Author: Crash Dummy PM
Citrus O'Brien wasn't sure what it was she'd experience with her new life in Gotham, but super villains, superheroes and other collections of oddities weren't on her list. Neither was having the greatest time of her life while encountered at Gotham High. This is a collection of stories from my OC's point of view during her time in Gotham. This is not set in one particular universe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Crime - Chapters: 15 - Words: 81,893 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 05-16-13 - Published: 12-26-12 - id: 3086303
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A Fanfiction Story
Originally there was an idea to make a Batman TV series, except in High School. It was to be called Gotham High and it would've featured Batman heroes and villains in high school. This TV show was cancelled before it was even distributed. Admittedly, the idea of Batman and all of the heroes and villains in high school is utterly ridiculous, but it is fun to write about.
In this story I introduce a girl named Citrus O'Brien to Gotham High. She's recently moved to Gotham and is trapped in a spiral of teenage sociopathic drama. She's been bullied in the past, her mom died, and her dad is a cop working for Commissioner Gordon. She aspires to become a private detective and analyzes many characters in this universe. Later on, there's rumors of a masked vigilante in the school, breaking gang fights and trying to protect people. Should Citrus investigate? And what's with all the crushes on this guy? Not even Citrus understands.
Warnings or Notes
1. Watch details or events carefully (especially in this chapter). They will affect future stories.
2. I am not an extreme fan of the Batman universe and I may not always get my facts correct. I use ideas from comics, media, or other references from the DC universe as jokes or in plot points. This does not mean I own any of those ideas or references. These ideas and references may also be slightly altered to fit my story.
3. This could be considered a song fiction since I will have links to songs that I feel fit the chapters or characters. I do not own these songs or lyrics.
4. If Citrus seems to be like a Mary Sue, I apologize. I have tried to make her somewhat realistic and flawed so that she is not.
5. I will listen to ideas about arcs through reviews or messaging.
6. This is my own universe of Batman and other DC character and not from any specific continuity. However, I do not own Gotham High, or any of the DC characters. Do not sue please.
Please, this is my first fan fiction and I hope that it will be fun and successful. I enjoy some criticism, but not enough to make me cry. Please enjoy at your leisure.
First Day Blues
"Dad, why are we moving to Gotham again?" Citrus whispered nervously and angrily as they walked down the hall to the principal's office. Eyes followed them with every step.
Her dad shook his red head, sighing, " I was transferred here, remember? And with your mom dying in the crash, I figured we might need to take a break from everything for a while."
Thank goodness her dad wasn't wearing his badge, then they'd get a lot more stares. It was awkward enough just walking down the hall with eyes following her. While it was a relief to leave what was once her home, but Gotham High was notorious for its violence, gangs, and low test scores. Other than that, she was sure this was just an excuse for him to make her get friends. At her last school, things were hard enough with friends. At least there, she knewhow thing worked, here was a mystery.
Her dad went inside the principal's office and a redheaded girl sat next to Citrus. The girl wore a black turtle neck and a gray, ruffled skirt.
"Hi, I'm Barbara Gordon. Welcome to Gotham High," redhead smiled.
Citrus flushed and stammered , "Would your dad happen to be Commissioner Gordon? As in my dad's boss? Please don't fire him, I'll carry your books or help you do your homework if you want!"
Citrus clapped her hands over her mouth as Barbara stared.
Crud, now she knows my dad is employed under hers. I am so dead if she's like my last dad's boss's kids.
"Why would it matter if your father works for mine? Why would he be fired? And you don't have to do that kind of stuff," Barbara said worriedly.
Citrus chuckled nervously, "Sorry, at my last school I attended the same school of my dad's boss's kid, and... Well, he was one of those pretty, rich types of guys. The kind with a lot of social power, so he often threatened that he'd get my dad fired if I didn't do what he said."
Why am I telling her this? She seems easy to talk to, but she could be one of those types that are nice at first, and then they stab you in the back! What am I thinking?!
Barbara looked sadly at her, " Ok, there are bad kids like that in our school, but there are good kids as well. You've just got to let them know who you really are."
Citrus smiled, "You remind me of my mom, she always believed in looking for the best in people. Sorry, I'm a bit of a blabbermouth, and also apparently a total jerk for judging so quickly. You can call me 'Jerk of the year' if you want, but my real name is Citrus O'Brien."
Barbara smiled even wider, "I'll call you Citrus and you can call me Babs. Out of curiosity, why are you called Citrus?"
Citrus laughed, "You know how pregnant women have cravings? Guess what my mom craved."
They both laughed. Citrus's dad stepped out of the office and smiled sadly at his daughter.
"See you later honey, and tell me about school later."
"Bye dad, and don't worry. I think I just made a new friend," Citrus smiled at Babs and Babs smiled back.
Her dad smiled brightly and hugged her before heading off to work. The school bell rang and Babs grabbed Citrus's schedule.
"Okay, your first period is ... Forensic science?"
"Yeah, I want to be a detective, like my mom was."
"What's with all the past tense about your mom?" Babs asked before flushing, as if she caught the gist of it. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
Citrus sweat dropped, "Please forget about the mother thing. I miss her, but she's here in my heart. The more people worry over it, the worse it feels. I'm not going to be melodramatic about it so don't worry about it. So, which way do we go?"
The campus was big and worked like an overcrowded city. Citrus struggled to stick with Babs and when they reached the classroom through the sea of people, they were gasping for air.
"Oooh, new meat!" a shrill, girly voice rang. Citrus looked up from panting and saw a blonde with pigtails. One pigtail was dyed red at the tips and the other black. Through her thick mascara, which reminded Citrus of a mask, she saw the girl had twinkling, cold blue eyes full of humor. There was something weird about them, an intelligence that challenged most. "Whadya think Mistah J?" she said with a Jersey accent.
The blonde was looking at a boy with extremely pale skin, blood red lips, and combed green hair. He reminded Citrus of one of those really scary clowns at a circus. There was something way off about him, but something childish as well.
"I think it's time to get the stink bomb Harley," Mistah J smiled evilly. His voice reminded Citrus of steel rubbing on gravel, rough.
Harley smiled widely, "Now you're gonna get it toots."
The teacher walked in at that moment and yelled, "In your seats everyone! Junior Oker, that includes you. And no more stink bombs."
Mistah J frowned, "They spoil all the fun."
The teacher wore a nametag, Kirk Langstrom. The teacher noticed Citrus and asked for her schedule. After confirming who she was, he told her to sit next to a kid named Jonathan Crane. Jonathan was a thin person, and grim like a scarecrow. He was drawing possible chemical reactions in notebook, some of the chemicals she could recognize, like capsaicin or salvia divinorum, others were a mystery. Weird, salvia divinorum or seer's sage induces hallucinations. He's not planning to use that to get high, is he?
Professor Langstrom began lecturing about how bats would survive anything that humans couldn't. Citrus felt like she wasn't learning anything new, and that everyone was over obsessive about something here. Ok, it was okay to have some obsessions, but not to the point where it might make others wonder if you were dropped on your head several times as a baby.
Citrus glanced over to Jonathan's paper again, "Hey Jonathan, what are you making?"
He looked surprised than angry, " The name's Scarecrow newbie. Everybody here goes by other names. I'm Scarecrow, the clowns are Joker and Harley Quinn. And I doubt you even know what chemical's are being used. "
Citrus narrowed her eyebrows, " I may be blonde, but I'm smarter than I look. Salvia divinorum is used to create hallucinations and can be extremely dangerous . I could tattle like a brat, but I want to know why you're using it."
Scarecrow looked frightened for a second, then incredibly smug, "Okay, maybe you know a few things. I'm making a gas that will induce hallucinations about people's worst fears. I'm making it for the government to make loads of cash but if you tattle, I may consider using it on you."
Citrus hesitated, an error on her part, "I'm not fond of that kind of tactic, but as long as that's what you're doing with it, without test subjects hopefully, then I won't bother you about it. If I catch you using it for another reason, well, let's agree to disagree on that method."
Scarecrow glared," Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm warning you against a possible danger asides from myself. Therefore, not a threat."
Scarecrow went back to his calculations, but not before glaring at Citrus. "All you people are the same, but you'll see. You'll all see."
Citrus felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a chill went down her spine. Something was off with that kid. Heck, there seemed to be something off about everyone. It unnerved her, but she reminded herself to keep an open mind. There's something unusual about everyone, this school just takes it to a new level.
The period ended and Citrus and Babs looked over her schedule.
"Crud, we only share this period and lunch together. Maybe I can convince the teachers to let me help you around at the very least," Babs offered, but Citrus shook her head.
"Babs, no offense, but I have gone to school before and I think I'm starting to get the hang of it. I can last for two periods without you before lunch, and three periods after. Although if you don't see me at lunch, please do look around."
Babs laughed nervously, "You sure?"
"Yes. I'll probably regret saying this later, but how hard can it be?"
Babs face paled for a moment, "See you later, I guess. Good luck."
Citrus smiled and waved goodbye. At least she made one friend here, hopefully.
Her next class was PE. Now why on Earth would Citrus voluntarily go there of all places with her past? Easy, she had to stay fit and practice the physical applications in her future job.
Citrus got her locker number from Mr. Lawrence Crock, a PE coach with a fetish for all things sporty.
Citrus walked towards her locker and noticed her three locker mates. Harley was one of them, another girl was a red-head and had almost green skin. The last had nails like claws and animal prints clothes, she reminded Citrus of a cat.
The girls glared at Citrus as she opened her locker and dressed into her uniform. Why were they so cranky? Was it that time of the month for them?
A very girlish scream ripped through the air and it was coming from... the boys' locker room?
"Eeeeeek! A bat! Kill it! Kill it!"
Citrus raced to the room while keeping her eyes down. She knew what male parts were supposed to look like, but that didn't mean she wanted to ogle them. Citrus ignored the shrieks of terror coming from the boys who noticed she was there and focused on the ones coming from the guys scared of bats.
A kid with really scaly skin, sharp teeth, and shorts , thank goodness, was raising a metal bat to hit a little baby brown bat trying to crawl away on the floor.
Citrus raced over and took the blow instead to her ribs. She grunted as she stood up and guys around her gasped. She reached down and carefully picked up the little bat, making sure not to get near its face.
The little bat squealed with a sound that was a mix between anger and terror. Citrus slowly walked out of the locker room, careful not to let the bat escape and making sure it wouldn't be able to bite her. If it did, it would have to be put down, or it could have rabies and kill her.
Outside the locker room stood Professor Langstrom, Coach Crock, and her three locker mates. Crock gave her a lecture about entering the boys' locker room and Langstrom insisted that she fork over the bat.
"Keep in mind, it didn't bite anyone. So please don't put it down."
"Don't worry, I'd never harm a bat. They're the next step in evolution you know," Langstrom explained as he put the bat into a cage with... velvet lining? He stared at it lovingly, mesmerized.
"Oh please Langstrom, you're married. So quit being in love with bats, they're so creepy. If anybody should love anything, it should be sports. I'm the master of all sports. Now wench, get your butt onto that field before I give you detention."
Citrus ran to her locker to grab her sneakers, but realized to her dismay that they, along with her regular outfit, had been stolen.
"Terrific, it's my first day and this happens already," she murmured. Well, she had better get to the field before the Sportsmaster throws a tantrum.
Citrus saw that a whole lot of guys on the field were lifting weights or running the field. The girls were either sitting around or walking. Citrus shivered a little. It was freezing out and the ground even had some ice. Great... and she was out here in her socks. The boys and Crock began to fill the running track with hurdles, tires and cones.
"Okay everybody, for extra credit we have an obstacle course. Anybody who can beat the record in timed racing gets credit for the day," Citrus stepped forward and the guys around her laughed.
"This girl's crazy boys. Charging into the boys locker room, handling a bat, and now attempting to race an obstacle course in her socks? I knew girls were stupid, but not that stupid. Give it up girly, there's no way you can win," Crock laughed maliciously.
Citrus knew he was sadistic and trying to make her cry. She had enough of that kind of thing, so she decided to be gutsy. She smiled and tugged off her socks. The coach widened his eyes in surprise.
"Your funeral. Don't expect that I'll let you go to the nurse if you get hurt. Ready, get set, go!"
He blew a whistle and Citrus ran as fast as she could. One thing her mom and dad had taught her was how to survive and thrive in these situations. Whether it depended on chasing down crooks or running for your life, it didn't matter. Citrus knew what she wanted in life and no one would tell her no simply because she couldn't complete an obstacle course.
Citrus tripped and scraped her knee. She bit her lip, got up, and continued. The boy who had a baseball bat ran up next to her and shoved into her ribs. Citrus bit her lip even harder to keep herself from crying out. The guy had the strength of an alligator or crocodile. Another guy who looked Hispanic with huge muscles tried to have a go at her. She jumped another hurdle and avoided both shoves by cartwheeling.
She was no acrobat, but knowing how to do at least that helped a little. The boy flew past her sideways and fell onto the ground with a thud. There was the finish line, only a few feet ahead of her. Citrus pushed herself and her lungs burned. She ran past the finish line and bent over, gasping for air.
After a moment, she noticed everything was quiet. Citrus looked up and saw that the whole PE class was staring at her. Despite the pain from breathing hard against her ribs, she knew she shouldn't show weakness and stood up tall.
"Your feet," Harley murmured quietly.
Citrus looked down and was relieved her feet were numb from the cold. They were bleeding a little from scrapes and bruises. It wasn't terrible, but it'd hurt in the morning. She met Coach Crocker shocked eyes.
"What... was ... my time?" she asked between breaths.
He looked at his watch and smirked evilly, " You were ten seconds after the record. Sorry sweetie, but it's like I've said again and again. Women are no good for anything except staying at home and pleasing their men."
Citrus wanted to punch the smug look on his face. No, if she did they'd call her dad and he was worried with too much already.
"C'mon ladies, we've got work to do!" he said gleefully.
Some people looked at her with pity, and they continued on their way. Citrus took a moment to breathe before picking up her socks. She didn't know the Sportsmaster's parentage, but she called him a bastard in her head and it felt good.
Citrus was panting by the time she got back to her locker, so much that she started to lose her vision. Somebody caught her by the middle and helped her sit down.
"Easy tiger, you've been through a lot today," it was the girl with the claws. "By the way, I'm Selina. Green is Poison Ivy and you've already met Harley."
The other two waved and Harley handed Citrus a water bottle. Citrus sniffed it and then chugged it down greedily.
"Thirsty, aren't you," Ivy said as she took out an aloe plant from her locker.
Citrus panicked, "Don't let it get near me!"
"What? Do you have botanophobia?" Ivy asked.
"Batawha?" Harley asked.
"Fear of plants," Citrus clarified. "No, I don't fear plants. I fear killing them. Any plant that has ever been around me somehow dies."
Ivy took a step back and took a piece of the aloe off before putting the plant back in her locker. The she gave the aloe to Citrus.
"Thanks for the warning, I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to my babies. Anyway, this will help your feet."
"I know, it's aloe, right?" Citrus questioned.
"Thanks, but why are you guys helping me? It seemed like you hated me earlier."
Harley shrugged, " It's tradition to pick on the newbies. But it's kind of nice that you stood up to that jerk. Too bad you didn't beat the record."
"She would've if it weren't for Killer Croc or Bane, " Selena sneered.
Citrus almost gagged on her water, " Bane? Killer Croc?"
"Yeah, he probably hasn't killed anyone though, yet."
Citrus gulped and then regained her composure, "Okaaay. Thanks by the way."
" You didn't get it from us," Harley said.
Citrus got the message and chugged some more water. Next thing she knew, her sneakers and clothes were in her face. Citrus looked up at Harley.
Harley glared down at her, her eyes repeating the message. Citrus nodded and grabbed her clothes before they could change their minds.
" Hey, why'd you help that rodent with wings?" Selena asked.
Citrus flushed, "I've, got a bit of a weakness for anything fuzzy and cute. Don't you dare laugh."
Selena smiled, "Wouldn't dream of it, you're not the only one with that kind of weakness. Mine is for cats. And if anybody calls me a crazy cat lady for it, well, " she flexed her claws, "I'd have to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget."
"Hey Lemons, if you need help, just call us. Oh, and we're the Gotham Sirens for short," Harley giggled.
"Lemons?" Citrus asked as the bell rang. She didn't get an answer.
Next up was Music. No, the schedule didn't clarify. Not music theory, or band or anything like that. It was simply Music.
The theater had kids seated in chairs on the stage where they were tuning their instruments or warming up somehow. The class seemed to be a mixture of all groups. Choir, orchestra, band, it was all a blend.
The teacher liked to call himself, The Fiddler. Well, at least he didn't call himself a master like some teachers with a superiority complex.
"Now, my young pupil, let's see what your talent is," he said with a smile. Maybe this teacher wasn't so bad?
It turned out that his patience ran out quickly. Citrus tied out dozens of instruments, and she sucked at playing every single one. Oh, and when she tried to sing, she sounded like a kookaburra.
"Go to the corner until I figure out what to do with you!" the teacher grumbled.
In the back, two redheaded boys were fighting. One was wearing a green jacket with question marks and the other had big glasses with...music notes on them.
Citrus got out her CD player and plugged in her headphones, trying to ignore them. A favorite song of hers started playing. Admittedly, even she was confused at her favorite songs. Some were from Disney, and others from people like Adam Lambert. Sadly, this song came from a well known and infamous band, Nickelback. The song was "If Everyone Cared". What a laugh, it was Gotham wasn't it? Asides from that, she knew people who wouldn't care.
She started humming to it. Her eyes closed. The song made her see images of her past. Her mom, dad, Babs, Joker, Scarecrow, Killer Croc, Harley, Ivy, Selena...
She allowed one tear to fall. She would make it. This was one day of many and she knew her mission. She wasn't going to give up. The song finished and Citrus heard clapping.
She stood up and realized the entire class was smiling at her, and that she had been singing the song. Citrus flushed madly with embarrassment.
"Beautiful. Magnifique! Sing again, that was a wonderful voice!" Fiddler said euphorically with a tear streaming down his cheek like some kind of anime character.
Citrus felt frozen as a statue. She tried to sing, but her voice now sounded worse than chalk scraping a chalkboard. People even covered their ears and the teacher looked at her, confused.
Then, his face lit up like New Year's Eve, " I see, you have stage fright, correct? And when you are afraid, you perform horribly."
Citrus flinched a little but wrinkled her nose. As far as she was concerned, she always sounded bad. Why would people ever say she sounded beautiful?
" I shall train you so that you will no longer have stage fright. Meanwhile, you shall practice with some of my best students. Edward, my Music Meister, introduce yourselves to the young lady," the teacher clapped.
Citrus found herself facing the two redheaded boys. They looked related somehow.
" Riddle de diddle," Edward said. He had a British accent. "I'm Edward Nygma, but call me Riddler. This chap is my very distant idiotic relative who refuses to state his real name."
"Call me Music Meister," the distant relative said as he shook her hand. He had an enormous gap between his teeth.
Somehow they both seemed to be charming.
She faced Riddler, "You don't seem like the type intrigued by music. So why are you here?"
"Aah my little blond friend, that is not much of a puzzle. The school staff figured that I should be close to him so they can keep track of us. I was stuck in here."
Citrus resented how people treated her differently for being a blond, but she'd put up with it for now.
"You really seem to like puzzles, can I try one?"
Music Meister looked worried, but Riddler smiled an oh-so-not charming smile.
"Very well, I have billions of eyes yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears yet only four lobes. I have no muscles, yet I move two hemispheres. What am I?"
Citrus smiled since the answer was obvious, "The human brain of course."
The Riddler's eyes widened and she continued, " The brain is made up of two hemispheres. There are four lobes. It is composed of mostly fat, it has no eyes and yet it can see, and although it has no ears, it can hear."
The Riddler stuttered, "You're... the first one to solve that."
"Thank you. Maybe you can solve something for me since I don't know the answer to it," Riddler leaned forward a little to hear, intrigued. "Why does the teacher say I have a beautiful voice? Every time I've heard my voice, it sounds like an exotic bird squawking in terror. "
Riddler and Music Meister smiled at her. Meister was the first to respond.
"Believe it or not, you have a gift. Even I, the greatest musician and singer to ever live though it was lovely. Eventually, once you gain the courage, I hope that we can perform a duet."
Citrus flushed and stammered, "That's very thoughtful of you, but I..."
"A warning little puzzle solver, we will teach you to no longer fear the stage or the audience by putting you through some terrifying experiences. After all, I owe you for solving my puzzle," Edward said darkly.
Damn, if it weren't for that British accent, that statement would have made her think a little more clearly on the meaning behind it. Why did girls always feel strange around people with foreign accents? They were attracted to it, or it disturbed them. Why couldn't it be the latter for Citrus?
The cafeteria was the same wherever Citrus went. There was a table for every social group, and Citrus didn't belong to a single one. Babs sat at one table and looked like she was having a good time. It'd be better not to bother her.
Thank goodness this high school had an area to eat outside. While it was freezing to the point where her face was numb, the cold was oddly comforting. Across the way, a bald kid wearing a t-shirt, and shorts with red glasses was cuddling with a girl he was obviously in love with.
Admittedly, Citrus wanted that kind of love, but she'd rather wait till she was out of high school to start dating. Asides from the kids at this school being a little too psychopathic for her, she didn't want to kiss a sweaty or pimply kid that she'd fall in love with, only to find out when they grew up that he did drugs or something far worse. Besides, love would only be an unnecessary distraction from her goal.
She sat beneath a large oak filled with birds of all species. Odd, wouldn't they had flown to warmer areas by now? As she unwrapped a sandwich, Citrus could almost swear somebody was watching her. She looked and figured it was only the birds eyeing her food so she gave them some.
She was about to take a bite when something thudded at her feet. She jumped, dropped the sandwich, and almost screamed until she realized that it was a short and squat little boy with a rather large beak-like nose. An umbrella lay next to him and he was patting dirt off of himself while muttering apologies. His voice was a bit like a bird's, chittering away. She picked up his umbrella and handed it to him.
"You okay?" she asked.
He snatched at the parasol, "None of your beeswax. Oh, sorry I ah, thought you were somebody else."
The way he straightened himself out reminded her of a penguin. It was kind of adorable.
She saw a notebook on the ground filled with pictures of birds and she handed it to him, "Are you a bird-watcher?"
"Indeed, I find them quite exquisite. Um, how about you?"
Honestly, she was more of a fan of little furry animals, but she liked some birds too. Hopefully he wasn't obsessive over animals like Langstrom.
"I think some species are very nice. I have to be honest though, I don't watch birds. Your drawings are fantastic though."
They really were. The drawings were lifelike. Some of the even looked like they were breathing or full of life. He must really love birds if he draws them like that.
" Oh um, thank you. Too bad about your sandwich, I think I stepped on it."
Citrus tried to appear nonchalant, but that really was the only food she really had for today. She didn't want to bother her dad for more. A fishy, literally fishy, salty smell filled the air.
"Would you like some sardines? I really am sorry about about your lunch," he said as he held up a can of the stinky fish.
Citrus didn't want to be rude, "Thanks but, I'm okay. Besides, my feet are about to freeze off. I better go inside. Oh, I'm Citrus O'Brien by the way. What's your name?"
" I'm Oswald Cobblepot, of the famous and wealthy Cobblepot family. Pleased to make your acquaintance Ms. O'Brien. I hope we meet again for I find your company quite, pleasing."
He acted like a gentleman and she even pretended to curtsy, although she had no skirt. Like many students at Gotham High, there was something eerie about him. Citrus felt a flash of fear since she found out he was somebody of wealth and great social power, but she calmed herself down. He didn't have blue eyes or dark hair like her former bully and Oswald seemed nice. She didn't know what'd she do if she ran into somebody like her ex-bully.
The next few classes didn't seem too unusual compared to the hours before. She met no new students, but she did meet some new teachers. Professor Strange was her psychology teacher, her arts teacher was nicknamed "The Crazy Quilt" for his fashion sense, and her government teacher Professor Joe Coyne, was obsessed with pennies.
So far, Citrus felt like she made a few enemies, but she had hopefully made some new friends as well. However, today was almost like a paradise since no one like her ex-bully was there. Citrus began to write in her diary and decided that maybe Gotham High wouldn't be so bad after all.
Crash Dummy here, I hope people like the first chapter of the story. I cut down the last three periods since nothing too significant happened but I hope people noticed the teacher's names. They will come up later.
Sorry that the Dark Knight hasn't appeared yet, but I hope people will figure out that I'm saving him for a special occasion. Citrus, like all main characters, seem to have a painful time, don't they? Anyway, thank you for taking the time to view this and I hope to update within 1-2 weeks. I will always make an attempt to update stories on Saturdays and I apologize for any future inconveniences if I miss a deadline. Please review and be honest with how you feel with hopefully "constructive" criticism.
My song for this series can be High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup ( watch?v=jrxI_euTX4A) or Photograph by Nickelback ( watch?v=T3rXdeOvhNE).
My song for this chapter is If Everyone Cared by Nickelback ( watch?v=-IUSZyjiYuY).