You Know What's Great? Being Stuck On An Island!

Chapter 1: Class 3D

The clicking of shoes could be heard as they made their way down through the deserted halls of Tenzin High School. The school was absolutely soundless, which makes sense since classes were currently in session. This was a rare moment for Tenzin High, but before the silence could be fully appreciated one class shattered the flawless image.

Class 3D, also known as 'the delinquent class' or 'the hell class housed all third year troublemakers in the school. Many were kicked out of this school for being such, but the school only kept the others because as the principal said, they show promise. They weren't stupid and non tactical, all of them were good at something. Be it gambling, negotiating, managing and making money, anything that could be beneficial to them in their near future, the school wanted to nurture and build up those talents and possibly exploit it. To teach this class though, the teacher has to be able to match the student's personalities, they must be witty and quick on their feet. The students were sly, ruthless, strategic and had a silver tongue so effective, they often spoke their way out of critical situations. This class was not meant to be taken lightly.

Class 3D's door slid open to reveal a boy with short, snow white hair and pale skin, along with a female teacher with tan skin and wild brown hair. They calmly walked towards the front of the class, ignoring the absolute mayhem going on and narrowly missed a chair that slammed into the whiteboard. The teacher calmly stood behind her table, eyeing the class of students for a couple seconds as if waiting for them to acknowledge that she was there. After about thirty seconds, she sighed and slammed her items on her desk, "All y'all! Shut the hell up!" She roared, which ceased all fighting and cursing among the students. They glowered at her as they turned from a brawl going on between two males; she didn't even flinch, and instead gave them a harsh glare of her own. "Now that I have your attention," she bit out, brushing unruly, brown locks from her face, "We have a new inmate in our mitts. Introduce yourself, boy." The pale boy looked at the delinquents before him. His eyes roamed the class as if looking for someone, before finally looking forward. With a blank, seemingly uninterested stare he spoke, "Hotaru Aleksandrov." Before anyone could utter a single word, the door flew open and a student walked in. He had shaggy, blond hair that barely grazed his broad shoulders, golden brown skin and sharp, hazel eyes. "Sorry I'm late, blah, blah, blah, all dat crap, imma go- Hotaru!" He squealed excitedly as he tackled the shorter male. "I haven't seen yer tight ass in weeks, I've missed ya and yer cooking. Hope dat bitch ain't been working ya too hard." He rubbed his cheek against Hotaru's like an affectionate puppy. "Takeshi," Hotaru squeaked, his face a deep shade of red. He quickly cleared his throat, speaking in an even voice, "Stop embarrassing yourself and get off of me." Takeshi chuckled and was about to comment until he felt eyes burning into him. He looked around the class to see his fellow classmates staring at them, bewildered. Takeshi realized the position he and Hotaru were currently in and decided not to embarrass him even more. He got off of Hotaru and helped him to his feet.

"So, it seems you two know each other." "Yes ma'am. Ve have been acquainted," said Hotaru as he brushed imaginary dust off his uniform, pink still dusting his cheeks. The teacher raised an eyebrow, "It's Ms. Satomi. None of that ma'am garbage. Now go sit your asses down so I can start my class!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Takeshi as he grabbed Hotaru's hand, leading him to where they would be sitting. Someone was already sitting in the seat beside Takeshi's, but with a few quick words from said male, they quickly bolted.

Everyone stared at Hotaru, apparently sizing him up before looking away and taking their seats. They seemed to forget that they were brawling a couple minutes ago and slowly settled down. A student went to the front of the class to retrieve the chair that was thrown, but was immediately stopped by Ms. Satomi as she stomped her foot on it. "You won't be needing this," she hissed, glaring at them. The student balled their hands into fists and looked like they were about to retaliate, but instead kept their mouth shut and stalked back to their desk. Ms. Satomi kicked the chair to the corner of the classroom, and then proceeded to begin her lesson. Thirty five minutes in, Ms. Satomi was called to an emergency staff meeting, leaving 'her prisoners' as she called them to their own devices.