Splatoon: Why me?

Chapter 1

"Alright new grade 9's welcome to splat high! My name is Mr. Yelis, your home room teacher." The formal looking teacher spoke loudly into the crowd of inklings.
Orae just can't wait to see the sitting arrangements. She was hoping to be seated someone nice so they can maybe bond and...
"Okay class, we arranged the students to form a silent class and according to your past teachers!  These are your seating plans for the year." Mr. Yelis announced picking up a stack of paper and handing it out to everybody.
Moans and sighs as everybody looks on the paper, but nothing came out from Orae.
"Hey... Mr. Yelis? I'm not on here..." She asked the wise teacher.
The teacher raised a brow then started to laugh, "That's not possible! What's your name young woman?"
"Orae." She shyly replied.
The teacher scratched his head.
"Do you have an accent? Is it pronounced Arie?" The teacher asked, showing her where Arie sits.
"That's Arie over there! I'm Orae with an O..." She pointed at Arie who was picking her nose.
"Uh... I'll be right back..." The teacher says as he hurridly leaves the classroom and rushes to the office.
'Another teacher who forgot who I am...' I thought to myself.

"Alright kids! Welcome to your first period, "The studies of Turf War"!" The teacher yells into the megaphone, which the class responds by covering their ears and screaming.
"Yeah get used to it bub! This is how I teach! Anyway everybody get in lines I want to recap your knowledge with a little something I like to call..."
He then proceeds to activate a respawner and load a gun.
"death quiz!"

"What happens if you stand in the opposing teams coloured ink?" Mr.Krabuhs yells into the megaphone.
"You slowly start to die!" The cyan inkling yelled back.
"Correct! Next one! What happens if you run over by a opposite team's roller?"
"You...uh...get harmed... But not dead?" The yellow inkling shrugs.
*SPLAT*
"WRONG! Next!"
Orae was next. She gulped as she stepped up on the respawner.
"What happens when you call an ink strike?"
She knew this one!
She opened her mouth to speak, "A tornado of--"
"CHICKENS BLOW U UP!" Plat shouts out, then laughing his head off.
"What no! That's not my answer! I meant a tornado of--"
*SPLAT*
Amazingly she survive this, only to mutter,
"Of ink...."
Then Orae continues to barf all the excessive ink in her mouth.
All the inklings laughed their heads off, Except for Bluzi which he was angered.

"Alright class! Welcome to period 2! History! Open up your textbooks to page right to the introduction on inkling history."
Orae sighs and digs around in her book bag. She then pulled out a purple ink soaked textbook.
"EW!? Hey! My textbook!" Orae screamed.
The old teacher looked up.
Angry, she gets up from her desk and yells at Orae,
"You spilt ink on your textbook on the first day? That costs fifty squidollars! You'll have to pay to the school this textbook because you ruined it!"
"But I didn't do it! I don't pack purple ink beverages!" Orae pulled out ink bottle to prove it.
" but it was in your backpack and so the blame is still on you!" The teacher huffs.
"Excuse me ma'am! I would like to say something!" Bluzi stood up and walks to her desk.
"What is it?" The old teacher asks.
"I believe Orae 100%! I have the evidence proving she didn't do it!"
The class including Orae was taken back at the fact that Bluzi was defending her.
"Earlier today I saw her drink orange tea, which means what she said was correct. I also noticed a shady figure at her lockers today, which I have photo evidence." He pulls out his squi-phone (iPhone pun :D) and shows the teacher a picture of a figure much taller than Orae at her locker.
"Also SINCE the ink is purple we know that there is only two people in the class who drinks it." He flips to a picture of all the inkling's bottles standing on a table during PE.
"And jack is way too short to be that figure in the picture..."
Then he continues to walk away from my desk and stare at Plat.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Bluzi asked Plat.
Play just stared at him like an idiot and mouths 'why are you doing this?'
Bluzi smiled an pulls out a bottle half full of purple ink juice.
"That was fun and all to find out who really spilled the juice, but we need to hurry the class is almost over..." The teacher sighs.
Bluzi looks at te clock, an hour passed.
"Heh... Sorry..." He says.
"Return to your desk young man and I will take care of this imposter later."
Plat shook his fist at Bluzi but he didn't seem to care as he strolls back to his seat with a huge grin on his face.
"Alright class let's begin class--"
*RIIIIIIING*
"Of course..."

Orae happily skips along the street to home. Today was awesome for her! She finally won against Plat, who has bullied her since kindergarten. And most of all Bluzi, the most popular guy in her class has talked to her! Something about her must've changed!
"Maybe someone else will also talk to me tommorrow!" Orae determinely says.

"That girl will pay for making me look like an idiot!" Plat says to his friend Carol while spying on her behind the corner of the alley.
"Wasn't it Bluzi who made you look like an idiot?" Carol asked Plat.
"Are you kiddin' me? Bluzi has a freakin army at his hand. Picking on him is like picking on the general of the army..." Plat grinded his teeth. "I just want to beat the crap out of her anyway... She's an idiot and a moron thinking she'll ever get famous..."
Plat flicked on his tazor and Carol lifted his bat. Orae was arriving soon...