*F/l/n - fake last name *
Today was your first day at the Garrison Academy. Since it was obviously the first day you weren't too sure about whether you wanted to go or not, well the part of not wanting to go was because the teachers or anyone could find out that you were related to Matt Holt. So the people from Garrison didn't let you in. Gaining more confidence, you were sure that they wouldn't find out that you were related to the Holts.
Short h/c locks had bounced as you had hesitantly walked into the office where some scary-looking man was standing, looking out a window. In this case you assumed was the training area, but still unsure.
"Hello Y/n F/l/n" said Commander Iverson
"Commander Iverson." you nodded
There had started a somewhat longish introduction of Garrison after talking about the rules and all. Commander Iverson had lead you around the school, until you had went to the training ground and saw that two males were fighting about some tactic. Which had caused Commander Iverson leaving you with a few unknown students. After the scary-looking Commander Iverson left, a few students had looked at you.
"Well who is daunty male?" asked a cuban boy.
"Lance you shouldn't be calling him names" said a somewhat taller male with a yellow handkerchief around his semi long black hair.
The two males had gotten closer to you which had made you super uncomfortable. Backing up a male that was somewhat tall as the cuban looking boy. He had purple eyes and those eyes had looked so mesmerizing, but getting caught up in the moment you had looked away and at your shoes.
"Lance, leave him alone" the black molet said.
"And if I don't?" Lance replied.
You had learned that the boy who had the purple eyes was named Keith. In about at least 3 ticks the two males had started to fight verbally, then somehow ended up getting physical. The super tall samoan was Hunk. When the physical fighting had started, the Lance guy had pushed Keith into the pillar. You being the new person, you were getting worried that someone was going to get hurt. Hunk on the other hand was trying to separate the two, but he had gotten shoved. You being a small person you had squeezed in between the two.
"S-stop!" you said, neither of the two had heard you.
"STOP!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.
Suddenly the physical fighting had stopped and they both looked at you with widen eyes. The cuban boy had backed up and so did Keith.
"It's every single time that I go to a new school, people get into a fight over something and it makes me-" you had let out a scream of frustration.
You had heard that the Cuban boy had leaned over to the samoan. You heard whispering behind the cuban's hand and then you had figured that he was comparing your anger with someone else. Brows furrowing you had set down your bag and glared at Lance.
"Do you have something to say?" you asked your fingers curling.
"Um, yea-"
With that you launched well being at the tall cuban and clawed at him. Your lips spewing cruel names. It was within a tick or less you had gotten off the male and dusted yourself off. Grabbing your bag you had looked over your shoulder and glared before grinning and walking away. Hunk was hiding behind a pillar because he had seen the scary side of you, Keith, on the other hand was astonished at your anger level towards Lance.
"I hope that I don't have to do that again!"
