Chapter 1

The experience that you have in high school will affect you for the rest of your life, whether it is a minor or major effect. It can influence what kind of jobs you could get, what kind of people you associate with, even your personality and your outlook on life.

Thus far, I have had a bit of an… atypical experience in my high school that has now resulted in my expulsion. Even if the principal had no evidence that I was involved, a few rumors spread from a couple of rich kids whose parents donate to the school regularly seemed to win over the ruler of the school.

Therefore, I am going to a new school. Leaving behind my gang of followers for the new place, because most of the rumors focused on me alone. Needless to say, the rich kids didn't like me much as I didn't feel the need to bow to their every whim because they have a bit of cash. Now I never said my gang and I were innocent of the latest 'crime' of tying up one of the grumpier teachers and throwing him out of the second story window into a pile of squishy horse dung, but we weren't caught. It's too bad. My little band of followers was loyal to a fault.

Seeing as my expulsion occurred right before summer break, I have the entire season to prepare, and get information about all the groups in the establishment and the people in my new class. Yes, I know. It's a habit of mine. Not necessarily a bad one, just different, and I will maim anyone who says otherwise.

The bad thing though, is the fact that it will not be a public school. It will be a school for the type of kids who got me into this position in the first place. Rich kids. That's right. My 'family', consisting of two parents and me, their adoptive daughter, is loaded. I had convinced them to let me go to a public school, as I'm not one for many frivolous things, but now, since 'that public school had a bad influence on me', I am now condemned to spend the rest of my high school years surrounded by arrogant bimbos and playboys. Joy.

The only good thing coming out of this is the connections I might get, and that's only a possibility. At least I don't have to wear that horrible uniform. Oh yes, here's the best part! I get to move to an apartment, closer to the school, instead of the five-story mansion I have lived in since my adoption. Meaning no over-affectionate, wimpy 'parents' hovering over me fretfully.

Bwahahahaha… You didn't hear anything. I did not just laugh maniacally.

But anyways, it's a good thing my caretakers are so flimsy when it comes to enforcing rules. I usually end up making my own decisions, because they think it's good for later in life that I don't depend on them for choices. Tch. Like I ever would. Their money is only a convenience to me. I could make it to the top of wherever I want to go without it, but hey, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Helping to run the 'family' business has helped me with my management skills, and I'm not going to say I dislike the power that comes with the position. Not that there's that much power in a sweets business, but the little bit smaller laboratories on the side a very interesting to look at and oversee. I always liked science. And I have a bit of a sweet tooth. Okay, a large sweet tooth.

Now… I think I'll move into that apartment a little early. The less time spent in this mansion, the better; plus there's no sense in not knowing my surroundings when I'm being introduced to a new environment. …I just made myself sound like some sort of zoo animal, didn't I? Oh well. Anyways, I'll need to check all suitable apartment buildings to see if there's vacancy, and who's living in them. Wouldn't want to room next to a serial killer, now would we?

Let's see… murder suspect in apartment 2D. Nope. In this one, their's a convicted rapist on parole in room 1E. Definitely not happening. Ehhh… this is going to take a while…

Okay… after six hours of searching, I've found the one on Nagareboshi Street has a free room and no people with questionable records except that guy who jaywalked twenty years ago. Plus my best friend from middle school is there. Ah. Good times. Too bad that she never had the inclination to cause trouble or terrorize the school in any way. She never tattled to the teacher though. Too bad she's a year behind me as well, otherwise she'd be pretty much my right hand woman.

All right, enough spacing out; Focus! Ummm… where was I? Ah yes. Nagareboshi Street it is! Let's start with that packing. I want to be out of this stupid mansion by the end of the week!

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"Oof." A large puff of air made its way forcefully out of the seventeen-year-old's throat as the teen put down the last box full of things into the new apartment. Looking around in satisfaction, the adolescent sighed and whined a bit, "I'm too lazy to unpack everything… so only necessities for now." So, setting to work, the teen unpacked a few sets of clothes, items for hygiene, and a couple of cushions and a full-body pillow that were promptly flung on the futon in the bedroom.

Turning to the dresser to put away the clothing, the teenager was pulled short by the reflection in the mirror. Staring back was a boy with soft, curly-spiky burgundy hair tipped with white that fell around his face and into his eyes, which were an odd shade of blackish-red. For clothing and accessories, he wore black jeans, a black hoody with white designs all over it, dark red chucks and black rectangular glasses.

Smirking in amusement at himself, he finished putting away the few outfits. Looking around at the sparse apartment, the redhead was just trying to think of something to do, when there was a loud gurgling sound. Chuckling amusedly he shook his head.

"Guess it's been decided for me. Grocery shopping it is. I want some candy...." He said to himself and walked over to one of the boxes, rummaging around before he found what he was looking for. Pulling out the objects, he chuckled maniacally before stopping himself abruptly. Lazily shucking off his shoes, he reached over to the newly unpacked rollerblades strapped them on. Stopping to admire the red designs on the black background of the blades, he pulled his hood up to hide the upper half of his face, and moved out the door and shutting it behind her.

With a large smirk on his face, he skated over to the stairs, before jumping high and landing on the rail, grinding all the way down, where he hopped off and zoomed away, dodging all the obstacles on the sidewalk expertly.

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Author's Note: Okay people. This is my first story (that I'm putting on the site), k? Now I have so many ideas at this point, don't be surprised if I start other stories. Also I'm not sure if I particularly want to invent a new OC for every single story, so if you see minor, or major similarities between my Original Characters, you don't have to point it out to me, k?