High School Haunted (secretly a Rejectoniczz story inside.........)

Chapter 1

Haunted High is a high school for people who don't really fit in. Well, that's where most people that don't fit in go.... I'm not saying it's there for that specific reason. Half the school were bullies, and the other half were bullied. Not a very good school to go to. Pretty run down and was only worth maybe 5 diamond rings. Really cheap, and really bad.

Now let's start with the story.

Drake and Armen walked into Haunted High, it being their first year of high school. They were hoping it wasn't any worse than middle school.
Boy were they wrong.
"You think this year'll be different Armen?" Drake asked. Armen gulped, nervous.
"I dunno.... I hope it will be...." He trailed off, looking around. Drake pulled out his schedule that had his locker number on it.
"What locker are you Armen?" He asked. Armen pulled out his schedule.
"Uhm.... #235." He replied.
"Cool. I'm #237." Drake smiled. Armen smiled back.
"I've got a good feeling about this year." Armen said. Drake nodded as they headed for their lockers.
"#229.... #232.... #235!" Armen exclaimed as he started to enter his passcode to open it. Drake walked to his locker and opened his as well.
Suddenly a large hand slammed into the locker between them, making them both flinch.
"What do you punks think your doing?" A boy a few years older asked. Drake looked over at him and saw his eyes.
"Woa..." He stared at the light grey pupils. Armen smacked his shoulder as if saying,'don't!'
"What are you lookin at?" The boy asked as he pinned Drake against the locker.
"N-nothing!" Drake stuttered, scared.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Armen exclaimed, pushing the boy off Drake. The boy stormed toward Armen and got a fist ready. Armen backed up.
"Your lucky I don't beat the living hell out of you." He growled, close to Armens face. "Don't come by my locker again."
"B-but our locker's here a-and-"
"I said. Don't come by my locker again." He growled through gritted teeth. Armen nodded quickly. The boy walked away and Armen ran over to Drake and helped him up.
"I guess we already have a bully....." Drake said sadly.
"We'll find a way through it, like we always do."
"Right before we have to transfer schools......" Drake replied, not seeing the good outcome, if there was any. Suddenly they heard a yell as a kid with blonde hair ran down the hallway, laughing. He stopped in front of us.
"Gimme a boost!" He whisper yelled as he pointed above the lockers. Drake and Armen sighed, not wanting to make another enemy, and helped the kid to the top of the lockers.
"HEY GET BACK HERE!!" They heard a group of boys yell as they ran by. One of the kids stopped in front of Drake and Armen.
"You punks seen a kid with blonde hair around here?" He asked, cigarette in mouth. Smoke being blown in the boys faces and making them cough.
"U-Uhm.... No...." Drake lied. Armen nodded, agreeing with Drake.
"You see the kid, find us." The boy said angrily as he ran away.
"Thanks guys!" The kid with blonde hair yelled as he jumped down in front of the boys, making them back up in surprise.
"You welcome.....?" Armen replied, sort of asking more than answering.
"Uhm... Can I ask a question?" Drake asked nervously. Armen stiffened up, afraid if they would get in trouble again.
"Yea! Sure." The kid replied.
"Uhm, what were they chasing you for?" Drake asked.
"Oh! Well, he's thinking that I'm gonna take his place on the basketball team. Tryouts are next week so..." The kid explained. Drake and Armen nodded in unison. "Hey, what are your names?" He asked. Both Armen and Drake jumped in surprise. No had referred to them and asked them a question without saying something insultful in the midst.
"Oh, u-Uhm... I'm Drake..."
"I'm Armen....."
"Nice to meet ya!" The kid said, shaking both the boys hands. "My name's Grayson!" 
"Nice to meet you...." Armen smiled, happy to make a friend. Grayson looked at their lockers.
"Oh no.... You guys are lockers #235 and 237, huh?" Grayson asked, sounding slightly scared.
"Yea..." Drake trailed off.
"Take it you've already met Brine?" Grayson asked.
"Brine?" Armen replied. "Who's that?"
"The kid with the really light grey eyes, almost looking white?" Grayson asked. Armen and Drake sadly nodded. Grayson sighed. "Well, hate to break it to ya, but you're screwed."
Armen gulped.
"Hey, I may not be able to help you with that, but I can at least make you happy this school year. You two freshman's?" Grayson asked. Armen and Drake nodded. "Cool! I'm a sophomore. Maybe you two could join the basketball team! I mean, you're pretty tall." Grayson said as he pointed at Drake. Drake looked down, ashamed.
"Is that... Bad...?" Drake asked.
"No! It's actually a good advantage in the game!" Grayson exclaimed. "Do you play?"
"I used to..." Drake explained.
"After school meet me at the Gymnasium. We can play a little. I've got to practice anyway." Grayson rubbed the back of his neck.
"That sounds fun..." Armen slightly smiled.
"Hey, what are you guys schedules? I can take you to your classes since class starts..." Grayson looked at his watch as the bell rung. "Now."
"Uhm... We both have history now...." Armen stuttered.
"Ah cool! I love the history teacher, he's really cool! You'll love 'im!" Grayson exclaimed leading the way. Drake and Armen followed.
Soon they reached the classroom and lined up.
"Find me by locker #157 so I can take you to your next class, k?" Grayson said. Drake and Armen nodded, and Grayson walked away.
"Come on in class!!" They heard the teacher yell as everyone walked in.
Maybe this year won't be as bad as we though. Both the boys thought, smiling.

Around lunchtime they met Grayson at one of the tables.
"So how were your first three periods?" Grayson asked.
"It was good!" Armen exclaimed, smiling.
"Yea! It was actually fun!" Drake replied.
"Wow..... I was expecting,'boring' or,'stupid'." Grayson replied, surprised.
"Well, we don't normally have classes together and for the first time we didn't get tormented the whole time." Armen shrugged.
"So yea, I actually got to focus and pay attention for once!" Drake exclaimed. "How was your first three periods?"
"Ecstatic." Grayson replied sarcastically. "I already have detention." He replied smugly.
"How?!" Armen asked, worried.
"Well, those kids that were chasing me this morning found me in the hallway and wanted to start a fight. And of course, I was the one that got blamed." Grayson rolled his eyes.
"Did you get hurt?!" Drake asked, scared for his friend.
"Dude do you think I'd go down that easily?" Grayson asked, getting close to Drakes face, feeling intimidated.
"N-no!" Drake stuttered, sinking in his chair.
"Wow. You gotta learn some self defense man." Grayson replied sympathetically as he backed away. "Basketball will teach ya, don't worry."
"Okay...." Drake sat back up nervously.
"Let's eat." Armen stated, starting his salad. Drake ate along with Grayson.
"Hey, punks." Brine walked up behind Drake and Drake stiffened up.
"Ah cmon Brine, lay off the kids." Grayson said, standing up.
"Lay off them? Why don't I lay off them and beat you up instead?" Brine asked Grayson.
Armen shook his head no to Grayson quickly.
"You wanna pick a fight with me?" Grayson asked, walking towards Brine.
"No, but I think Luke does." Brine snarled. Grayson backed up a bit at that. "That's what I though. Now," Brine lifted Armen up the collar of his shirt. Armens eyes went wide in fear. "Let me do my thing while you do yours."
"I said lay off him Brine." Grayson growled.
"Your friends with these idiots?" Armen looked hurt by Brines statement.
"They're not idiots. They're smarter than you." Grayson counter argued. "And yea, I'm friends with them."
"Fine. I'll lay off them." Brine growled as he dropped Armen.
Drake helped Armen back up and stood in front of him, protecting. Brine walked away.
"Sorry about that guys.... Brines kinda a crud ball most of the time." Grayson apologized. "Don't pay attention to him. And we never speak of this." Armen and Drake nodded.

After school, Grayson met up with Drake and Armen as promised.
"I'm gonna teach you guys some basics for the game, since it looks like you two haven't played in awhile." Grayson said as Drake and Armen nodded. Grayson tossed them a basketball and Armen caught it.
"First, you know how to dribble, right?" Grayson asked, and Armen nodded, starting to dribble the basketball. "Cool. Pass it to Drake." And Armen did. And Drake dribbled the pass, as the boys smiled.
"Nice. So, can you pass me the ball?" Grayson asked as Drake passed it. Grayson caught it and dribbled, doing multiple tricks in the process. Armen and Drake stared in amazement.
"So, you wanna try and get the ball in the hoop." Grayson said, backing up onto the midcourt line, still dribbling. "The farther away you are, the more points, but the more practice you need." Grayson shot the ball and it got nothing but net. Drake and Armen were in awe.
"How'd you....." Armen trailed off.
"Practice. Lots and lots of practice." Grayson replied smiling. "You two try. But," Grayson walked up to the three point line,"do it from here." He passed the ball to Armen. Armen walked up the three point line and got ready to shoot. And it fell short.
"Cmon, you got this. You just have to practice." Grayson said. "Why don't we play 21?" Grayson asked. Drake shrugged. Armen nodded.
"I mean..... We live on our own so we can stay as long as we want....." Armen stated.
"Cool! So we have one ball, and we each try to get to 21 points. Shot in the three point line is 2 points and shot out of the three point line is 3 points. You can take the ball from eachother, but no traveling, you got it?" Grayson explained, and Drake and Armen nodded.

And play they did.
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This is what happens when I'm in a writers block, I'm bored, and I'm watching basketball movies. I hope you like this! If you have any questions, ask! And let me get some references in this done.
The beginning explaining the high school was a reference to the house Armen and Drake bought.
The bullies are explaining the nights they had at the house and how they were tormented.
Brine is Herobrine.
Basketball is gonna be their way of fighting.
Like is one of the people in the Arctic base.

And now some character explaining.
Drake basically looks the same as he does IRL but with black hands. (Birth defect)
Armen looks the same
Grayson looks the same but with glasses
Herobrine still looks menacing
Luke looks the same
And yea.
I hope you liked :3

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