The Time Of Our Lives

Prologue

"You know, it started out normal. The day, my life, all of it. Quite boring, average, lame, you get the memo."

In a classroom sat around 25-30 students, all in organized rows and columns of personal desks. The teacher was writing on a large whiteboard that was pressed up against the wall, it was quite obvious what subject was being taught. What was possibly even more obvious though, was the fact that little to none of the students were truly paying any mind to the teachings.

"English class. Sometimes, I wonder who in their sane mind would name a class 'English.' I mean, if you think about it-"

"Do you think people in France have a class named 'French?' Or people in Germany with a class named 'Deutsch?'" A girl, no more than 16 with strawberry blonde hair that reached just above her shoulders, tousled with subtle beachy waves, and face dotted with the occasional freckle, asked the person to her left.

"Oh look! It's me, of course that was a few years ago, but that's irrelevant. You've just witnessed a brilliant person make a very valid point. I never got an answer to my question either, a shame."

Said person brushed her off, muttering a quick, "You make my brain hurt." Before letting his head slump into the palm of his hand which was being supported by his elbow on his rather clean desk. In comparison to most of the other student's desks, his was probably the cleanest, only rivaled by the teacher's and one other student in the back.

"Oh yes, Kellar. Everyone was scared of him in Freshman year, due to most people mishearing him when he first introduced himself in class, thinking he said his name was 'Killer.' He can be a bit jumpy at times, leaning towards the flight instinct rather than its counterpart, and would rather not contemplate my 'class shower thoughts' in his words. Still, a very good friend of mine."

From the girl's right, another girl with frizzy black hair and tan skin was trying not to wheeze in the middle of English class, which would most definitely alert the currently oblivious teacher to the class' disinterest in whatever he was writing on the dry erase board. "Lily, stop, I don't know how long I can take this without laughing way too loud-"

"How dare you name drop me, that was supposed to be my job! Well anyways, that's Terressa, otherwise known as Terri. She was the one who was somehow capable of making pretty much anyone laugh, but she couldn't contain her own laughter half the time. Maybe she had a would you rather when she was born, I can imagine it; 'Would you rather be able to make anyone laugh but laugh a lot yourself, or be stone faced all the time and can't make anyone laugh?'"

"Pay attention, please." Came a quiet whisper from the desk behind Lily. In the seat sat a person who was only 5'2", and had slightly short hair and curtain bangs which was all a lovely dark caramel colour. They wore glasses, and seemed to be the only one truly paying attention, although their friends shenanigans was a noticeable disruption.

"Oh my, how could I forgot Ellis? They're the one who actually pays attention, the other three of us would most likely be dead if not for them. Not to mention the amount of students they've been personally chosen by the school to tutor. Luckily, they get a month break after each student is in no more need of a tutor. Surprisingly, they aren't the typical 'smart but quiet' stereotype, and they are not afraid to speak their mind. Admirable, in my opinion."

The teacher was still lost in writing on the white board when many students noticed the time, reading only 5 minutes before the bell rang, letting everyone out of second period. But, unfortunately, those same students apparently had no common sense as not so hushed whispers filled the room. Lily face-palmed, as Kellar watched boredly. Terressa snickered softly, and Ellis sighed.

"Dim-wits."

"Students," The teacher turns around, face turned into a scowl as he eyes the eager class. "The bell does not dismiss you, I do."

"Mr. Dankworth, with all due respect, getting all of us late to our next class would cause the fault to land on you, and I personally know that Ms. Cohen would not take kindly to a third of her students arriving late because a teacher decided to keep their students in longer, for rather petty reasons might I add." Lily spoke, not bothering to raise her hand.

"Mr. Dankworth, poor guy got made fun of due to his last name all the time, but you can't really feel bad considering he's one of the most petty teachers in the entire school."

"Ms. Metto, please raise your hand next time you want to speak." He sputters a little bit, obviously seeing Lily's point. "You'll all be dismissed when the bell rings, but pay attention for the rest of class-"

The shrill screech of the bell drowned out whatever Mr. Dankworth had left to say.

"You're caught up enough to continue on without me, I suppose. The story has just begun."