This is my first fic, revised because it was pretty bad, so I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teens Titans, but I do own Sam

Part 1: Meeting The Titans

Sam woke up on Tuesday morning to the sound of her clock radio going off; it was playing Delta Goodrem's 'Out Of The Blue'
"Arghh, GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" She yelled and slammed the clock against the wall.
"Nnnh, I don't wanna get up." She said to no one, because as usual, she was alone in the house.

Even though she didn't want to, she rolled out of bed, with a thud onto the floor. She picked herself up and walked down the hall into the shower. The hot water woke her up and as she was washing her hair, she thought about the day ahead. If she went to school, she would have double Art, Maths, English, Music and Science. She decided to go for Art, leave during recess and would either have English and Music, or come back at the end of lunch and just have Music. She decided to see how art went before she decided what other subjects she went to.

When she got out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked back to her bedroom.
"Hmm, what do I want to wear today?" She asked herself as she looked at her wardrobe. She looked at all her clothes and decided on her usual; black jeans with a spike belt and chains and her black top with the fishnet sleeves. To add to the outfit, she put a spiked cuff on her left wrist and two chains on her right. She pulled a spiked collar on around her throat to finish off.

She went back to the bathroom and towel dried her black hair. Once it was dry, she pulled it up into a high pony, but left out two bits at the front that covered her eyes. Then she walked downstairs for breakfast. After looking through the fridge and pantry for some food, Sam decided on toast with butter and a cup of caffeine- free tea (She doesn't like caffeine, it wakes her up and makes her hyper). While eating breakfast, she put on the radio and listened to the news headlines;
"And in other news, the police still haven't been able to catch the hoodlums that have been aggravating the city for the past few weeks. They do, although have a lead that it is a group of teenage children, and so Special Forces have been sent around to all schools to try and scout out the culprits."
"Looks like that group is doing more mischief than they thought." Sam said.

After she had eaten and put everything away, she went up to her room to pack her bag, grabbing her black satchel she put in it; her sketch book, charcoal, pencils, eraser, sharpener, music book, and song book. She walked over to her desk and grabbed her mobile and wallet. She looked in her wallet to see how much money she had on her, $20.
'That should be enough.' She thought.

Lastly, she grabbed her cloak, which had been draped over a chair; she put it on and pulled the hood over her head, covering her face (she always wears something to cover her face when she goes out, as she doesn't like people seeing her face).

She now had everything she needed for the day, she looked at the clock, the time was 8:30, school started in 20 minutes, so she decided to leave now, it only took her 5 minutes to get to school, but she wanted to be there early today so she could make sure that no one took her seat in art.

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Sam arrived at school with ten minutes to spare because she had walked slowly. As she reached the gate, she took a look at all of the groups; there was the preps, who always wore pink and lots of make-up, they were the most popular group in school and everyone wanted to be part of their group. They were a pretty nice group…when they wanted to be, but if you got in their bad books, you were definitely in danger. Unfortunately, Sam was in their bad books and it was all because she had taken Whitney's (the leader) seat in class and wouldn't move from it when she told her to. It didn't really bother Sam though, they were bitches and as much as they threatened her, she never took any notice because they never went through with them.

Then there were the punks; they were the people who had piercings everywhere, smoked, wore their pants down at their knees (literally) and never did any work. Sam didn't mind them, they ignored her and she ignored them, that's how she wanted it.

Before she could look around at anyone else, the bell rang. Sam hated pastoral and she hated her teacher even more, so she just went straight to the art rooms. When she got there, she was happy to see that there was no one else in there. She walked up to her usual seat, which was at the very back of the room on the left hand corner.

When the bell for first period went, people walked into the art rooms. Seeing Sam there, they all went and sat at different tables no one would sit at the same table as her, they were all too scared of her. She liked sitting by herself, it meant that she didn't have to talk to anyone and pretend to be interested in what they were saying.

Suddenly someone dropped their things on the table and sat opposite her, she looked up to see five people (if you could call them that) one appeared to be part human and part robot, another was wearing a mask (he looked human at least), one was wearing a hood, so she couldn't see what they looked like, one had red hair and green eyes and the last one had green skin.
'Green skin? Now I've seen everything.' She thought sceptically, out loud she said;
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like we're doing? We're sitting here." The one in the
hood said in a monotone voice. Sam just glared at them and said;
"Go find somewhere else. This is where I sit."
"Well too bad, because we're sitting here now too." The girl in the robe said again, Sam just continued to glare at her.

"All right class, get out your VAPD's (art book) we have been asked to make a class collage to hang in the library, so I would like you to draw something that you would be proud to have shown to the rest of the school." The teacher, Miss Wales said. Sam pulled out her book and thought for a minute. She was about to start when Miss Wales said;
"Oh I almost forgot! Class, today we have five new students, please welcome Raven, Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Robin."

Everyone gasped and started turning around and looking at the five people sitting at the back desk.
'What are they so shocked about?' She thought 'They're just some new students, geez; it's not that big of a deal.'
"Sam, would you please get some VAPD's for them." Miss Wales said. At the mention of her name, Sam looked up, and glared at the teacher, she knew that Sam hated doing anything to help her out, but for once she didn't complain, she liked going into the store rooms, they were filled with lots of great art things, so as she picked up five VAPD's, she grabbed a packet of oil pastels and water colour paints and put them in her cloak.

Sam put the books down on the desk then went and sat down. She started her drawing, it was a fallen angel whose wings were broken and black, she was chained to a crucifix that was covered in thorns, blood was dripping from her wrists and there was a black fire behind her. Underneath this Sam had written 'If God Is My Saviour, Why Isn't He Here Now?'

"Wow, deep picture." Someone said next to her, she looked up to see the boy with the mask on looking at her picture.
"What's it to you?" Sam said in a menacing voice
"Nothing, I just think that it's deep, and I'll tell you why God isn't here now, it's because he saves your soul, not your body, so you have to wait till you die before he saves you." He replied
"Right. And I care about that why?" Was her reply.

There was something familiar about this guy, but Sam couldn't think what. Rather than worry about it, she just pushed it to the back of her mind and had a look at what the rest of the new students were doing.

The one in the mask was drawing an orange and black mask that had been smashed in half, the girl in the hood was drawing a raven, the girl with the red hair was drawing flowers, the robot was drawing a car and the green one was drawing animals.

Just then, the bell rang. Sam packed her bag and got up. She was just about to leave when someone tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around and the masked guy was standing there. He put his hand out and said;
"Hi, my name's Robin, and these are my friends, Starfire (the redhead), Raven (the one in the hood), Cyborg (the robot) and Beast Boy (the green one). But you probably knew that anyway, Sam was it?"
She ignored his hand and looked at each of them as he pointed to them.

"Yeah my name's Sam, so? And no I didn't already know who you were. Why would I?" She replied
"WHAT? You don't know who we are!" The one named Beast Boy screamed
"No I don't, should I?" She asked in a bored voice.
"Well yeah, actually you should." He said
"Right, well I don't, so who are you?" She asked
"We're the Teen Titans!" He said proudly
"Uhuh, who?" She asked again
"You know, the Teen Titans, we're super heroes." Cyborg said
"Right, well that would explain why I have no idea who you are." She said
"What do you mean?" Beast Boy asked
"I hate super heroes, and I don't know who any are, which is why I don't know who you are." She replied.

Sam was just about to walk off when Robin asked,
"Why don't you like super heroes, they save the planet and make it a safe place for people to live in."
"Yeah, plus they ruin families and cause people to break promises." She said with venom in her voice, with that, she put her bag on her shoulder and walked out.

"Dude, what was that about?" Beast Boy asked
"I have no idea." Robin replied, he thought about something for a moment,
"Nah, it couldn't be." He said
"What was that?" Raven asked
"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about something, that's all." Was his reply.

Sam sat on the brick wall surrounding the park; she had her sketch book out and was drawing the Teen Titans.
"Why? How?" She asked herself
"Why did it have to be him? I thought I had finally gotten rid of every trace of him! I transferred schools. I got rid of all his photos! Why can't I get rid of him? I don't want anything to do with him ever again, not after what he did to me." She said angrily.

She looked down at her picture, she had drawn all of the Titans in the order that she thought they would stand in when they were surrounding some villain. From left to right, there was Beast Boy, Starfire, Robin, Cyborg and Raven. She closed her book and looked down at her watch, it was 12:00–maths would have just started. Sam decided to go shopping.

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Sam walked into her favourite book shop; it had heaps of really good books, so she decided to go browsing through the horror section. As she was reading the titles, she came across one that interested her Tithe, she picked it up and read the blurb, liking the sound of; she decided to buy the book. Sam walked out and went under a tree at the park. She opened the book and started reading it.

An hour later, Sam looked at her watch, 1:00, she had 20 minutes to get back to school before lunch ended, she had missed English, but she didn't mind all that much anyway. She put the book into her bag and headed back to school.

She got there just as the bell rang, so she walked slowly to class, it didn't really matter if she was late, Miss Wagg, never cared much. When she got there, Sam was amazed to see Beast Boy in her class. Thankfully, the other Titans weren't in it as well. She walked over to her desk, which just happened to be next to his.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed at him through her teeth.
"Having a music class, what do you think?" He answered sitting back on his seat with his hands behind his head.

For the next 50 minutes, Sam did her best to ignore Beast Boy, but it was kind of hard because every few minutes, he would look over her shoulder and try and read the song she was writing.
"What are you writing?" Beast Boy asked me for the millionth time
"For the millionth time Beast Boy…IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS" She replied, getting really angry now.
"You know, if you just told me what you were writing, I'd stop bugging you." He said matter-of-factly
"Well I don't want you to know, so stop bugging me anyway coz I'm not going to tell you." Came her answer.

Finally the bell rang, and Sam dashed for the door, unfortunately as soon as she got out, someone stepped in front of her, she didn't see them, so she ran straight into them and fell on the ground.

"Sorry about that, here, let me help you up." The person said. Sam was just about to take their hand when she looked up and saw Robin standing there.
"I don't need your help." She said angrily. She quickly stood up, brushed herself off, picked up her bag and walked off. She left in such a hurry, that she didn't realise that her song book had fallen out of her bag.

Well, that was the first chapter to my fic, I hope you all liked it and please rememeber to review. If you want to flame you can do that as well, but please be sure to read the message below BEFORE flaming me

A MESSAGE TO ALL FLAMERS/POTENTIAL FLAMERS: STOP FUCKING FLAMING ME! No, these flames do not offend or hurt me in any way; they just piss me off because none of you ever have anything original to say in your flames. Ok, I realise you don't like the fact that I'm a goth punk, too bad. And just to let you know, I NEVER said that you had to be goth to be wiccan, and I never said you had to be wiccan to be goth, so I have no idea where the hell you got that idea from. Oh yeah, and to you people who tell me to get a life, I do have a life, and I obviously have more of a life than you, because I don't spend my time sending flames to someone that are all basically the same. One more thing, I DO NOT, AND NEVER WILL TAKE DRUGS! So don't ever go and tell me to take drugs, you fuckers don't even know the first thing about me, so don't just straight away assume that coz I'm goth, that I take them. And just to let you know, barely any goths actually take drugs, they might over in America, but here in Australia, close to none do them, and those of those who do, take them for what ever reason they want, but it isn't because of their stereotype! So from now on, IF YOU'RE GOING TO FLAME ME, COME UP WITH AN ORIGINAL FUCKING IDEA!

Later, BlackGothFaerie