"I'm too sane for this shit!" You gasp, hiding under a desk. Another tremor shakes the building. Curse your luck! Curse these insane people!

"___! Where'd you go!?" A voice calls but you cover your ears.

"They're all crazy! The principle! The teachers! And the students are just as insane!" You whisper, feeling like you yourself was slipping into madness. Oh how did you get thrown into this school!? "If I ever get out of here alive Gin, I'm kicking your ass...."

*Two Weeks Before*

The door bell sounded feverishly, which was never a good sign. You walked toward the door with a frown. What was the chances it would be that pizza you ordered five minutes ago?... Yeah, you were highly doubtful too, hopeful, but still doubtful as you reach for the door.

"___!" Gin chimes when you open the door. Your friend gives you cheerful hug and you instantly become wary.

"Oh god what did you do!?" You question in alarm. He pulls back to give a nervous smile.

"W-why can't I be happy to see you?" He asks. Your eyes get wider at that.

"Oh no Gin... You didn't kill someone did you!?" You pale.

"What!? No of course not! Well... Maybe..." He tries to defend. You look at him in horror.

"You didnt!... He was still breathing!" A deeper voice makes you peer out and pale even more.

"Oh god you brought him with you! Why are you both injured!?" You gasp, seeing Krieg, the gang leader of your neighborhood.

"We'll explain in a bit, let us in," Krieg requests. You hear sirens and they both check the street warily. Gin looks back at you pleading.

"Alright! Krieg bathroom! Gin get my first aid kit!" You order with a sigh, moving to the side so they can hurry in. You close and lock the door closing the blinds.

"You what!?" You gasp standing up.

"I carried away! I'm sorry!" Gin says, holding up his hands in a soothing manner.

"Sorry!? Gin you already have two marks! One more and you're in the big house!" You remind him worriedly. "And don't get me started on you!" You add to Krieg.

"That's.... Why we're here...." Krieg says carefully.

"We.... Need someone to take the heat..." Gin says. You pause and calmly walk to the closet. They watch you warily as you take out a paddle.

"Come again?" You ask calmly, tapping the large wooden paddle to your hand. Gin and Krieg pale.

"Please ___, it'll only be you're first offense. You'll get a slap on the wrist if anything," Gin says, starting to get up warily. A dark aura dances around you.

"I'm gonna give you both a slap on the wrist..." You growl with an alarming smile.

You placed another ice pack on his cheek. You look between the two, both dazed by the pain of their beating. "Sorry, I know you were already injured... But I'm really mad at both of you..." You sigh angrily, punching Krieg in the leg, making him groan in pain.

"Sorry ___... I'll take it then..." Gin murmurs. You look toward your friend and ruffle his hair.

"No... I got your back Gin.... You two go into the rooms, no doubt they'll come knocking soon," You tell them, straightening up. They nod and go to the rooms. You wait in the living room, calmly eating the now cold pizza. You finish one slice before a loud, authoritative knock sounds on your door. You take your sweet time to answer it, opening the door and giving the officer a smile.

"Officer Smokey! Been about a week right?" You ask.

"I'm here about a fight close by," He says.

"Let me guess... The alley behind the coffee shop. Three down, bloody with severe bruising." You say, leaning on the doorframe. His brown eyes narrow and he nods. "I did it, they uh, killed my cat... I was very mad," You tell him. He sighs and holds up his cuffs.

"Are you lying?" He asks. You open the door more to show Gin's tonfa that were tipped with heavy iron balls. Blood still covered them.

"Nope, just wanna hurry up and get this over with," You reply simply.

"Then ___ you're under arrest."

"Seeing this is your first offense, I will have you enrolled in our new 'Troubled Young' Program," Garp says, sliding a paper over to you. You look down at it.

"Gold High? This is all the way in the mountains!" You object.

"Yes, and lucky you, the Principal of Gold Academy happens to be here today," He grins. "Come on in! Meet your newest student!" He calls.

"Fufufu! Aren't you a cute little trouble maker?"