Hi there! i'm new on here, and i decided to write up a story! it's also the first fiction that i've put up on the net! i'll really appreciated it if you guys would leave me a review and let me know how i'm doing. this didn't go through a beta, so forgive me for any mistakes, and just let me know about it in a review. now on to the show!!!

"Darling! It's time to get up!"

I grabbed my blanket and pulled it over my head, just trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. I was up all night because my family insisted on throwing me a finally-got-into-private-school party. Guh, my eyes can't even open, they're so heavy.

"Sweetie, you need to get up or you'll be late for your first day."

The voice was closer, but it didn't make me move at all. Seriously, did Joyce really think that I was going to get up that easily?

"Well, if you're not going to get up like a good boy, then I'll just have to send Darlene up."

I blanched just thinking about the incarnation of evil known as Darlene. Before I could even attempt to jump out of bed and run for my life, I felt two hundred and thirty pounds land right on top of me.

"Arrrghhh! Get off, you're crushing me!!!"

"Not so fast, honey. You got me all up here ta wake you up, so now you're gonna pay the price!"

"No, please don- ah ha ha ha!"

Strong fingers dug into my sensitive ribs, running up and down them like I was some kind of human instrument. How ironic that sound was coming out of my mouth in a symphony of giggles and helpless screams. I never even noticed that Joyce had left me alone to my fate.

"Darlene, no! Ha ha ha, p-please, stop!"

It was fruitless to try to fight off my attacker but I tried. Unfortunately, with my arms pinned under me, the only thing I could do was flop around like a dying fish in the hopes that Darlene would be knocked off. Yeah right, two hundred and thirty pounds being thrown off by a measly one hundred and twenty…

"Now now, boys, there are people still sleeping at this hour," a sweet voice sang over our loudness.

Darlene stopped his torture of me and I laid under him panting for some necessary air. Damn, he really is ruthless.

"Aww, c'mon, Baby! It's the boy's first day of school, and I can't let 'im go without a good wake-up call!"

"Shush, you're still too loud. Are you ok there, Caden?"

I looked over at the slender form of Baby as he watched us from the doorway. His long blond hair was still in its curlers and he was wearing his favorite pink bathrobe with the pink fur lining.

"C'mon, I haven't even put my make-up on and you two are rolling around in bed like a bunch of anacondas."

"Tch, I got ma make-up on already," grumbled Darlene.

His lean muscles twitched a little in agitation at having been stopped from killing me, but it was barely noticeable. Still panting a bit, I noticed that indeed, he already had make-up on his dark chocolate face.

"Do you have a date so early in the morning, Darlene?" I asked curiously.

"'Course I do! It's called going out for breakfast, haven't you eva heard of it?"

A yawn stifled my response and Baby laughed. He petted down the fur lining and leaned against the doorway.

"Come on, Caden. You have a long day ahead, and you need to get ready."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I mumbled. I didn't want to sound too hopeful, but I needed to know. "Um, is my mom-?"

"Sorry, love, but she's already gone."

I looked away and tried not to look too disappointed, but they noticed anyway, like they always did.

"Hey, I'ma gonna make some eggs and shit, so come down hungry," Darlene muttered before he jumped off my bed and headed downstairs.

Baby came over to me and gave me a tight hug. I shook my head and sighed into that comfortable softness.

"I don't care, really. She has work to do, and my going to school isn't that big of a deal…"

"Don't fret, love, she really does love you. She's just got a lot on her mind right now. Besides, all of us will be enough embarrassment."

He smiled down at me and it made me happy again. It was true that they were enough to embarrass even the most callus person, and it was nothing new for me that they would take up where my mother slacked off. It's been like that my entire life.

"Thanks, Baby."

I squeezed my arms around his tiny waist and he placed a kiss on top of my head.

"Now, get cleaned up. You need to be presentable when you get there."

"No problem." I sniggered a bit before adding, "And don't forget to put your face on, or I really will be embarrassed!"

I got a slap on my butt as I ran to the safety of the bathroom laughing like a maniac. I loved teasing Baby! He was the one that was always able to rationalize everything and make it all seem better, and he was even known as the official peace keeper of the household. However, you only had to mention his make-up to send him into a panic, and I used that quite often. Hey, how else was I supposed to have fun?

I slid under the hot spray of the shower and groaned happily. My secret pleasure was taking a nice long steaming hot shower, and I did it often enough to get Joyce complaining about the gas bill because of the overworked water heater. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to soak, so I just washed my body and jumped out.

In fifteen minutes I was dressed and down stairs. At the foot of the stairs I saw Darlene smoking and having his morning cup of coffee. Since the stairs led straight to the kitchen, I only had to hop over my mountain sized friend to get some breakfast, which I did with practiced ease.

"One of these days, Caden's going to kill himself trying to jump over your fat ass, Darlene," Joyce mumbled while he set out my plate of scrambled eggs and polish sausage.

"Ah, shaddup," Darlene replied through his cigarette. "If he can't jump it, then he doesn't deserve breakfast."

"I feel the love," I complained grabbing my plate. Mmmm, I just loved polish sausages.

"You need to hurry if you're going to make it on time," Joyce warned as he took a plate to the only other person in the kitchen.

"Gracias, mi amor."

With arms the size of my waist, dark brown skin, and dark brown hair tied in a pony tail, Kenny Soto was the embodiment of Latino glory. That and he was the manliest homosexual I've ever seen in my life.

"I just love it when you roll those r's, baby," Joyce cooed making me gag.

"No lovey dovey garbage when we're eating," I whined while stuffing my face with breakfast.

"Jus' wait 'till you fall in love, amigo," Kenney said sending a wink my way.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" I accused, pointing my fork at him. "Your shift doesn't start 'till noon."

"No one could sleep through the racket you made upstairs," he retorted.


"Besides, I'm coming along with the rest of these jokers."

Joyce rolled his eyes and left to get dressed up. As he went up, Baby came down all decked out in his favorite yellow sun dress and heels. Naturally, his make-up was impeccable as was his blond hair. He kissed me as he walked by to grab his low-fat yogurt. Looking at my impossibly crazy family, I had the sinking feeling that I wasn't going to make my first day of school on time.

About twenty minutes later…

Everyone had squeezed into an old minivan for the trip to school. Since it was my first day at the prestigious Sunset Private Academy, everyone (except my mother of course) decided that they needed to give me best wishes. So as I stood in front of the gate, all of them gave me "good lucks" and "be a good boy" speeches, and I got showered with kisses before I finally managed to push them off and headed towards the building.

"See you guys later!"

"Bye, darling!" Joyce called out while wiping a tear from his eye. Seriously, these guys were so sentimental.

A smile spread across my lips as I thanked Fate for giving me the best caretakers in the world. They may be cross-dressers with really weird personalities, but I wouldn't trade them for anyone else in the world.

After I got a speech from the principle on being late, the secretary led me to homeroom which was almost over. She talked to the teacher as I fidgeted with my uniform. I was wearing red plaid pants with dress shoes, a white short sleeved dress shirt, and a hated red tie.

"Mr. Marquis, please come here," the teacher called pointing to next to him.

The secretary left without even giving me a glance, and I stood over to where the teacher wanted me to.

"Yes sir?"

"Class, this is our new student. Obviously, he's a sophomore and this is his first time in a private school, so please help him out and show him the ropes around here. His name is Caden Marquis. Please take a seat over by Gabriel."

I looked at the only empty seat and walked to it. I looked at the guy sitting next to me and he flashed me a large smile. His curly brown hair complimented his amber eyes and was just long enough to touch the collar of his shirt. It was actually kind of cool because he almost looked like those cherub angels you see in old paintings, except he was lean and much better looking. I couldn't help but notice that oddly, his tie was backwards.

"Hi there, Caden," he whispered as the teacher turned his back to write some information on the board. "I go by Issac!"

His upbeat attitude made me smile. I didn't think that there were going to be any nice people at a stuck up place like this, but I guess I was wrong.

"Nice to meet you Issac, did you go to this school last year?"

"Yeah, and I was at Sunset Middle School as well."

"Wow, your parents must be rich," I blurted out without thinking.

Thankfully he just laughed and shook his head. The teacher looked back at us disapprovingly and we both blushed in shame. A few other students rolled their eyes at us but we both just smiled. I looked at his deep amber eyes and I knew that he was going to be a great friend.

Only a minute later, the bell rang and all of us headed out to first period. Issac walked next to me and pulled out his schedule.

"Um, do you mind if I compare our schedules?"

I shook my head and handed him my own. He looked intently at both of them and smiled even wider.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"We're in all the same classes!" he said excitedly.

"Cool!" I was happy to hear that my first friend would be with me all day long. He really seemed like an easy person to get along with.

"Oh, yeah! My parents aren't really rich, but they work all the time. That and I got into school on a partial scholarship for vocals."

I stared at him wide-eyed. He didn't strike me as someone who could sing, but for him to be good enough to get a scholarship on it was amazing! The only reason I got into this school was after years of back-and-forth bantering and weeks of testing. I was able to get in on a partial scholarship for my piano and my music mixing talents. Here was a guy walking next to me who was able to even get into their freakin' middle school only on his voice!

"Wow, that's…amazing!"

His grin widened and a tint of crimson spread across his face.

"Er, I'm not that good…"

"It's no use being humble now, Issac!" I snorted. "It took me years to get into this school, and I was only able to make it here for my sophomore year."

He smiled sheepishly, and not knowing what to say, just walked beside me silently. It was nice that even our silence wasn't uncomfortable. While we walked, I noticed some people glancing at me and whispering and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I guess that new kids were a rarity around here.

First period was the dreaded English class. I grabbed Issac's hand and dragged him to a seat in the back, far away from the strict looking teacher. She looked about eighty, and had her white hair in that hideous cotton ball style that seems to popular among people her age. What really made me wary of her was the fact that even though she was obviously really old, she stood as straight as a board and was pacing around looking down her spectacles at each of her student. This wasn't going to be any fun, I just knew it wouldn't. Once the bell rang, silence filled the small room and the teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Bennington.

"Mr. Marquis, since you are new here, I will give you a little advice," she said sternly. I could feel my face burn in embarrassment at having her point me out. "This is a no-nonsense school, and we do not tolerate adverse behavior. Everyone here has earned the right to attend this school to hone and perfect their talents, and we will not tolerate any disturbance to that."

What the heck? Was she saying that I didn't deserve to be here? Anger burned in my chest, but I knew that I just had to suck it up. She was a teacher, and it wouldn't do any good if I got kicked out on my first day for beating up a little old lady. I worked too hard to get here, and she sure as hell wasn't going to ruin that.

"I will not slow down for you, so if you can't keep up, that is your problem. Since you missed homeroom, I'll explain the grading system. Pay attention as I will only say this once. From 100 to 95 is an A, 94-90 is a B, 89-85 is a C, and anything below an 85 is an F."

I felt a heavy weight pressing against my chest trying to cut off my oxygen supply. Although I've been fighting to get into this school for years, there was never any mention of this crazy grading scale. I assumed that it would be the same as all the other damn schools!

"If you fail two or more classes, you will be held back another year. And for your information, the average grade of this entire school is a 99. Try not to drag that down."

Ok, now that was a blatant attack towards me! I didn't even do anything to this old hag and she was already biased against me! How the heck was I going to pass this class, if I already knew that she hates me?

"Now, everyone turn to page twelve in your text books…"

The class was even worse than I thought it would be. She droned on in a monotone voice, and she was really picky about details. She wanted us to take notes, but it was so difficult with the way she lectured! And then she would pull out these random questions and every damn student seemed to already know the answer! I couldn't keep up with it all!

"Gabriel, tell me what the definition of syntax is."

Issac looked down at his book and furrowed his brow as he tried to find the answer. A few students snickered which pissed me off. He was really trying hard to find where the hell she came up with syntax and people had the nerve to mock him?! This was unjust!

"Uh, I can't find it," he mumbled miserably.

"But of course. You are going to be just as bad as last year aren't you?"

He looked even more miserable and my heart felt like it started to bleed. It wasn't like he was some jerk who didn't try! I could see furious scribbles and the fact that he was recording the lecture on audio recorder, but why was he being mocked just because he couldn't find that one freakin' question?!


Grrrr, he shouldn't have to be apologizing for not knowing something! That's what the teacher was for!

"Write me a three page essay on syntax due tomorrow, young man."

My mouth dropped open and he nodded before dutifully writing it down in his assignment book.

"Yes, ma'am."

Then she went on as if it was just routine for her to humiliate her students. I wanted to attack her and rip that puffy hair right off her wrinkly old head! I was definitely going to talk to Issac about this. He didn't need to take that shit from her!

When the bell finally rang, I helped Issac pack up his stuff and that's when I noticed that he had a butt-load of sticky notes all over his books and stuff. I decided that I'd ask him about that later. What was more important was that I find out why on earth he wouldn't defend himself. Once we were out of earshot of that old hag, I let loose on him.

"Issac! Why the hell didn't you defend yourself from that old bitch?!"

He looked startled at my fury and probably the use of my language, but that didn't really matter right now.

"Er, uh, why would I?"

"What do you mean?! She was picking on you and you didn't do anything to deserve that!"

"She did the same to you," he pointed out calmly.

"Well, that's because I'm a new student that came right from the 'evil' public schools! That's to be expected! But you've been in this system forever!"

He motioned for me to calm down a bit as some students glanced over at us. Once I stopped sending out a tangible I-want-to-kill vibe, he continued.

"It's really not a big deal, Caden. It's been like this since I was in middle school." My mouth dropped, but he just continued. "All the students that come here come from really prominent families and are really smart and talented. These students verge on genius! But me…well, to be honest, I'm not all that smart."

He looked down at the floor as if he was embarrassed of this and I couldn't help but feel badly for him.

"But, why does that give them the right to be so hateful about it? Just 'cause you're not Einstein isn't a big deal!"

"This school prides itself on perfection, and well…I'm the one that's keeping their average grade from being a hundred. That and no matter what I do, I can't get anywhere near an A."

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," I stated as I stood still.

He jerked to a halt and looked at me with wide eyes.

"One person does not bring down the average of a school with four hundred students in it. Whoever told that to you was lying right to your face! And who cares if you can't get a fucking A in this school? That doesn't give anyone the right to kick you around."

I stared intently at him and I saw him smile as his eyes teared up a bit. All those years of torture had probably gotten to him, and that pissed me off. This guy deserved better! Huh, what's funny is that I don't know anything about this guy, and here I was ready to kick the ass of any fool who dared insult him next. I may have been raised by a bunch of cross-dressers, but that doesn't mean that they didn't teach me how to kick serious ass.

"Hey, what's up, bonehead?" someone called towards us.

Something snapped in me as I turned to deliver a punishing roundhouse to the person who dared to say something that insulting. I was already all wound up from the already stressful day, and I couldn't help but react.

I heard gasps from everyone as the person I kicked landed about ten feet back with a stunned look on his face. His hazel eyes were wide in shock and his hand came up to rub what promised to be a very sore spot on his chest. I noticed that he almost looked like a Californian with his spiked up blond hair and his tanned skin.

Issac grabbed me from behind to stop me from advancing on that motherfucker while the rest of the student body gaped in horror. A few students ran away no doubt to tell on me but I didn't care. I just tried to get out of Issac's grip.

"Holy crap!" Issac shouted right by my ear. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"What do you mean, 'what am I doing'? I'm kicking that fucker's ass!"

"Buddha! Don't do that!"

"Let go of me! That jerk dared to call you a bonehead!"

"Caden, would you just stop moving and listen to me?!"

Panting, I quit struggling in his unbelievably strong arms. It was no small task to hold me still, and everyone I know can attest to that. That's the only reason they send Darlene after me.

"That's Danny, my friend! Bonehead's my nickname!"

Wow, that was really fun to write! i hope that you will leave me a review and let me know what you think. grin grin Caden is in soooo much trouble, no[Note: I've edited this baby, lol. if you see anything else, let me know!