The Miracle Clinic

A new day is upon those at Starlight High, the sun is shining down on the school filled with bright new possibilities. With Evan Dixon and the other seniors being put in their place, the school finally has some new fresh ideas to go around.

One such is found at a student council meeting, where the now president of the meeting, X Locke rests his head on the table.

“Oh my god, this is so boring!” X groans, “This is a fate worse than death!”

The vice president, Georgia Gibson, asks, “Then why did you even run in the first place?”

“I just thought it would be funny, I didn’t expect to win!” X gasps.

“Shall we end the meeting here?” Gibson asks.

“No no, we just started so let’s hear what the other council members have to say,” X says.

Everyone else on the student council is silent.

“What?” X asks.

“When Evan was in charge it was either his way or the highway,” student council member Suzy Dark remarks, “So this is a bit refreshing to say the least.”

“Wow Dixon really set the bar low, anyways I have zero clue what a student council does,” X Locke remarks, “So you guys come up with the ideas and I’ll just choose which one sounds the best.”

“Oooh, I have an idea!” student council member Crunch Backson shouts, “What if we build an indoor skate park in the school and launch fireworks from it!? Wouldn’t that be super cool?!”

X just looks at Crunch and sarcastically goes, “That’s a great idea! Lemme go get the funding for that!”

“R-really?” Crunch asks while being on the verge of crying tears of pure joy.

“No,” X responds, “But I can see if the school can take away the ban on skateboards.”

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Marcus is walking down the hall as Crunch zooms down it, he’s lying down on a skateboard as he zooms past a bunch of students before crashing into a bunch of lockers. Though he spots in the culinary classroom, the baking club is having a proper meeting and Hamster is handing out some of his signature blueberry muffins. And despite Bernard being grouchy and spending most of his time texting Evan on his phone, everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves and having a good time.

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During basketball practice, Alex & Christopher are shooting some hoops when they overhear the gym teacher and head coach, Jolyne Joggers, talking with some of the other coaches.

“Victor was supposed to be our ace for the season, with him having a broken bone I don’t think he’d be able to recover in time,” A coach worries.

“Yeah, though with that opportunity, I think we can instead focus on the other kids and make them better,” Joggers encourages as she glances over to Alex & Christopher, “And from what I’ve seen, we’ve got two very talented sophomores on our team who’re dying to actually play.”

Christopher dribbles the ball and asks Alex, “Hey dude I wonder who she’s talking about?”

Alex just ignores Christopher and steals the ball from Christopher and scores a three-pointer.

“HEY C’MON ANSWER ME BRO!” Christopher begs.

“How dumb can you be?” Alex asks.

“Hey that was uncalled for!” Christopher shouts.

“Wow you two seem to be having fun,” Sammy remarks.

Christopher jumps back a bit after seeing Sammy, however, Sammy just hands the two some water bottles.

“Figured you two would need some,” Sammy states.

“Thanks,” Alex remarks, “Though what brings you here?”

“Tryouts for this school’s hockey team are coming up, so I want to get some practice in beforehand,” Sammy remarks before glancing towards Trisha Bernstein who is on the other end of the gym, “And I don’t know if I’ve blown off enough steam just yet.”

Trisha, spotting Sammy’s gaze, quickly looks the other way, leaving Alex confused and Christopher conflicted at Sammy’s remark.

“Don’t worry I was just joking,” Sammy tells Christopher.

“Phew,” Christopher sighs in relief.

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“Hey! Let me cut through the line. I have a class soon!” Evan Dixon yells while waiting in the cafeteria line.

“Hey! Let me cut through the line, I have a class soon!” Randy Buzz, who is ahead of him in line for food, mimics Evan in a nerd voice.

“Are you mocking me? I am your senior! Show me some respect!”

“Are you mocking me? I am your senior! Show me some respect!” Randy continues to mimic.

“Urgh!” Evan groans, “If only I was still the student council president!”

“Yeah and whose fault was that,” Selina teases as she waits in line behind Evan, “Also you put on way too much cologne.”

“Tch, like you would know you, woman,” Evan remarks as he sprays some more cologne on him.

“Hey spray that nasty ass cologne one more time and I’ll show you why people call me The Buzzing Brawler!” Randy remarks as he gets up in Evan’s face.

“Okay Randy, you’re more like The Snoozing Sleeper from what I heard,” Evan scoffs.

“Oh no! Your roast was so powerful!” Randy teases, “I know I would never be able to withstand one of your weak ass slaps!”

Evan blushes in embarrassment. Meanwhile, sitting at a lunch table is Ronnie Everst, who is a bit freaked out from hearing that.

“Uh Ronnie, you okay?” Elizabeth asks, who has a packed lunch.

“Yeah,” Ronnie lies as he opens up his own packed lunch, “I just don’t think I can look at slaps the same way ever again.”

“Uh, okay,” Elizabeth says before an awkward silence falls between the two. Hesitance grows on her lips as she tries to find the right words to say.

“You remember back at the end of last school year when you-” Elizabeth tries to say but gets cut off by Alex who slams his lunch tray onto the table.

“Guess who just got their lunch?” Alex asks them before answering, “That’s right, this guy!”

“Yeah no shit Sherlock, what other wise words do you have to share?” Elizabeth groans.

“I was just trying to start a conversation!” Alex complains.

Elizabeth and Alex begin to start another long bickering session between the two of them as Ronnie looks around.

“I guess everything worked out in the end,” Ronnie sighs as he sees Elizabeth & Alex continue to argue, “Right?”

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“You really did it now huh,” Joel Cooper remarks.

The 18 year old who looks younger than he is looks up at Ronnie as they’re chatting outside of Starlight High School.

“Dude, what do you want from me?!” Ronnie asks.

“I’m here to ask you again,” Joel asks as he extends his hand, “Will you and your hand join clubs with us, The Vignette?”

“Didn’t you hear our response last time?” Ronnie just walks past Joel and responds, “No means no dude!”

“I see well then good luck,” Joel remarks as he too leaves, “It’s going to be tough trying to defend yourself from The Massachusetts Boys all by your own.”

Joel leaves and Ronnie begins to ask him, “Hey what do you mean by that?”

However, Joel doesn’t respond as he leaves.

“Guess he was just trying to mess with me,” Ronnie remarks as he begins to walk home, “I hope.”

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Late at night at a park in the west side of town, a group of seven individuals are standing in a rundown baseball field, the lights flickering as they all sit there. Two people are standing at home base while the others are up in the bleachers. Those two are none other than the bandaged and bruised Victor Dunnerman & Trisha Bernstein. Also known as No. 9 of The Massachusetts Boys ‘Lynn’ & No. 10 of The Massachusetts Boys ‘Amherst’ respectively.

“Wh-wh-why did you want to see us?” Victor ‘Lynn’ Dunnerman asks as he’s sweating up bullets.

“Can’t you see we’re in-injured?” Trisha ‘Amherst’ Bernstein asks as both she & her boyfriend are in several casts.

“Yeah, we can see that alright,” One of the people in the bleachers remarks, “You talked all about wanting to show how important you’d be to us when you joined a few weeks ago and now look at you. Totally worthless.”

The person who just said that is Parker ‘Plymouth’ Duggar, ranked seven out of everyone in The Massachusetts Boys. He has Light brown spiky hair, white skin, amber eyes, and black earrings. Duggar is also wearing a neon orange sleeveless shirt, black sweatpants, and white Air Forces.

“Like if it was someone like Purple from Dirty Fang I’d understand why you would look so shitty now but some sophomores from your high school did that to you? Get fuckin’ real Vincent,” Parker ‘Plymouth’ Duggar laughs.

“I’m not proud of it, okay?” Victor remarks, “And my name isn’t Vincent, it’s Victor.”

“Wait, it's Victor? I could have sworn it was Vincent,” Duggar says.

“No It’s Victor,” Trisha says.

“Well that’s odd… Anyways, I had no fucking clue you wouldn’t be proud of it?” Duggar jokes before nudging the person next to him, “Hey Quincy, would you fucking believe these two would be ashamed of that?”

“Yeah, it was pretty obvious,” Quinn ‘Quincy’ Overton rolls her eyes.

Quincy is ranked eighth out of everyone in The Massachusetts Boys and is half-caucasian half-Japanese, with light dark brown hair in a twin-tail style, and brown eyes. She’s wearing a green hoodie, white khakis, and green sneakers. The white headphones hooked up to her iPod are playing some Vocaloid music.

“You still listening to that crap?” Parker ‘Plymouth’ Duggar antagonizes.

“Uh yeah, Miku’s great I don’t get why you aren’t a fan,” Quinn sighs.

“I prefer Rin & Len but that’s beside the point,” Duggar retorts, “Can’t you take a moment to not listen to that shit?”

“Hey don’t pick on Quincy so much Plymouth,” The person sitting in the row behind the two states.

That person is Frankfurt “Fall River” Schulz, ranked sixth out of everyone in The Massachusetts Boys. He’s a middle-aged man with brown balding hair he tries to hide with a comb-over, green eyes, and wrinkly skin. He’s also wearing a white polo shirt, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes.

“If you want to sort out your differences we can always do so over a game of Putt-Putt,” Frankfurt recommends.

“Your old ass is the only one interested in that lame-ass game, Duggar groans.

“Can you three stop trying to derail this meeting?” Another person asks.

That person is Kimberly ‘Lowell’ Masterson, who is ranked fifth out of everyone in The Massachusetts Boys. She has white skin, blue eyes, black lipstick, and her hair is dyed with one side being black, the other side being orange. She’s wearing a white-black flannel jacket over a black t-shirt with a graphic of a Midwest emo band, black shorts, fishnet stockings, and black slip-ons.

“While I agree that mini-golf is the worst but we should first deal with those fuckers who attacked our own,” Kimberly suggests.

“You sure?” Willy ‘Worcester’ White asks, “The Head, Boston, isn’t even at this meeting and neither is the second-in-command.”

Willy ‘Worcester’ White is ranked fourth of everyone in The Massachusetts Boys. He has white skin, dyed white spiky hair, dyed white eyebrows, and light gray eyes. He’s also wearing an all-white outfit.

“What Boston & Salem don’t know won’t hurt them,” one more figure comments.

The other members of The Massachusetts Boys turn to look at the person who said that, the third-in-command of The Massachusetts Boys. Going by the nickname ‘Cambridge’ the person is disguised by the harsh shadows on that area of the bleachers.

“If we’re trying to expand into the north more than we already are, then we’re gonna have to try and keep our reputation in check,” Cambridge remarks, “So to make up for Lynn & Amherst’s short-comings, we’re going to have to let the whole city know…”

Lightning flashes as Cambridge finishes his sentence, “The true might of The Massachusetts Boys.”

See You Next Chapter!~