Before the Noble War (Tate Langdon)

Prologue

A/n: this will be a quick chapter to establish placement and other important (and I say important lightly) imformation. A chapter with Tate will follow quickly.

Moving to a whole new state? Across the country? Yes and yes. You were moving from Minnesota to California. Quite a big move. Cold to warm. Mid-West to West. Lake Superior to the Pacific Ocean. If anyone told you that wasn't a big transistion, they'd be so wrong.

You were staring at the door of your new house. It was big and it was next to an even bigger house. Great. Just perfect. You were probably a zillion miles away from your nearest friend. You did not want to make new friends, despite your parents insisting that it would be a great opportunity. You didn't want new friends. You wanted Jada, Beth, Tiffany, Brent, Brandon, and Jamie. This would prove to be a real struggle. A real struggle. You were not a social butterfly by any means. If anything, you were in a cocoon of anti-social matter.

You walked into the house, carrying two suitcases filled with clothing and books. More of your possessions were in the moving truck. You walked up the staircase and into a room you thought suited you.

It was small, but not too small. It wasn't the biggest room in the house, and you didn't want it to be. You sighed and probed your suitcases against a wall. The room was empty, just like how you felt. If this was an adventure, this is the kind of depressing one where the adventurer gets eaten by a giant spider or something.

You sat on the floor for a moment. The room smelled musty and unclean. You knew you'd have to clean it before you actually settled in. Maybe then it'd feel like home, though you seriously doubted it.

You pulled put your little music contraption and on came Lithium by Nirvana. You listened to it until you heard yelling.

"Y/n! Are you listening? Y/n! Come unpack!" You heard your mom yell from the door. It was funny how she thought you couldn't hear her. Instead of challenging her, or making a witty comment that only you would laugh at, you got up and followed her orders.

You went outside to the truck and grabbed boxes labeled y/n. There were really only four boxes. The rest of the things were furniture like a dresser, bed frame, and a mattress. You couldn't wait to get to sleep. You unpacked your belongings the best you could. Then, since it was 9:00pm, and you had school tomorrow, you went to sleep. You forgot about dinner because you had been too busy sulking because of the move. You missed your friends back home.

This was not home.

In the morning, you woke up, you got dressed, and you went to school.

You rode a crowded bus with noisy teens. You rolled your eyes at their enthusiasm. It was Tuesday, not an enthusiastic day.

You got to school, met with the principal before school started. You had fifteen minutes before your first class, and he didn't waste a minute of it. He talked on and on about the school's great understanding of their students. I sighed. Any school that says that, doesn't really understand the students. They can't. It's really not their fault. They grew up in a different time, with different priorities and problems. When the principal left me, I was left to find my classroom on my own.

Mr. Fairboult 203 second floor
History

The sheet of paper read. I found 201 and eventually found the right class. I sat down. This is where all hell begins.