"I'm so excited!" Gradient exclaimed as PJ drove to the school. Palette looked out the window of the passenger seat, his blonde and green hair blowing with the winds. He lowered his hat, covering his bangs more and protecting his eyes from the early autumn sun.
"I don't exactly feel excited to have Error and mom as our teachers." PJ said, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Mr. Reboot is the Tech Arts teacher and he's really nice!" Gradient smiled, taking pictures of the beautiful trees. He wanted to draw them later on and needed visuals.
"Yeah, but Gym is mandatory!" PJ sighed, knowing he would have to deal with Error more.
"But you're really strong! I can't do half of the things you can..." Gradient mumbled the last part, though PJ heard it and sighed.
"We'll survive this Hell hole. They got better then when mom and dad were in school." Palette said.
"Yeah yeah, just don't leave your shit in my truck after school, we're here." PJ said, parking the truck. He popped open the door, stepping out. His black combat boots made a slight clap with the road. He adjusted his sunglasses, looking like a badass gay.
"Alright lets go." Palette said, pushing his hat back up. Gradient skipped in front of them, kicking a few pebles on the way.
"Watch it runt!" Gradient was pushed to the ground, scraping his hands and elbow on the rough sidewalk.
"I-I'm so s-s-s-sorry!" Gradient apologized, searching for where his glasses fell.
"Don't say sorry to that jackass!" PJ yelled, running over.
"And who are you?" A boy with pink hair stepped up. He was much taller and more muscular than PJ, but he still stood his ground.
"I am Paperjam Queen." PJ growled, puffing his chest out.
"How cute! He thinks he's scary!" The boy said.
"And who are you?" PJ crossed his arms, putting his sunglasses on his head.
"I am Fresh Rad. How have I never seen you around in middle school?" The boy asked, adjusting his own sunglasses. They were just like that boy's from so long ago.
"Maybe I'm a lucky son of a bitch." PJ gave a cocky smirk. "Now, are you going to apologize to my brother?"
"Fuck no!" Fresh exclaimed. PJ growled and helped Gradient up, giving him his glasses.
"If this happens again, you'll be sorry." He threatened before leading Gradient into the school, Palette running after them.
"PJ! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Palette screamed, running behind them.
"I'm not scared of some jock! He can kiss my ass!" PJ exclaimed.
"He will kick your ass! And by kick, I mean he will shove his foot up it!" his brother yelled.
"Guys, please stop fighting." Gradient interrupted. PJ sighed and sat him down at a bench.
"Are you okay?" PJ asked.
"I'm fine, thanks." Gradient mumbled. He got up. "We should get our schedules soon."
The trio walked to the front office, getting their schedules.
Paperjam Queen-Creator:
Per 1: Arts
Per 2: Mathematics
Per 3: Gym
Lunch
Per 4: History
Per 5: Magic
Per 6: Theater Arts
Per 7: Writing
PJ smiled as he read his schedule. Seemed good enough. Too bad he couldn't say no to Gym. He knew Error would give him a hard time, like per usual.
"What did you get?" PJ turned to his brothers, pointing at the schedule in his hand.
"How did you get so much art stuff in your schedule?" Gradient asked, pointing at it.
"What do you mean? Didn't you?" PJ cocked his head.
"I just got Art and Magic, something about me having 'too much potential to do queer things' or something." Gradient shrugged, his shoulders sagging.
"Oh..." PJ looked away. He never had as much potential as his brothers, did he?
"Which I found really stupid because you have more potential than I do." Gradient added. PJ smiled as Gradient rarely used dumb or stupid.
"We better get to orientation. See you guys!" Palette ran off.
"I guess we should get to Art, huh?" PJ smiled, holding out his hand. Gradient smiled and took it and the twins walked to class. When they got there, there were two seats left... a classroom apart.
"Oh stars..." Gradient mumbled as he coward in his hood.
"It'll be okay." Seeing Fresh next to the seat on the right side of the room, PJ sighed, knowing his brother wouldn't survive here. "You go to the left side, I got the right." He mumbled, walking over.
Gradient nodded walked over to the other side of the room. He sat right next to the wall and a cute boy with pale skin and lavender hair with a hint of pink.
"I'm Vux, what's your name?" He smiled, startling Gradient.
"O-o-oh, h-hi..." Gradient looked down awkwardly. Vux had serious gaydar towards Gradient, as did Gradient towards him.
"Good morning, children! I do look forward to helping you express yourselves with art!" Ink smiled as he entered the classroom. Gradient could still remember when Ink had longer hair and let them tie it into a braid. He had cut his hair once more to look more like he did in high school a few years back.
"Why are we here?" Fresh asked. PJ bit his lip, trying not to yell at him.
"It was either here or Sex Ed, that's why." Ink said, snapping his fingers before going back to teaching. He was still sassy as he was when he was young. PJ sighed and rested his head on his desk.
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The Lord of the Library
Fanfiction(Sequel to The King of High School) Paperjam is the son of Error, the gym coach, and Ink, the art teacher, brother of Gradient, the artsy tech nerd of the school, and Palette, the smartest guy on the basketball team. The strongest nerd in the school...
