The Zodiacs

Chapter 1: The First Day.

Stories always have to have a narrator. Whether they're completely involved in the story or just a spectator is all up to the writer. Or the person thinking. All stories have to have a beginning. In defiance of all that is sane we're starting from the middle, because what people don't really realize is that all stories, in fact, start from the middle or end of another story. As authors or thinkers, we skip to the juicy parts because why waste our time on the rest when it could just as easily be summed up?

"Class take your seats," Mrs. Robertson tells everyone. It's hard to describe this class as a whole, so like most stories we're only focusing on a select few, and if you read the summary you know who I'm talking about.

"Okay guys, so I'm not about to take that religion test," Analise says as she enters the class, "Cause it's not like I'm going to be a nun or anything when I get out here."

First we have Analise. Typical pretty girl, with latest fashions all downloaded onto her newest iPhone. What is it? The 10th? She's a red-head though, not a blond, and her hair barely touches her shoulders in the nice waves people do to their hair whenever they find the time. Apparently Analise wakes up this way, or... has a lot of time on her hands. Not typical in the whole hair color sense but everything else pretty much falls right under. Perfect eyebrows, gray eyes, long lashes, thin fingers that look like they might break just from touching anything ugly.

"Thomas do you need to see a nurse?" Mrs. Robertson asks a boy knocked out on the desk.

Some jock kicks the back of his chair and he jumps up angrily, "Fuck off!"

On the complete other side of the spectrum, we have Thomas. Class BUM. Nobody thinks he'll amount to much because of the fact that his life in the class consists of dreaming up other ones or shoving chips down his throat every time the teacher turns their back. He never has his clothes on the right way, and this is obvious because no style is that messy. Brown hair, another set of gray eyes, and the height of a basketball player (even though he refuses to play sports). Not much on his part, but moving on.

"Let's move to Canada!" A girl shrieks to Analise.

Closer to Analise's side we have her best friend, Giselle. A bit of a baby at times, but can hide her actual feelings and play dumb on cue if she felt it necessary. You might call her a teacher's pet if you didn't know her that well but since we're starting in the middle we know that that's not the case. She just loves to talk. About anything. Her hair is blond so we can see how she fills in where her friend doesn't want to. Speaking of being friends, I forgot to mention that they're pretty much the same in every way possible. It's hard to tell exactly who copied who because they've just been at it for so long that people lost track, and the rumors just blurred everything up.

"Carson, do you think you could move up a bit? The front row needs a thinker like you," the teacher remarks, trying to sound polite.

"Uh, sure." the boy replies.

Then there's Carson. He's the usual shy kid. Not the cute, mysterious shy. Literally just shy. Doesn't talk much. Knows answers, but won't raise his hand. Typical. There's nothing much to his looks that could actually stand out. His hair is a lighter brown than most but his eyes are also brown so they balance out to create this complete average looking 'look' for him.

"Mrs. is it alright if I hand in the essay early? I have it done already," a brunette announces while sitting up as if there was a board stuck up her shirt.

Now we're on Loren. And please don't make the mistake of pronouncing her name wrong because she WILL challenge you to like a wrestling match or something. "It's pronounced LO-REN not LAUREN" her signature first impression. The Spencer Hastings of the class. She needs the top in everything. This girl has tried every sport offered since freshman year and has won at least three medals for each. Top in every class she takes and basically has no social life. Or personal life. Or life in general. This school is full of blonds so don't be surprised if a couple more pop up.

"Woah, hold up. Repeat that?" A guy says while lifting his head from a heavy book.

"No one said anything to you, go back to your werewolves." Thomas laughs.

Next on our nice little list is Vincent. He's pretty smart, book wise. He wouldn't last a day in the real world if it wasn't for those weird stories he reads that can sometimes fill in for socializing if you're really that desperate. His hair is black, like JET BLACK. People think he dyed it but that rumor eventually died down when people started to not care if it was or not. His eyes are blue so he does get the occasional girl to fall for him.

"Dude, you're still reading that thing?" A deep voice asks while turning to laugh with his friends.

"Its a series, remember?" Vincent reminds him patiently.

I almost forgot to mention Lenox. He should have been thrown up around there but he's not really the noticeable type, even though he tries really hard to be. He's 'dating' Analise. They've been on and off for the longest that people gave up on them and think they're just being petty every time they come back together. He's blond with blue eyes.

"Who wants to hear a pun?" Another boy says, he's sitting on his desk already laughing.

"Stephen, save it for lunch," Loren warns him.

"What do you call a three-humped llama?" he pauses for effect, "Pregnant." The class erupts in laughter.

"It's camel idiot," Analise rolls her eyes playfully.

Then we have Stephen who's just literally the class clown. Everyone loves his jokes and he can get away with just about anything because nobody takes him all that seriously. He's a red-head too but his is fake. He changes his hair every time he gets bored because a.) he has the money and b.) who's going to tell him otherwise?

"Caroline, do you think you could collect the homework for me?" Mrs. Robertson asks the girl in front of her.

"Okay," she nods.

Caroline is next because she's just... there. She's perfectly normal and there's not much to say. Her life is on a balance and nothing is tilting in ANY direction. Never. Not once. She's not dull, but not too exciting. She's not ugly, but not so pretty. She's not there, but she's not missing either. Really everything about her fades into the crowd. Brown hair, brown eyes.

"Um, Abel?" the boy in the chair looks up quickly, as Caroline asks, "Do you have your homework?"

"Oh," he gives a relieved look, "No, sorry."

Abel. Is another story. He gets addicted to things easily and takes on too many interests way too quickly. Since the school gives out laptops to everyone for educational purposes he finds that he cannot let that go to waste. His days are spent clicking video after video on youtube researching whatever it is that recently popped up either in his head or on the screen.

"Flip it around," Mrs. Robertson tells a girl hunched over her desk as she scrolls through pictures on her phone.

"Phoebe, she's barking at you!" Giselle tells the girl while reaching to flip her phone backside up.

Phoebe is that one student that might not be popular but will still take selfies like she gets paid for each one. Her phone is the love of her life, it's her extension. Without it, she wouldn't know when she has meetings, the gossips, or who she even is.

"I don't have my homework, so don't ask," another girl says from the corner of the room. Her eyes are on her computer and her foot is tapping to a beat from her headphones.

Finally, we have Safiya. She's quiet, but not the type you feel sorry for. She gives off this 'I don't care' look, that just makes you want to avoid starting an awkward conversation around her. If she didn't have to go to school she would be out spending her time on things she actually cared about. Her group of friends is small and vague. She tends to keep to herself, but for no real reason.

So this is our class. The most of it. Other students will show up but they aren't nearly as important as these few.