Billie sat quietly at her desk, secretly wishing all her classmates would die. Except for her best friend Lane, who sat across the room. Curse the teacher and his alphabetical seating chart. That was one of the many down sides of her last name being Zittier, aside from the obvious, she were always the last in everything. But, since wishes don't come true, they continued breathing, and squawking.

"Oh my god! Can you believe what Jeremy did last night? He was SO wasted!" a particularly annoying blonde screeched to the girl sitting beside her. Billie closed her eyes and placed two finders on her temples. How the hell did I get here?!

Billie remembered the day she requested to be put in that class, how seriously deranged she was…

"Ms. Laylow?" Billie said in her kindest voice.

"What class would you like to change?" Ms. Laylow's voice sounded bored.

"Well, I have AP US History this year."

"Get on with it Zittier," Billie cringed at the use of her last name.

"I want out."

"You're not the first," Ms. Laylow said in a jaded tone. She continued to press random buttons on her computer until she printed out a schedule and handed it to Billie, "Have fun."

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Her therapist may have argued that wishing everyone death was a little harsh. Billie begged to differ. Why did these puerile beings deserve life? What did they do to contribute to society? Absolutely nothing. Their only accomplishment in life is to occupy space. Space that could be occupied by much more worthy people.

"What are you thinking?" her best friend startled her. When Mr.Dunlap wasn't paying attention, Lane had switched seats with the brunette who had formerly been speaking to the blonde. Perhaps the brunette found the blonde just as annoying as Billie did.

"I just wish they would all die. Every last one of them."

"Not this again, Billie…"

"Oh come on"

"Bill, you know it starts out innocently enough, then it ends up like it did last time…"

"Lane, will you shut up?" Billie snapped, "This has nothing to do with what happened last time, okay?" Billie understood where Lane was coming from; she didn't want to repeat what happened before. But what happened was in the past, and Billie intended to leave it there.

Lane continued as if Billie hadn't said anything, "I thought you talked to your therapist about this kind of stuff…"

"Beeeeep!" The bell sounded as Billie smiled saved by the bell. The entire class filed into the hallway, the sound of lockers clanging and chatting teens filled Billie's ears.

"Bobby…d-don't…please…" Billie turned to see Bobby Bones, who was undoubtedly the largest football player she had ever seen, back poor little Andrew Lynn into a row of lockers.

"Did you do it?" The football player asked Andrew with a threatening tone.

"I-I didn't have much time…"

"I didn't ask if you had time!" Bobby pushed the Asian into the row of lockers, and snatched his shirt before lifting the small freshmen off the ground, "did you do it or not?!"

"Bobby," Billie said carefully, easing through the crowd so as to be next to the football player.

"Wadda ya want, Zittier? I'm in the middle of something." Bobby didn't loosen his grip on Andrew, whose face had turned pale.

"Why don't you let Andrew go? Look, he's scared out of his mind, isn't that all you want? You wouldn't want to hurt the little guy."

"He owes me something, " Bobby growled, tightening his hold on Andrew.

"What are you doing?" Lane hissed, after working her way through the crowd and to Billie.

Billie ignored Lane, "Put him down." Billie's voice was firm.

"Aw…does little Zitty want to save her boyfriend?" Bobby snorted.

Billie laughed, "Last chance…" her voice was menacing, "you'll regret not letting him go."

"Please don't hurt me Zitty!" Bobby laughed sarcastically still tightening his grasp on Andrew.

"You've done it." Billie said mildly striding up to Bobby and shoving him violently causing him to drop Andrew to his feet. Bobby staggered for a moment before lunging at Billie, pushing her into a row of lockers. Billie could not truthfully say that what happened after that was her fault. Bobby had provoked her and when provoked, she lost control. Billie seized Bobby's hand and twisted his arm behind his back. She kicked the backs of his knees causing him to fall to the floor. Billie heard several frantic gasps from her fellow students. Satisfied, the furious girl leaned in to whisper, "apologize to Andrew." Billie's breath was hot on Bobby's neck.

"Say it!" Billie hissed into Bobby's ear, ignoring his struggles.

"Sorry," Bobby panted so quietly it was almost unintelligible.

"I didn't hear that!" Billie tightened her grip, "say it loud."

"Sorry!" Bobby shouted in submission, Billie smirked as she released him. Bobby jumped to his feet and started towards his enemy. "Why I otta…"

Billie flicked her wrist in such a smooth, fluid, and fast motion that nobody saw what happened, "You otta get out more...I mean, come on, you've got footballs on your boxers?"

"Wha-?"Bobby looked down and saw that his pants were around his ankles. Mortified, he scrambled to pull them up and get out of the scene as fast as he could.

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"Billie! I cannot believe that you did that! Someone could have seriously gotten hurt!" Billie laughed at Lane while Lane's face remained stern.

"Look Lae, it was no big. He got what he deserved-"

"But-"

"-And there's no way that he could have beat me up."

"I didn't say that I was worried about you. Stop getting yourself into fights, even if it is to help other people. You're just lucky that no teachers saw, you could be on your way to be suspended."

Billie laughed uneasily, "yup, real lucky." There was no way that she was going to tell Lane that she knew that there weren't any teachers around. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. It was like an unwavering truth, it was as clear to her as the fact that the sun comes out in the day and the moon at night. This new sense somewhat surprised her, she knew about her other powers, super speed and super strength, but she hadn't known about this… intuition.

"Shoot, Bill, we're gonna be late for class!" Billie looked up to see that the hallway was almost empty.

After the two hurried to their respective classes, Billie to English, and Lane to physics, Billie automatically walked to her seat, set her books down and prepared to be harassed.

"Good day, class," Mr. Naltu, exclaimed, clapping his hands together in an over-the-top gesture, "today, we get to learn about pronoun antecedent agreement! Pay attention! We might have a quiz next class!" As the class groaned, Mr. Naltu eagerly began lecturing about the use of "his or her" instead of "their."

Instead of taking notes like the rest of the class, Billie doodled on her binder.

"Is that supposed to be a horse? It looks more like a hippogri…er…hippo" A deep voice startled her, causing her to jump and add a horn to the horse's forehead, which made it look more like a unicorn.

"Ha ha," Billie retorted as she looked up to see a freckle-faced teenager .with shoulder length red hair, instinctively she grinned, "you like it?"

The red haired boy laughed, "I'm Fred." Fred offered his hand, "and you are…?"

"Billie," Billie responded lightly, grasping his hand and shaking it firmly.

"Ah, class, we have a new student!" Mr. Naltu smiled enthusiastically, resting a hand on Fred's shoulder and leading him to the front of the classroom.

"This is Fred Weasley!" Mr. Naltu exclaimed to the class, "he is an exchange student from a private school and he has come here on the recommendation of the minister himself!"

The students were clearly not as enthused as the teacher, "let us welcome him with a hearty round of applause!"

Billie smiled at Fred's look of shock, Mr. Naltu tended to horrify new students.

The teacher smiled confidently while watching the class give their apprehensive applause.

"S-sir…" Fred said uneasily, "can I sit now?"

"Ah! Yes Mr. Weasley! Why don't you sit next to Ms. Zittier? And I'm sure she will be happy to be your student guide!" Billie was always the new student's guide; every teacher knew that she was a person that a new student could relate to, because she always felt like a new student. Billie always felt like an outcast, she always felt different. That was because she was.

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Alright, so I know it sucks. But more fred and george to come, and that's all that matters, right? Cus fred and george are the most awesome characters ever!
I've been longing to write a fanfiction about them for a while now, and finally, I have! I have a bunch more of this written, but I have to type it up if I wanna post it online. Just figured I might like a little feedback – to see what people thought…so why don't you review? I'd love you forever :)

And don't you just love the alphabet?

Anyway, I hope you liked it, and if not, I really don't care. In fact, why don't you give me a review telling me how much you hated it and why? I'd love you forever too!

Thanks for reading.

Nallybaba