. Who cared about the pain, all it is a message. This pain is telling me that I had rammed my fist against a metal locker. 

But still. I was mad at a certain Jessica Nightly.

How in the world did she know were my locker was, anyway? I know it doesn't take a few brain cells to know, Jessica was the daughter of the principle. However, she wasn't the brightest.

I couldn't believe it. It just five minutes, the bell would ring and I would be late. It didn't matter, everything Jessica and her sidekick always bullied me like this. I shook my head and hit the locker. The sound echoed.

"Need help?".

I turned around to face one of the school's  Bad Boys, Brent Williams.

I blinked, peering at the boy before me. Blonde hair, emerald eyes, signature toothpick.. yep, this was Brent.

You know, the millionaire.

No big deal.

Hehe...

I groaned. "This stupid girl dumped glue all over the lock."

Brent snapped his fingers. "Aw, mean girls. Hate those. All that face grease. Doesn't it feel weird?"

I didn't answer.

Brent continued. "Anyway, do you have an bobby pins? Or paper clips?"

"No bobby pins." I admitted. "I have paper clips.. in my locker."

"Well that helps, now doesn't it." Brent said sarcastically, fishing for something in his pockets. "I think I might have some toothpicks in here.."

I blinked. "You carry toothpicks around?"

"Yep. I can't just chew on one stick of wood all day? It'd get soggy." He explained in a 'duh' tone. "But, it seems I don't have any at the moment. This'll have to do." He whipped out a small pocket knife. 

Most people would expect me to be scared, but until freshman year, I went to school in a small town in Missouri. So, I was used to weapons. I also knew how to use them.

Cue the evil laugh.

Brent pushed past me with the knife, literally pushing- no shoving me aside. I glared at him.

"You're all about the chivalry, aren't you?"

"Chivalry is dead. Just like 3OH!3."

I gasped, truly offended. "How can you even say that!? 3OH!3 is amazing!!"

He rolled his eyes as he began to saw at the lock.

"Uh.. Brent?" I began awkwardly. "You know a knife isn't going to break a metal lock, right?" Brent looked shocked, even placing his hand over his mouth and gasping.

"But, random citizen!" He protested. "This knife is made of stainless steel that was enhanced to be twice as strong and twice as sharp. And if I cut at the place whereever it opens.."

I gave a stiff thanks as he opened the locker, bowing dramatically.

"No need to thank me," he promised. "Just your adoration is all I need."

"What adoration?" I scoffed. "Brent, you know what you are? You're a-"

"Ultra beautiful person? I'm aware of this." He flipped his hair comically.

I gave him a blank stare.

"So, who are you?" Brent asked as I got my books from my locker.

"Jameson." I said. Brent frowned. 

"Jameson? Like.. as in a guy's name?"

I scowled. "No! I was named after my grandfather! And call me Jamie. Nosy much?"

"I only asked your name..."

Cue the awkward silence.

"Anyway.." I said slowly. "I'm just going to head off to science." I slowly shuffled backwards. I stopped, making sure Brent wasn't going to do anything, before shuffling again.

I made it to my seat the instant the bell rang. Our teacher, Mr. Rockswell, cleared his throat.

"Alright, today we are going to continue our search through the cell."

Everybody groaned, me included. I'm sure you're wondering why a bunch of juniors are just beginning to learn about cells.

Well, it's because our crappy school decided to skip over Life Science completely, going straight to Physics. This year, however, they hired Mr. Rockswell.

"Class," the bloated teacher began. "Are there DNA in bacteria cells? Raise your hands for yes,"

Most of the class raised they're hands.

"And raise your hand if you think they don't."

Always wanting to be odd, copper-haired David Patterson's hand shot into the air. "I'm a rebel!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

"It seems him and Micki are back together." One of my best friends, Jenny, whispered to me, and I nodded.

"Yeah." I agreed. "He isn't sulking." I made a face. "Ew, but that means they'll be back to suckiing faces in the hallway."

Jenny groaned.

I did too.

After class- which was first hour -Mr. Rockswell made an announcement.

"Oh, and students," he started. "Remember, tomorrow is our trip to Disneyland, so bring something comfortable to walk around in!"

Jenny and I exchanged an excited glance. I loved Disneyland, and she did, too. 

Don't judge us.

Mickey Mouse is awesome.