Tutor (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 Mission Creek High

AN: Okay, here's the official first chapter of Tutor! Hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats.

Avalon's P.O.V.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-CRACK

I woke up to the obnoxious sound of my alarm clock. It rang until I slammed my fist on the 'Dismiss' button. I was already in a bad mood, and I didn't need to be annoyed as well.

I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to my overstuffed suit case. It took forever just to pry open the zipper!

I got dressed, and walked over to my new desk. I put on the friendship bracelet my old best friend, Julia, made for me.

My old friend...I really miss her.

I pushed that thought away. It was too late to do anything with her now. I now live in Mission Creek, California. My only friend was all the way across the country in Pennsylvania.

A few months ago, my dad got a new job in Mission Creek. I asked him what it was, but he said the information was 'classified', so I didn't push it.

He claimed moving was a great opportunity for our family His reasons were:

1. Meet new people and cultures.

2. Much bigger house.

3. More money from job.

I didn't think it seemed like a good idea. There was moving stress, the pressure of a new school, new teachers, new bullies. The list is endless.

The thing I'm most upset about is the fact that there's no gymnastics studio in Mission Creek. Gymnastics is how I get away from the stress and the bullies. How will I cope with any of it without a gymnastics studio?

"Avalon! Time for breakfast!" I heard my mom call from downstairs.

"Coming!" I replied as I grabbed my new backpack.

When I made it to the dining table, I saw my sister and mom already seated. Dad would've been here too, but he had wake up extra early for his new job.

I took my seat at the end of the table and saw a small bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. I absolutely hated cereal! It's basically tiny clumps of sugar-coated cardboard!

I despised it, but I had to eat something. I started chewing the cereal, and from the first bite, I could tell it was stale.

Thanks, mom!

"So, Avalon? Are you ready for your new high school?" mom questioned.

I wish I could go TEN SECONDS without thinking about the stupid school!

"Yeah, sure! I mean, what's not to like about going to a strange place where you don't know anybody?" I replied sarcastically. I shoveled another soggy spoonful of the garbage known as 'healthy breakfast food' into my mouth.

Blech!

"I'm sorry, honey, but this is our life now. You need to learn to accept change and keep moving."

"Well, can we 'keep moving' back to Pennsylvania? Cause that would make me somewhat happy."

She glared at me, and I held my hands up in surrender. I love my mother, but she could be a pretty vicious woman at times.

"It might not be all that bad." My sister, Tracy said. "You might meet some cute boys there."

Ugh. She is STILL in her boy-crazy phase. I hope she'll get over it soon because it's very annoying. Especially because she keeps teasing me about never having a boyfriend. She's only eleven, and she's 'dated' four guys. Well, if you can call it dating. She's only in middle school! Her 'boyfriend' and her would just sit together at lunch and glance at each other!

"Whatever. I gotta go. I don't want to be late," I said, abandoning my half-finished bowl of crap.

"Wait! You didn't finish your cereal!" Mom called out to me, but I was already out the door with my backpack hanging off my shoulder.

I started the short walk to school, regretting every single step I took.

Bree's P.O.V.

As I walked into school this morning, I heard Principal Perry's conversation with a girl. Although, it isn't much of a conversation if the person says three sentences and walks away!

"Okay, fresh meat. Here's your schedule, books and locker number. Good luck." She said simply and walked away, chuckling.

Oh, she's new...No wonder she was willingly talking to Perry.

She looked at the principal in disbelief and turned around to see me standing behind her.

"Hey, do you need some help?" I asked her.

"Um, yeah! That'd be great! I'm Avalon, by the way."

"Cool! I'm Bree. What locker number do you have?"

She looked at the slip of paper with her locker number and code on it. She studied it for a few seconds, like it was written in a different language. She finally said, "My locker is number 592."

I glanced at her paper and said, "Um, I don't think you want locker 592." She looked genuinely confused.

"What? Why?" she asked me.

"Because your locker is number 265."

Avalon blushed really hard. She seemed extremely embarrassed by mixing up a few numbers.

Who cares? We all make mistakes, right?

"Locker 265 is right across from mine! Let's go," I said as I practically dragged her to our lockers. After I opened it for her, she dumped her books and backpack inside and fumbled around with her schedule.

"Uh, can you help me with this?" she asked me in a very quiet voice.

"No problem," I replied as I scanned over her schedule. "Okay. Your first class is english with Mrs. Bowers. Just go down that hallway, make a right at the vending machine, and it will be the first door on your left."

"Thank you so much!" She said to me gratefully.

"Hey, do you want to sit by my brothers and I at lunch?" I asked her. She seemed really nice, and I would like to have another friend besides Caitlyn. She can be a bit intense sometimes.

"Really?" She asked me. It was like she didn't believe me.

"Yeah, is that okay?" I questioned her.

"Yes!" Her face lit up like a Christmas tree! "That's fine! It's just, I wouldn't think you'd want me to sit by you. It's just, at my last school, everyone thought of me as 'The Freaky Idiot Girl,'" she said with air quotes around The Freaky Idiot Girl.

"Hey, you're not an idiot! You seem really cool!" I told her as I got my books out of my locker. "Why were you considered 'The Freaky Idiot Girl?'"

She suddenly looked really shy and embarrassed. "Well, I-"

BRRRRRIIIIINNGGG!

She was cut off by the bell.

"I gotta go. I will tell you later. I don't want to be late!" She called to me as she tore down the hallway.

"Kay, see ya!" I called back. I think we're going to be really good friends.

"Hey, get to class, Stick-Pop!" an all too familiar voice bellowed.

"Relax, Principal Perry, I'm going." I snapped back and made my way to algebra.

AN: I think that was an okay start for this story, don't you? It may have seemed a bit boring, but I'm trying to build up the setting. It WILL get better.

For this story, I will be doing a 'question of the day' thing, so...

QOTD: Who is your favorite Lab Rat?

Until next time...

PEACE OUT PICKLES!!!