Fandom High (Creepypasta/ Hetalia/ Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)/ OHSHC fanfic)

Chapter 1: The sluts, The heroes, and the Mysterious Boy

*Laurel's POV*

I was walking to the first class of the year. According to my watch, I was already thirty minutes late, fantastic! It's always good to make a good first impression on your teacher. My favorite impression, the kid who won't show up. I only know my homeroom so far, I don't even know my teacher.

It's sophomore year for my friends and I. The rest can kiss my, lovely arse. I finally found my homeroom, and took a deep breath. When I enter these doors, that will determine the teens that I will spend the rest of the year with. And most importantly, the teacher.

I entered the room, and it was filled with either social outcasts, preps, serial murderers, or people I have never met. The only people I know in here are Alois Trancy, the teenage boy with platinum blonde hair, and sparkly blue eyes. As well as Claude Faustus, the boy who has no emotion, and slicked back black hair with amber eyes and spectacles.

"Seriously, these are my classmates!" I complained, purposely interrupting the class. I flicked- my long white hair behind my shoulder. "Why do I have to be stuck with these losers?"

"That's exactly what I said!" Alois added.

"Laurel, I presume." The teacher said. I turned to face the man with fiery red eyes, and hair black as night. I knew right there and then, my brother, Sebastian Michaelis was teaching me this year. "Can I speak with you for one moment?"

I crossed my arms, as if I was going towards him against my own free will. Alois snickered, since he was the only one who knew the truth. I had this pouting face, as if someone didn't get me what they promised, and I was three.

"What do you want, Sebby?" I whispered.

"I would like to talk about your behaviour. I kind of like you, but you don't like me. Can we just get through this year without tearing off each other's heads?" He asked.

"Don't count on it." I teased, and found a seat next to Alois, and behind Claude. Sebastian continued his attendance. I put up my hand, waiting to get called on. He nodded towards me and I began to talk. "I don't have a pencil!" I whined at the top of my lungs.

Sebastian stood up, obviously annoyed, and threw the pencil as if it was a throwing knife. I tilted my head and caught it between my fingers. I mouthed the words thank you, and began chewing on the ends.

As Sebastian was about to begin the lesson once again, a girl busted through the doors, stubbing her foot and tripping. She had red hair and orange streaks, and I could see her green eyes. She picked up the glasses that fell on the floor and placed them on her face.

"Nice one sweet cheeks!" A long, blonde haired boy hollered. He was handsome, with stubble on his chin. His deep blue eyes gleamed from the back of the class. "And by sweet cheeks, I don't mean the ones on your face." He laughed, with his French accent.

"Sorry I was late, and boy, these cheeks are too sweet for you to handle." The girl taunted. The entire class stifled their laughs. And when the girl passed by me, I stuck up my hand for a high five. She took it and winked at Alois as she passed. Alois blinked a couple times, and stared at her as she walked away.

"Miss Suttcliff, welcome and that was one hell of an entrance you made there." Sebastian acknowledged. "Now that everyone's here, let's introduce ourselves. My name is Sebastian Michaelis your homeroom teacher, and dorm supervisor for the guys."

"I'm next." A blonde haired boy stood up at the front of the class. His glasses were covering his bright blue eyes. He was wearing a bomber jacket, over a white t-shirt. "Alfred F. Jones at your service. Never fear, you're hero is always here to save the day. I'm head of the leadership committee. And not single."