The Modern Four

Chapter 1

Penny Forrester awoke to the sound of a blaring alarm. She groaned, covering her head with her pillow, just as her dog, bolt, came bounding towards her bed, barking.

"Bolt...mph...stop barking..." She muttered, nudging the dog away from her face. Her dog then quickly bit her pillow, dragging it away with him. She groaned, standing up, having no choice but to start getting ready for her first day of school. Correction, first day of high school. She rummaged through her closet, pulling out her new outfit that she so carefully selected. After dressing, she trudged her way downstairs, checking her phone. Ten new messages from Wilbur. God, does that boy ever relax? She scanned through the messages, and, upon seeing the words 'call me', dialed the boys number.

"What do you want?" She yawned. Wilbur gasped.

"Is that any way to greet your best friend?" He complained.

"It is when she just woke up." Penny replied, rolling her eyes.

"Wow. I'm quite wounded. You broke my heart Penny. You really did."

"Oh, shut up. Why'd you have me call?"

"Well, I'm having a crisis." Wilbur said urgently. Penny internally groaned. Wilber's crisis's were always quite shallow.

"What kind of crisis is it this time, Wilbur?"

"I can't decide what shirt to wear." He groaned.

Penny rolled her eyes, pouring herself some cereal. "Oh, you poor baby."

"I know right! What do you think, should I wear my red flash shirt, my superman shirt, or that super cool lightning bolt shirt that my mom got me?"

"Mmm. Lightning bolt." Penny said, having not really listened.

"Yeah but what if the lightning bolt is like, too dorky?" He whined, sighing.

"Then you'll be branded as a dork for the remainder of your high school career, never able to live it down until you hit college." Penny sarcastically replied, taking a bite of her cereal. This was a regular occurrence between her and Wilbur. He constantly asked her for advice when it came to clothes, advice which she often did not know how to give. She tuned back into Wilburs ranting, sighing. "Wilbur, that was sarcasm." Wilbur paused.

"...Well still, it's a real fear."

"Wilbur, you're an idiot." She sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, you've told me." He groaned. She laughed, rolling her eyes.

"It's only because I'm your friend. Otherwise, I'd be nicer."

"No you wouldn't."

"No, I probably would." She replied, putting her now empty bowl of cereal into the sink, and running upstairs, brushing her hair and teeth while Wilbur rambled on.

"...and I can't believe we only have have three classes together. I'll have to talk to the..." He paused, lowering his voice. "...weirdos."

Penny sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, you said the same thing about me. C'mon, you'll make friends!"

"Yeah, weird friends!" He complained.

"I give up on you. I'm hanging up in three, two..."

"WAIT!"

"What, Wilbur?"

"I'll see you in third block!" He shouted, hanging up. Penny sighed, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, running out the door, and hopping on the bus.

Hiro Hamada hated the bus. He hated the bus with a fiery passion. All the freshmen that knew nothing (granted, he was one of them), the annoying sophomores, the pompous juniors, and the lazy seniors. The only person Hiro liked in this whole school was his older brother, Tadashi. Tadashi was, in short, Hiro's only friend. And Tadashi didn't like that. So, he sent Hiro on the us, instead of letting him ride in his car with him. Stupid brother. Stupid bus. Stupid-