Here goes with the first chapter

So this is how I become a true Hathaway, I thought to myself. I made a little checklist in my head as I walked back to the cheap hotel where I'd been staying for £5 a night for the past couple of weeks.

Run away? Check

Brushed away everyone else? Check

Messed-up love life? Check

Totally Badass...Check

I'd been roaming the streets of London since I'd snuck out of the hotel we'd been staying in my home town, leaving behind the people I've only known for half a year yet felt so close to. Lissa, the head of St. Vlad's, and her boyfriend Christian. Rose, my newly-discovered kick-ass sister, and her man Dimitri. All my old friends and family, and, of course, Lewis.

That last one hurt me the most. Lewis and I had been really close, but our relationship hadn't been going so well recently, as I'd presumed he was jealous that I was hanging out with another guy. Now I realised he just wanted to protect me, and quite rightly. I'd never thought we'd run into Strigoi on the edge of a cliff in Essex, but, hey ho, take life as it comes right? Hah. I'd never been that optimistic, not even before all of this crap happened to me.

I hugged my arms around me against the breeze. We'd had an oddly warm summer for England, reaching 30 degrees! (Celsius) Now, as we crawled into September, the ever-present clouds began to show their faces again. We dropped from 24 down to 15 within a day. There was the England I knew and, kinda, loved.

I only had half a mile to go to the hotel. I'd only managed to pocket £600 from my old paper delivery round bank account plus another £100 from my Mum secretly before I left, so I'd faked my age as 16 and got myself a part-time job at a local footwear store. I didn't earn the best money, but at least it gave me enough to survive. My amounts had been slowly dwindling.

However, as I rounded the corner, I ran into a tall girl with fiery hair and green eyes. I almost mistook her for a Moroi, but she didn't have any fangs. I let out a sigh of relief and walked past her. I couldn't afford to have any Moroi or dhampirs notice me. I'd be reported to the guardians and dragged back to the Academy, only to be expelled again. I had a feeling Lissa wouldn't be too lenient this time.

"Hey!" Somebody called. I continued walked. "Hey!" I felt a hand on my shoulder and whirled around, my hand automatically reaching for the stake that I stashed in my pocket. But it was just the redheaded girl. "What are you doing out here?"

"Excuse me?" I asked in outrage.

"What are you doing out here?"

"What are you doing out here?" She narrowed her eyes at me and I could've sworn I'd seen that look somewhere before.

"I don't like smartasses."

"Then you're gonna hate me."

"I already do." That caught me off guard.

"You don't even know who I am!" I exclaimed.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. I bet I could still take you in a fight." Who had taken me in a fight before? I laughed.

"I doubt it." Then, narrowing my eyes, I told her menacingly, "You don't know who You're messing with."

"Oh, I think I do," she replied simply. That did it.

My fist snapped out and I punched her right in the middle of her pretty face.

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