CHAPTER ONE

a/n: 2 things :3 first, each couple of paragraphs has something to do with part of a lyric sang by my chem, second is, I know that they werent actually in school at this moment of their past but what can I say, I like a guy in uniform XD

TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME

The rain bore on endlessly, pounding on the rooftops and turning the side walks and roads into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. Dark grey clouds covered the sky, only letting a few rays of feeble sun slip past the barrier. The monotonous sound of raindrops beating on the side walk blended in with the occasional whoosh of the breeze through the treetops. Everything was bleak, grey and dreary – even the atmosphere. People dressed in heavy coats and bearing large umbrellas walking quickly, not stopping to look at anything or anyone.

This was my life, tired of living and scared of dying. I was drowning in a black aura in which surrounded me, pulling only in the darkness. I don't necessarily want to be happy;i just want to stop being miserable. If that was even possible, I don't know why I am telling you, I cant make anyone understand until I, myself, understand. I entered the rusted green gates, taking in a sigh. I stared at the rather large building, the cream bricks covered in moss. The first thing I noticed was the mass number of teenagers, there eyes full of warning!

I may be a teenager myself, but I have nothing to fear other then my kind. Unruly, disobedient and scary! I passed them cautiously, my hand gripping my bag. I had no idea why I feared them. They just scared the shit out of me! I walked into the open playground, there was hardly anyone here. Just a couple of gangs that dotted around, I decided to walk to the head office so I can get my schedule and hopefully get this day over with!

I scanned the open area, feeling the moist air slide along my skin, flicking my black locks to the right. I turned around, stepping backwards as I found myself in a predicament I wasn't very happy with. In front of me stood a rather chubby jock, he wore the school jumper wth pride, he had a devilish smile on his face. I ust thought to myself "how disgusting" I darent make eye contact, he was so disturbing.

"Why, hello" he winked at me, his voice deep and masculine.

"Excuse me," I tried to push past, my ignorance collided when grabbed my arm and I slapped him. He moved his large arm to the white patch I had managed to mark his face with, I felt like laughing my head off! But his eyes, sharpened. He glared at me, he got his posture back, tightening the grip he had on my wrist. "Get off me!" I yeleld, struggling to get the hand of mine. A cunning grin smiled on his face, I felt even more sick.

"You know, I like feisty. The names Dylan, and yours?" he indicated he wanted an anser by twisting around my arm.

"M-my N-aaaaargh my names!" I fell back in pain as his twist my arm fully, all of a sudden the tightness around my wrist lightened, I'm flinched in fear. Scanning for the jock, only to see him pinned against the wall by a rather good looking fellow.

LOVE IS THE RED ROSE ON YOUR COFFIN

I stared, shock probably written all over my face who was this man? He had raven black hair, he was quite short. But still taller then me he had a nice smile, and a lip piercing. He literally made my heart melt. Who the hell was he! I hadn't realised it but this whole time I had been staring at him, his jet black hair being pushed by the wind, he had his fist clenched around the guys jacket. "Say sorry, its a bit disgraceful for you to be bugging a new student, especially such a beautiful one!" he ordered, the power of his voice made me sweat. I didn't even notice the last comment, but then again I didn't even notice my cheeks deepen into a colour of red.

"No way!" the man rejected, I notice the fists clutch harder against the man. A sweat dripping from his head, the stranger kicked him straight in the balls, the man withered in pain.

"Do I need to ask again?" the man smiled, his smile was mesmorizing!

"S-sorry" he whispered, beginning to crawl away before one last kick. This one I laughed at, my savour turned to me. Giving me a wink as he came forward.

"Hey, the names frank." he smiled again, his eyes focused on my arm, the brown cascade blooming in his eyes examining the mark. "That should probably fade, if it doesn't I'll just kick his ass again."he had a childish laugh. "...This is the part when you tell me your name."

"W-oh right, my name, my names Rhiannon, sorry." I breathed outward, still filled with nervousness. He just laughed at my reaction and made me blush even deeper.

"New kid I'm guessing?" I nodded, too embarrassed to reply properly. "cool. Well imma go back ove there now, maybe when e next see eachother you'll be more chatty." he began to walk off, once I was sure he was out of range I grroaned.

"rhiannon.. you are so-"

"Before I go, the reception is over there" I smiled back, and headed towads the two massive doors...

THE AWFUL NAMES THAT THEY STICK, YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FIT IN MUCH KID

As soon as I entered, I could feel the arrogant stares of teachers. I hated being the new kid! I walked up to a desk, in which, a crooked women stood, she peered through her glasses. Tutting? "New kid I'm guessing..." she sighed reaching for a sheet, "then i'll let you off" I raised my eye-brow questionably.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe done anythign wrong...yet." I said, probably emphasizing the word 'yet' way too much. She peered through the dainty glasses that hung at the end of her nose, her eyes were boring and old.

"HA! Have you seen the way you are dressed, at this school we take pride in our looks and knowledge." I looked don, my appearance was rather lazy. My top button was undone allowing my school tie to dangle freely, the jumper around my waist, and my skirt fitting my figure perfectly then opening wider, I suppose some people would find the skirt rather short, perhaps too short, my bag was flung over one shoulder before resting at my side. On it printed 'SHIT HAPPENS' to me those words describe life perfectly!

"Whats wrong with it?" I shrugged, smiling innocently.

"Whatever, don't say I warned you." she huffed, handing me the pink piece of paper, I scanned it. On it was my time table. "Your form room is in.." she scanned the computer screen "B12" I looked at her awkwardly. I had to cough to get her to notice I was still there, she scrunched up her face, "Go up the stairs, turn right and on the left side you will see a door, on it ill be a piece of plastic with B12 inscribed on it, did you get that lovey." I did another angelic smile and went on my way, not before turning back to see her rotten hair fall freely onto her back, then putting my middle finger up and maturely sticking my tongue out. I then carried on through the corridor, I passed an empty room with mirrors. I couldn't resist but do a quick check.

My skin was as pale as ever, my eyes covered in black eyeliner, my lips shimmering in the light of the room. My hair still puffy at the top and the long black strands straightened flowing down to my chest, I ran my finger through the red strands that glittered, feeling the hair sprays hardened moisture on my head. I looked at my watch, managing to be 5 minutes late was a record time. Usually I was about 30, oh well. Through the corridors I was called many things, the most common being 'emo' and 'goth'. I wasn't really bothered, I would rather be a emotional wreck then a chav.