Pilot

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September of 1993...

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away

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I held my books in my arms as I walked towards the cafeteria. The holes in my backpack have gotten to the point where I couldn't keep my books in there to save my life, now I'm leaving a trail of school supplies everywhere I go. At this point I'm not sure which is worse.

"Raven-Anniya Archer?" A voice called from behind me and I stopped in my tracks. There, wearing a large sweater vest, was a little man with greying hair and a little moustache holding my transfer sheet. I nodded my head causing my hair to dangle for the little sock bun on my head.

"Just Raven is fine. The principal told me that students wait in the cafeteria before class starts." He nodded down at me while extending his hand to return my papers.

"Well, Miss... Archer?" I just responded with a shrug, not really caring what he called me. I turned around to see a stodgy older man looking at me with a warm smile. "Welcome to your new school."

As we both stepped into the cafeteria I was overwhelmed by the sight. So many kids in one place and it looked like I was one of the only black kids here. I looked for an empty seat but how do I go about just sitting down at a random table with random people?

"Excuse me?" I heard someone behind me, but I didn't turn around. The odds that this person was talking to me was a million to one. That is until I felt something on my shoulder.

"Excuse me?" The voice said again and I did turn around. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.

"Yes?" I answered apprehensively, turning only to come face to face with a pair of stunning blue eyes staring down at mine. I'm thoroughly convinced that I stopped breathing for a few seconds. He looked so familiar.

"You looked lost. Would you like to sit with us?" He pointed to the table not far away. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and walked with him to the long table.

When I took the seat next to him, I noticed him and another boy staring at me like I was an alien they're getting to see for free. I slouched into the seat.

"I'm Shawn Hunter." The boy with the floppy hair who invited me said with a smile, holding his hand out.

"I'm Raven-Anniya." I smiled. Fiddling with the hem of my shirt, I looked over to the other boy at the table. He didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation.

All of a sudden, Shawn turned to see the teacher I met in the hallway talking to a curly haired boy. "The guy over there talking to Mr. Feeny is Cory." Shawn smirked as Cory came back and took a seat beside Shawn. It was only when he sat down that he really noticed me and made a face. He looked at me for a minute before smiling at me and extending his hand.

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