A/N: okay this was the very first real story I ever started and that was like a year ago. If there are any real problems tell me.

Chapter One

Zasha flipped her sun-streaked, highlighted, dyed, all natural hair over her shoulder. Since styles, like, change so totally fast, and, like, saying she was wearing one thing, and, like, but she changed; I'd like, have to say, I mean, like, every outfit, that would be, like, whoa, totally, like, I don't know, uncool? (As I was non-valley girl saying) She walked the halls of Eirsland High with her flock of ditzy princess in her wake. She waltzed into the lunchroom, sitting at her table as one of her lackeys made sure it was sanitary,

. The 'losers' were first and foremost named that for not acknowledging the 'Z'. Adrena, Addy, Kowalski and her twin brother Tyrian, Ty, along with the childhood best friend, David Marcheron were outcast for no real reason besides that. David was a normal teenage guy. At 5'11'' with short reddish brown hair and ice blue eyes, his looks were only a little out of the ordinary. The trait he was best known for was a snappy comeback for every insult sent his way. With as much as the Royal Court loved taking jabs that was saying a lot.

When no one could hear many would say Addy was beautiful even stunningly so. She had mid-back length golden hair and winter green eyes, 5'6'', with a dream figure and perfectly tanned unblemished skin she was a sight to behold. Ty was as well, medium brown 1 inch spiked hair, tan, 6'3'', broad shouldered and the strangest eyes around. One dark blue and the other a deep purple, his eyes matched his personality, perfectly sweet and yet mysterious.

"Godzilla in down town Tokyo. Argh.'' David had two fries sticking out of the sides of his mouth and spoke in his best Japanese accent.

"Yes, you can see the resemblance. That look of low intelligence." Moresha Adams quipped up as she passed. She was only popular because she was rich and pretty. David gave a shocked look, which made her think that she had hurt him." l-low intelligence?" He then gave a stupid grin. "Did you guys hear that; she complimented me!!!!" Moresha huffed and stalked away.

"They are so stupid. Like, can David get any dumber?" Moresha whined with a look of disgust on her face. She then moved on to inspect her nails. "Well the same could be said for you. I mean if you can be insulted that easily, maybe you don't deserve to be my friend." Zasha distractedly commented checking her hair in a small portable mirror. Moresha gasped in horror. "Please tell me your just playin'." Zasha gave her a look one gives a confused child. "Moresha, tsk tsk, you can't even tell when I'm playin' or not. "Maybe I'll give you another chance," Moresha gave a sigh of relief. "But not now. Go talk to one of the, oh what's the word, ah, lesser beings. TaTa." Zasha wiggled her fingers in dismissal.

***************************************** Later. History. *****************************************

"Our field trip on Friday is worth a third of your grade, so I believe it's a good assumption all of you will be there? This is an unexpected once in a lifetime chance to see the Gunci Stones. I'll let the guides tell you their history, but I'll tell you their legend. It's said that if you and your true love approach the stones, you will live happily ever after. If you approach and say the words with your true love and you don't know it, you will undergo trials to prove it. If you approach the stones with someone other than your true love you with be cursed with everlasting lonesomeness. Cheesy I know, but there have been many missing people in museums with the Gunci exhibit. Almost all were couples seeing the stones. Of course if you just walk up to them nothing would happen, but the magic word are 'Sol Me Kotalka' and every one of the couple were heard saying that to the stones. Creepy huh."

Mr. Keeblernik was always way too excited when it came to this-and-thats. Gunci Stone, The Mast of Muatua Laei, Umbric Lever, strange name, he knows about it. Zasha was sooo bored. "Mr.K do we have to do a paper afterwards?" one student whined. Bad idea. *Here we go* she thought. "OF COURSE!!! I need to see that you understanding the importance of these artifacts." Looking around Mr.K spoke again, "Does everyone understand? Good."

Then David spoke up, "Mr.K this maybe to challenging an assignment for some. I think we should look into the bottom of our heart and give pity to the ditzes. We should visit the Barbie Museum afterward. Just to assist those struggling students, don't you agree, Zasha?" David smirked. Before she could answer Mr. K cut in. "Well I'll think on it. Now for your groups." Groans were heard throughout the class. He always made the worst groups. "Danielle K., Melissa P., Katie M., David S. Group 1........ Ty and Addy K., David M., Zasha P. Group 6." "What ?!?!?!" Zasha shrieked, " You must be kidding, there's no way I'm working with them." "Oh don't worry the feelings mutual, 'Queen Z'." David sneered. "Class! Now will you explain to me, Zasha, as to why there's a problem?" She smiled, she could still get out. "Sure. Their losers, I'm not, my reputation, my sanity, AND I hate them." David laughed, "As I said, feelings mutual." Mr. K huffed, "David, If you please!!! Now Mrs. Pennington I'm afraid I can't fix your problem and you'll just have to make the best of it." Then the bell rang.

******************************************* Friday, The Museum *******************************************

Hannah, Stephanie, Camomille, and Brittinai comforted Zasha, "It's only for a few hours, you can do it." "Yeah, I mean, like, we've ignored them for years" "Ya know. I bet that if you put on the innocent look and act real sweet, you could get Ty to do the assignment." "Totally. He's such a sucker."

"Class, you now need to split into your groups. Your paper is to be about your views on the Gunci Stones. I will be able to tell who coped or had someone else write it. Ok?" Everyone nodded. "First talk among your group to share what you think the Gunci Stones look like." Mr. K then went to speak to a museum worker.