Love Can't Be Cut

CHAPTER 1- FRESHMEN ARE MENTAL

"305, 305, 305, WHO FELT THE NEED TO MAKE A HIGH SCHOOL THE SIZE OF A MALL- 305, 305," Scizzera Crayola, 17, and new senior, was currently sprinting through the halls of Glue Stick High , praying the number 305 would magically materialize on one of the little blue plaques that was positioned on top of each classroom door. 

 She had to stay and talk to the principal and her counselor for 30 minutes because she was a new student, so the halls were devoid of the thousands of sweaty bodies that would erupt from the classes very soon. 

"305, 305, here!" Absolutely winded and out of breath, she spared 5 seconds to place her hands on her head and take a breather. Slowly, she opened the wooden door, and came face to face with...

Midgets. The class was filled with tiny children, all who looked rather confused at her arrival. "Are these...Freshmen?" Scizzera thought with astonishment. "Why are they so short? Was I this short?" It took her a minute to realize the obvious question. "Wait. What am I doing in a classroom full of freshmen?"

Someone cleared their throat behind her, and she whirled around. The teacher, who was an old man with short strands of silver hair hanging on to his scalp for dear life, looked at her with distaste. 

"Would you care to enlighten me," he started, his deep voice rather intimidating. "What a senior doing in a class for Freshmen?"

 Scizzera practically wilted under the sharp gaze of the old man. "I- I'm sorry I- uhh" she stumbled over her words, scared of what this freaking witch in disguise would do if she said the wrong thing. "I'm, uhm, new here, and I got lost," she eventually managed to stammer. "Could you tell me where class 305 is?" 

The teacher stared at her. "Child, class 305 is at the other end of the building. This is class 503" he told her. 

Crap. "Oh... okay," she mumbled.

 The teacher sighed in annoyance. "Cutsor, and Slasher, take this clueless child to class 305, please," he asked two boys, one redhead and one ravenette with pink curtain bangs. "Why both of us?" the redhead asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because I don't trust either of you on your own" the teacher replied simply. "Fair enough," Pink-bangs boy said, standing up.

 The trio walked out the door, a clueless senior and two scheming freshmen. Not something you see everyday. 

The second the door closed, the redhead started coughing rather violently. "Oh my god- AHEM- I think I need CPR," he spluttered, coughing between words. Scizzera had taken a one month lifeguard class at the Stapler Beach last summer, and therefore actually knew how to do CPR. So, instinctively, she started to panic. "What! Get the nurse! No, it'll be too late by then... I can do CPR! But what if I can't..." The redhead, not frazzled in the least bit by her rambling, proceeds. "Because you took my breath away," 

Scizzera looked at him sideways, baffled. Pink-bangs boy rolled his eyes. "He's trying to say you're hot," he decoded for Scizzera. She opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what she was supposed to say when someone called you hot. "Oh... thanks? I guess?" 

Pink-bangs boy was stifling a giggle, trying not to laugh at this clueless senior's awkwardness. Redhead flashed her a grin. "No problem, Beautiful! By the way, I almost fell on the way here," Scizzera quickly pulled out her emergency pack of my little pony band-aids. But before she could ask which cutie mark he wanted,he quickly added, "For you~," "Um, what?" Scizzera still couldn't get the memo. 

"We're here," Pink-Bangs boy said. Scizzera looked up and saw a door with the actual number 305. "Bye, Beautiful!" Redhead said, tucking his nonexistent long hair behind his ear, with Pink-Bangs boy not far behind. 

Scizzera stopped in front of the classroom. From the window, she could see students who were actually her age. She took a deep breath, and reached out her hand to open the door, a bead of sweat forming on her chin as she hoped something like what just happened wont happen again. 

Collecting herself, she quickly slipped into the classroom. The room was loud and noisy, so no one noticed her arrival. She sat down, and was about to set her backpack on the desk, when BRRRRRING! Scizzera nearly jumped out of her newfound seat as the bell rang, signaling that the class she had just started was over. Sighing, she got up, only to be knocked down by the horde of seniors. Will this ever end???