Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ High School Hell ❯ No Worse Than This ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Arielchan 
The introduction and the first two class periods.
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The introduction and the first two class periods.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.12.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 956 | Visits: 608 | Status: Work In Progress
This story was originally written in 2000, my freshman year of high school. Due to its mass
popularity both online and with my friends, it is being revised and re-posted, though it will not be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own the gundam pilots. Nakia, Desiree, Kaori, Mara, and all other original characters, however, belong to me.
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High School Hell
By: Ariel-chan
Part 1/?
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Heero Yuy looked around him at the little office with disdain clearly visible on
his face. The 'office' was located in a double-wide trailer. Of all the schools they had
been asigned to infiltrate, this one was the crappiest.
The irony was in the school's motto: 'Nest Haven High School. It doesn't get any
better than this.' He'd already heard one student mutter 'At least it can't get any *worse* than
this.' under her breath, and he was already inclined to agree.
Incidently, he and all the other pilots had been asigned the same first period course. They
called it "Communication Applications," but when he'd shown their schedules to his guide,
the boy had had another name for it. They called it Speech.
That really irked him. They were throwing them in a class with a bunch of half-wits who couldn't
talk right just because they used to live in another country. Franly, that sucked.
Upon arriveing in the room, however, he discovered that the only person in the room who really
had trouble speaking English was the teacher. The old man sat behind his desk like a lump of dough and muttered the book assignments in a thick country accent.
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Duo Maxwell was really confused. Normally, by now he would have been surrounded by
other students who were trying to get to know the new kid, but no one had spoken to him
or any of the other pilots all through first period.
He compared schedules with the other pilots. English I-Room E-21-Coach
Coffey. Wufei's schedule read the same. Trowa had Band and Quatre had Keyboarding. Duo nearly choked when he saw Heero's next class. "ROTC ? Shit, Heero, don't you get enough of that in everyday life?"
Heero glared at him. "I cannot allow myself to get out of practice. There is no
telling how long we will be here."
Duo shrugged and grinned at him. "Whatever, man. C'mon, Wuffie. We need to get to
class."
The next class seemed simple enough. The teacher was actually pretty cool. She was really the girls' basketball coach, but she made a pretty wicked English teacher.
Halfway through class, the girl next to him leaned over. She had short hair of no
particular color. It had probably been dyed several times in several different shades,
leaving it an odd cross of golden blonde, light brown, and red. "Hey," she whispered. "Where're you from?"
He blinked at her. "England. Y'know, you're the first person to talk to me today. Is
this a school for mutes or something?"
She grinned at him. "Naw. I'm not suprised, though. By High School everyone waits a
few days before the preps approach them."
He recognized the unfamiliar term in her vocabulary and pounced on it."Preps? Is
that some sort of gang?"
Her smile grew wider, and he noticed that she seemed to have some preoccupation
with bareing her teeth like a predator. "The preps are a social circle. There's three social
circles here in Nest Haven: preps, skaters, and ...whatever."
Duo was still confused, so she elaborated. "Preps are rich suck-ups. They also tend
to be guys and girls who are particularlly sought after by the opposite gender, though I have no idea why. Skaters tend to wear a lot of black and listen to hard rock. They don't necessarily have to skate, but most of them do or have."
He was begining to understand. " And ...whatever? "
"There's no real name for people like me. We don't have the same intrests as the preps, so we aren't part of that group. Most of us are pretty smart, and we tend to have things in
common with skaters. We are socially inferior. Not anti-social, just different. We have more control over the school than the preps, but they are higher on the ladder than we are. Normally, preps get first call at any new students. I'm sticking my neck out by talking to you." Her teeth faded away as she tried to look more welcomeing than ferocious. "You look like our type."
Wufei decided that the girl seemed to be a well of information, so he entered the conversation.
"I am Chang Wufei. My associate is Duo Maxwell. You are....?"
The girl seemed to be a bit challenged by Wufei's attitude, and began to bare her teeth again.
"I'm Nakia Louis. Pleased to meet you." Nakia seemed to notice several students packing their
backpacks. "The bell's about to ring. What do you have next?" She examined the scedules they
handed her, then gave them back. "Duo, you have PE in the gym. That's easy to find. Wufei, you
have the same class as me." She snickered.
Wufei glared at her. "What's so funny?"
At that moment,the 'bell' rang. Actually, it buzzed, but no one seemed to care.
Duo skipped off to his course after being informed by Nakia that he should be on the look-out for her friend Desiree in that class. Wufei followed her to their class, persistantly asking her why his schedule was so amusing to her.
When they came to the class, she spun around to face him. "Welcome to Ms. Jackson's class, Wufei."
She opened the door, and he looked in. The room was full of about thirty girls, some of which were in their underwear. Nakia broke into laughter, but Wufei just stared in horror.
popularity both online and with my friends, it is being revised and re-posted, though it will not be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own the gundam pilots. Nakia, Desiree, Kaori, Mara, and all other original characters, however, belong to me.
------
High School Hell
By: Ariel-chan
Part 1/?
------
Heero Yuy looked around him at the little office with disdain clearly visible on
his face. The 'office' was located in a double-wide trailer. Of all the schools they had
been asigned to infiltrate, this one was the crappiest.
The irony was in the school's motto: 'Nest Haven High School. It doesn't get any
better than this.' He'd already heard one student mutter 'At least it can't get any *worse* than
this.' under her breath, and he was already inclined to agree.
Incidently, he and all the other pilots had been asigned the same first period course. They
called it "Communication Applications," but when he'd shown their schedules to his guide,
the boy had had another name for it. They called it Speech.
That really irked him. They were throwing them in a class with a bunch of half-wits who couldn't
talk right just because they used to live in another country. Franly, that sucked.
Upon arriveing in the room, however, he discovered that the only person in the room who really
had trouble speaking English was the teacher. The old man sat behind his desk like a lump of dough and muttered the book assignments in a thick country accent.
~~~~
Duo Maxwell was really confused. Normally, by now he would have been surrounded by
other students who were trying to get to know the new kid, but no one had spoken to him
or any of the other pilots all through first period.
He compared schedules with the other pilots. English I-Room E-21-Coach
Coffey. Wufei's schedule read the same. Trowa had Band and Quatre had Keyboarding. Duo nearly choked when he saw Heero's next class. "ROTC ? Shit, Heero, don't you get enough of that in everyday life?"
Heero glared at him. "I cannot allow myself to get out of practice. There is no
telling how long we will be here."
Duo shrugged and grinned at him. "Whatever, man. C'mon, Wuffie. We need to get to
class."
The next class seemed simple enough. The teacher was actually pretty cool. She was really the girls' basketball coach, but she made a pretty wicked English teacher.
Halfway through class, the girl next to him leaned over. She had short hair of no
particular color. It had probably been dyed several times in several different shades,
leaving it an odd cross of golden blonde, light brown, and red. "Hey," she whispered. "Where're you from?"
He blinked at her. "England. Y'know, you're the first person to talk to me today. Is
this a school for mutes or something?"
She grinned at him. "Naw. I'm not suprised, though. By High School everyone waits a
few days before the preps approach them."
He recognized the unfamiliar term in her vocabulary and pounced on it."Preps? Is
that some sort of gang?"
Her smile grew wider, and he noticed that she seemed to have some preoccupation
with bareing her teeth like a predator. "The preps are a social circle. There's three social
circles here in Nest Haven: preps, skaters, and ...whatever."
Duo was still confused, so she elaborated. "Preps are rich suck-ups. They also tend
to be guys and girls who are particularlly sought after by the opposite gender, though I have no idea why. Skaters tend to wear a lot of black and listen to hard rock. They don't necessarily have to skate, but most of them do or have."
He was begining to understand. " And ...whatever? "
"There's no real name for people like me. We don't have the same intrests as the preps, so we aren't part of that group. Most of us are pretty smart, and we tend to have things in
common with skaters. We are socially inferior. Not anti-social, just different. We have more control over the school than the preps, but they are higher on the ladder than we are. Normally, preps get first call at any new students. I'm sticking my neck out by talking to you." Her teeth faded away as she tried to look more welcomeing than ferocious. "You look like our type."
Wufei decided that the girl seemed to be a well of information, so he entered the conversation.
"I am Chang Wufei. My associate is Duo Maxwell. You are....?"
The girl seemed to be a bit challenged by Wufei's attitude, and began to bare her teeth again.
"I'm Nakia Louis. Pleased to meet you." Nakia seemed to notice several students packing their
backpacks. "The bell's about to ring. What do you have next?" She examined the scedules they
handed her, then gave them back. "Duo, you have PE in the gym. That's easy to find. Wufei, you
have the same class as me." She snickered.
Wufei glared at her. "What's so funny?"
At that moment,the 'bell' rang. Actually, it buzzed, but no one seemed to care.
Duo skipped off to his course after being informed by Nakia that he should be on the look-out for her friend Desiree in that class. Wufei followed her to their class, persistantly asking her why his schedule was so amusing to her.
When they came to the class, she spun around to face him. "Welcome to Ms. Jackson's class, Wufei."
She opened the door, and he looked in. The room was full of about thirty girls, some of which were in their underwear. Nakia broke into laughter, but Wufei just stared in horror.