I just moved to Midwest. My name is Virgil Sanders and today is my first day at North Sky Middle School. I am not excited in the least.
I pack my lunch and backpack. I look in the mirror and decide to touch up my eyeshadow. Is it too extra? Not enough? I don't want to be noticed but I want people to avoid me. I've found that putting on a dark persona is the best way to get anyone's guard up. And if their guard is up, they'll back off and away from me, saving me from social interaction.
I doubt I'll avoid everyone on my first day, though. Teachers seem to think its a good idea to shove me up in front of the class and make me talk about myself. Which is the last thing I want to do. The less people know about me, the better.
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I walk into the cafeteria. All the tables are full. I have nowhere to sit, and I'd rather not eat lunch in the bathroom on my first day. I see two kids at a table. The table is small, it looks like it can only fit four kids, max. No one seems to be around these guys, so I figure they are either really popular or not at all. They gesture for me to sit down.
"Hi, I'm J-Dee. I see you're the new kid?" One says.
He has a bowler hat, bright yellow eyes, and what looks like a burn scar on part of his face. I nod. My guard is up, I've learned not to trust anyone immediatly.
"I'm Remus. Care for a stick?" The other asks me, handing me a bar of deodorant.
I shake my head. Ew. He's wearing a black shirt with a green sword on it. He also has a streak of white in his hair.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Remus observes.
I shake my head again. I don't like talking, especially to new people. But these guys seem ok. My social anxiety will tell me otherwise later.
"Well then, I'm going to call you Anxiety, because you look really anxious," J-Dee says.
I nod. Fine by me. I honestly don't care what these guys call me.
"So, Anx," Remus says, "You're new here. We should warn you,"
I give him a puzzled look as if to say 'about what?'. He understands and they elaborate.
"This school is full of jerks, manipulative liars, and brats. You see those three guys over there?" J-Dee says, pointing to a table with three boys, "They are like a cross between the Heathers and the Plastics,"
Oh great. I hope no one just randomly bursts into song. But I guess it's time to see how accurate the musicals are.
"That tall one is the leader. Think Regina George, but with Chandler's rudeness and power. Can't fall, he's too high for that," Remus says, a bit a venom in his voice.
I wonder what happened to make him hate that guy so much. The one he's referring to is tall, with styled brown hair. He wears a white coat with a red undershirt. His coat looks similar to a letterman's jacket and has a small crown symbol on it.
"His name is Roman Prince. Acts like one too," He says.
"The other two are pretty mindless. That one in the tie is Logan Smith. More similar to Duke, he has almost no personality. But he's probably one of the smartest kids here. He knows everything about everyone, whether you want him to or not," J-Dee continues, "Which makes him like Gretchen Weiners,"
The one he points to, Logan, has slicked-back hair, glasses, and a stern expression on his face. He wears a dress shirt and tie. Probably bends at Roman's will. I'm guessing he's second in command or something.
"The last one is Patton Newland. He's more like Karen Smith, as he's pretty dumb and cheery. But he'd probably do anything for Roman. So you should stay away from them because they're trouble," Remus says.
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How to survive Middle School (Sanders Sides Middle School AU)
Fanfiction[Complete] I do not own Janus/J-Dee, Remus, Virgil, Roman, Logan, or Patton! They all belong to Thomas Sanders. "We call those three the Light Sides," "They're bright but fake and hard," "They play their little mind games," "All around the schoolyar...