A/N: Hello everybody! I have started a brand new story yet again, please don't be aggravated. I know I still need to update a couple of my other stories, but I'm putting them on hiatus 'cause I have just lost interest in them, but I don't want to delete them. Anyway, the only stories I am now working on are Behind An Act and Green and White, and maybe a few one-shots along the way! :) I'll explain more at the bottom. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kickin' It.

CHAPTER 1: The Exposition

Hiding behind the school bleachers didn't put the blonde in a very good spot to write, as all of the space was filled with crisses-and-crosses of metals poking at her neck as she rearranged her position once more under the giant, silver steps.

You may ask why a fourteen-year old girl would want to stay away from the crowd of students that were her classmates, why she would isolate them for a metal bleacher and dirty, damp grass? Well, that was easy.

She hated her school.

Well, why would you think she would hate her school so much to most of the time skip lunch and recreation, to spend her time alone? What's there to hate, when it's a top-notch school, with the best teachers, with the greatest activities, where you could actually want to learn. One would think her mind was deranged, for no one would even have a second thought that the school was the worst for her.

You'll have to find that out yourself.

Right now, Kimberly Crawford was idly writing in her small, blue notebook that was carefully balanced on her one knee, the other used to crouch. While her right hand was carefully holding an apple that would be brought up to her mouth to take a bite out of once she had finally remembered it was there every few minutes, her left hand holding a black ballpoint pen. Her letters were quite messy yet small, writing down her thoughts, ideas, and what she was doing at the moment on that piece of tree-paper.

A piercing-loud squeal had her hit her head on one of the top steps of the bleachers, holding her forehead in her palm having to drop her pen in the process, wincing in pain. There stood a girl just a bit taller than her height, with tan skin, dark-brown hair in a loose bun much like the blonde's own, except for the fact the girl had bangs that lay over her bright brown eyes.

"Lizette, seriously, I think you gave me a concussion. From hitting my head or your loud scream, I'm not sure of," she muttered under her breath, rubbing her forehead. With each motion of her hand, it stung, badly. Lizette tittered a bit, not mockingly, just joyfully.

"Sorry Kim. I didn't mean to startle you that much," the brunette answered, a sheepish smile on her face. Lizette was a class higher than Kim's. Because of that, she wore a green blazer, a white blouse, black dress-pants, and black flats. She was the closest thing Kim had to a friend. Around her neck she wore a black camera that she held in her hands.

The blonde let out a small laugh. "It's alright. Uh, what's up with that camera? Have you became a detective?" she joked. The brunette rolled her eyes but smiled at her comment. Since Kim was a year younger, she wore a white blazer, a white blouse, blue jeans, and black converses, which were allowed as long as the shoes were black. Lizette jumped from foot to foot as she stood there.

"No, I am not going to be a detective," they both smirked at that, "I have joined the school newspaper. I think it would be a great experience and I would be able to get to know more of the people here at school, and it would look great for my curriculum." she explained seriously, a small glimmer in her eyes. The blonde stared at her.

"For your college application thing you've been obsessed with since the fourth grade? Do you ever take a break?" Kim asked, an incredulous look on her face, however, she was still proud of her friend. Lizette had many accomplishments, many of them she had dragged Kim into doing it with her. While Kim was a loner, Lizette was liked by everyone and was a big social bug.

"Hey, I do take a break. And in my defense, if I want to make it into University of Duke, or Harvard University, I really need to step up my game!" the brunette replied defensively. It was her big dream and goal in life to make it into one of the best universities in the world.

"Ever heard of making your goal in life to be happy?" she asked sarcastically, finishing her her apple and throwing the core onto the floor. She picked up her notebook and pen and carefully stood up.

"Oh, here give me them," Lizette said, holding out her hands for her notebook and pen. Kim placed them in, and she carefully maneuvered her way out of the posts. Once she was fully out, Lizette handed them back. The blonde thanked her.

"Well, I would be happy to make it into one of the universities. And then, I could get a great job and live happily ever after. So, I guess that my goal in life would make me happy," she said slowly, drawing to her conclusion.

Dusting her pants, Kim asked, "So, what's up? You have to have a reason to destroy me eardrums." A suspicious smiled began to form on the blonde's tan skin.

"Oh, yeah. We have to head back inside in-"

BRING! The bell rang, with Lizette pointing her finger to emphasize the timing with a small smirk. Her friend gave a long sigh, as if she did not want to leave her very comfy area in the bleachers.

The brunette nodded her head behind her. "Come on, we don't want to be late for class," she urged, then tugging on her friends sleeve, an annoyed groan as a response, she led her away from the bleachers and maneuvered her way back into the school's field.

The sight of more and more people came into Kim's eye range as her eyes adjusted from the dimness of bleachers to the bright, autumn sun. Squinting, she could make out some people walking around, chatting with their friends, a bunch of the vert students (students dressed in green, like Lizette) playing soccer. Most of the blanc students (students dressed in white, like Kim) wouldn't want face them. The school was somewhat obsessed with French terms, so that was how they named the students.

Most of the students had already started heading towards the doors to get into homeroom, whereas they only had four minutes to get inside, get their stuff from their locker, then make it into their homeroom. After five minutes, they rang the late bell.

Lizette turned to Kim. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. I've got to go to Mr. Lansing's math class for homeroom," she said, good-bye at her as she jogged towards the door of crowded students. The blonde sighed, and jogged herself to the gaggle of students in identical green and white uniforms.

When she finally pulled through the mess of people, she checked the clock. It read 12:32.

Great, she thought, Now I only have three minutes to get to my locker which is on the other side of the school and to get upstairs to Mrs. Micheal's Block classroom.

With that in mind, Kim decided to skip her trip to her locker and just make sure to get into homeroom on time. She would get her books afterward for her last two classes of the day, Science and Art.

The blonde fast-walked her way to the nearest set of stairs (if she ran, the teachers on duty would make her go all the way back and walk, so she would be extra late), located next to the vending machine and water fountain, and took the stair steps two at a time. When she finally reach the end of the hall, there was just a minute left to get inside the classroom and in her seat.

Surprisingly, the teacher wasn't there. For ten minutes, no one dared to say a word, for there were strict rules in the school.

Out of the blue, the door slammed open and in came the two students who were always late, yet never got in trouble.

And Kim hated their guts.

The first person was a pretty girl much to Kim's height, with long, wavy blonde hair. She had a light spray of freckles that could only be seen when she was angry, which rarely happened, on her fair skin. However, the most striking part of her was her eyes: they were a bright green, rimmed with hazel. She had a happy, warm aura, which you would immediately like about her. Her name was Ladonna Tobin, or otherwise known as Donna.

Behind her, a smiling boy with a carefree expression walked in and stood beside her. He was a bit taller than Kim, with tan skin and bright hazel eyes that lit up when he thought of something mischievous or had a plan of some sort. He had tousled dark-brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes that almost every girl would fall to do anything for. Almost. His name was Jack Anderson.

They both were vert students. One of the very reasons Kim hated this school.

The two of them walked in and took their seats. Jack sat at the back left corner, while Donna sat on the second column row in the third seat, beside Kim. A small girl sitting right in the middle with pale skin, a small spray of freckles, and mouse-brown hair glared at them. She was a blanc student, which was very surprising because she was one of the smartest in the class.

"You guys shouldn't have been late; you've been arriving late every day ever since school started, which was two months ago!" the girl explained, and huffing, she turned to face the board with a sour expression with her arms crossed across her chest. Kim could've sworn she heard her say something about hammers and detention.

The brunet didn't look too worried, for he said, "We're sorry, Julie, but we had a student council meeting, and were let out late. We'll try to arrive earlier."

"Yeah right," muttered Kim under her breath, while picking at her notebooks cover and playing with the spine.

Donna stared at her. "What was that?" she asked, almost defensively. The happy expression on her face now disappeared far, far away. The blonde started to play with the ends of the hair, something Kim knew was when she was trying to contain her emotions.

"Nothing." It was all Kim said in reply, then dropped her gaze to her pen, taking the cap on and off, on and off.

"Would you stop doing that? It's really annoying, I can hear it from here!" Jack yelled, earning a look of mock sincerity from the blonde. He had an annoyed look, and peered at her from his seat in the back.

"Oh, you want me to stop this?" she asked. Jack nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, too bad, so sad."

With that said, she dug out another pen out of her jeans' pocket, one where you click it on the top for it to open, and she lifted it and started clicking it continuously, just to get an expression from him. The blonde wore a small smirk of amusement as the brunet tried to block out the noise. When he finally stopped looking at her, she finally stopped clicking it and put it back into her pocket with a victorious grin.

It worked every time.

When the class had all settled down again, they sat in unison, high in their seat, faced at the board, hands in their laps.

BRING! BRING! BRING! The bell, signalling dismissal for homeroom and the start of the last two periods of the day, sound and everyone jumped up from their seat and rushed to the door.

Kim pushed her way past a couple of students out the door, and walked down the hallway. She saw many people had lockers here, most of them vert students, and that they always hung around with their books in their arms, chatting for most of the four minutes.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Donna and Jack add themselves to their group of friends in the hallway, shooting her glares, except for a couple of the girls, including Donna who was busily getting books from her locker and jutting back into the conversation every once in a while, having no time to focus on the death glares sent into Kim's direction.

The blonde shook her head and redirected her eyes in front of her. She quickly made her way down the stairs, jumping the last four steps. Her feet ached a bit from the impact of the landing, however she brushed it off and hurried down the hall, taking a right turn. The school was a bit of a labyrinth for the first few days, yet Kim soemtimes still had trouble finding her way through. It was that big.

Walking past another water fountain and the bathrooms, she looked up to see a digital clock. 12:52. She now only had two minutes to make it. Luckily, her locker was right next to her science classroom.

Gripping her pen and notebook so that her knuckles were white, she fast-walked toward the fourth locker to the science room and got a hold of her lock.

She twirled it three times clockwise, turned it to 03, turned it to 27, twirled it counter-clockwise once, and turned it back clockwise to 16. Pulling it down, it clicked open.

"Yes!" she whispered, then placing the lock on the floor, she stuffed her notebook into her black back-pack stuffed into the bottom of the locker (the lockers were incredibly small) and got out her green science binder, her blue science textbook, and her art binder out. She re-placed the lock and clicked it shut.

Just two seconds before the bell rang, Kim slipped into the classroom and was in her seat at the front. She sighed in relief.

It was going to be a long school year.

A/N: Okay, I'm not that proud about how I ended it, but eh, I guess it was okay. It was a good start, right? Yes? No? Never mind.

So, you might be wondering where I got the idea. If you guessed because school was starting, I think it had to do something with it. I had a very random lucid dream in the middle of the night a few sleeps ago; I won't explain all of it, it was really random, and I mean BIG TIME. The easiest way to explain it is that there was a part of the dream where there was a soccer field, and there were two soccer teams, in the same school: people in white, and people in green. (another thing that might've motivated my mind to have a random dream like that was maybe because of fallen empire's "Playing to Win" might've helped... big fan of hers) And so, the green team was much stronger, and motivated and were popular and the white, well... Also, I based the school a bit on my own school.

Anywho, I changed it up to this... sort of. Tomorrow, I'm going to my 7th Grade Registration! AH! My school starts on the fourth of September, so updates might come a bit slower...

There will eventually be Kick, just... not yet. Might come in a little while.

Also, a special shout to my friend, Rachel, and my older sister, Simone, Happy 12-13th (i forget! oops!) and happy 22th birthday! And congrats at getting a job! I'm pretty sure they won't see this... T_T (they don't have accounts... or read fan fictions. Whatever.) Can't wait to see you soon, Soup/Rachel. from -Squirrel Girl.

Is it okay if you guys review? That way, it would motivate me even more to be able to update this through out the school year and all that jazz!

-Lissa/Squirrel Girl (Rachel's nickname for me)/winding up astray :{D