a/n: i will make a real effort to add to this, maybe once a fortnight. on harry potter's honour.

harry: first off, you lose nothing if you don't update! secondly, this isn't even my story!

me: ah, shut up and go back to saving the world. say, isn't that voldemort behind you?

harry: WHA- (muffled protests)

me: finally. you were getting irritating

"Cass! Wait up!"

I whipped around to see who my follower was, rolling my eyes when I found that it was my best friend. Ah, maybe a friend. Actually, more of an acquaintance. Didn't her name start with a "t"?

"C-Cass! I- I saw you forgot this in school. Hope it wasn't important?"

When I saw it was a piece of (gods above) homework, I rolled my eyes.

"T- T-"

"Tameira, Cass!"

"Okay. Tameira, do you mind if I call you Tammy?"

"Yeah, sur-"

"Okay, Tammy. Thanks."

Then I bestowed one of my most winning smiles on her.

Tammy blushed and sprinted back to school.

Oh, hi. Didn't notice you there. I'm Cassia Lucifer. Yes, last name means devil. Funny enough for you?

I'm fifteen, my dad's a doctor and my mum does not exist in my life. She walked out once I was born. Don't be sympathetic to me on that count. If she could leave my dad, who's pretty much the most amazing father a girl could ask for, she wasn't worth peanuts.

And then... I have red hair, blue/green eyes and I look pretty, I guess. My classmates are all over me about how naturally beautiful I am. That sort of crap is why I wish I wasn't at Buford's Academy for the Gifted in the first place.

So, my school. Buford's Academy for the Gifted (short name: bag) is quite upscale. By that, I mean that it actually serves half-decent cafeteria food, has nice new desks without ancient gouges proclaiming NA "heart" CL.

All the desks actually have recent gouges proclaiming whoeverthehell "heart" idon'tcaredammit.

See the sparkling difference? I know I don't!

BAG is actually a really expensive school to get into. Lucky for me, my brains earned me full scholarship. Which will expire in three months, but let's not dwell on that now. Seeing as the scholarship is only once every four years to a particular person... I'll need to do something.

You might be asking how rich my family, or dad, is. I guess we're reasonably well-off. Not enough to guarantee a place in BAG, though. Thus my dilemma.

Wait, you want to know about T- gods, forgot her name again. So you want to know about the hero-worship the girl showed me just now? Well, I'm kind of a legend in the school. MY legendary makeup skills are no laughing matter. Most of the girls I know are complete bitches. Stupid, too. The only way to ingratiate yourself with them is to a) be rich b) do them a fabulous service c) blackmail them. Until now, I've kept my head low by doing both b) and c). Honestly, I don't know how I learned it but makeup is like breathing to me. By one look at whoever's paying me (yes, I do not work free), I can tell what they need.

I love being skilled.

There's also this funny thing I discovered a few months ago. When a girl (or a boy with too much cosmetic work, but Ive never experienced that) upsets me, I do things to her face. Ugly, pimply things that seem to appear when I wish them to.

I have flawless skin. My mother, for all her lackings, had good genes.

All in all:

I'm a girl.

I'm pretty.

I have no mum that I know of.

I work on full scholarship at BAG.

I have magic makeup skillz :P
(sorry, I couldn't resist that)

I'm fifteen.

That concludes my introduction!

Anything else?

No? Okay. Goodbye for now.

revised 10/08

if i'd known how wrong i was...

let's just say i wouldn't be so happy.

a/n: easter egg alert.

anyway. woot first chapter UP.

and now to finish the next three.