Okay, so, I'm going to take a shot at a fanfic!
I'm not a very good writer, and anything I've written in the past has either been for school or was crack.
Hopefully I can write something for serious this time?
Oh well.
Just a note- the other chapters will be much longer than this I swear, this is just an intro.
I actually plan to make this a longfic I think it's called?
Somewhere around 20-30 Chapters if I can keep up with it that long.

At any rate, enjoy(hopefully)!

~acrylicPsycho

The bell rings.

Here we go again.

That's the thought on the mind of everyone in this goddamn hellhole.

But none more so than yourself.

You're sixteen, in your third year of high school, and tired of the same thing, day in and day out.

You have a few friends in your year.

Your best friend, Jane Crocker, being the heiress to a fucking big ass company which you happen to hate, is kind and sweet and a little dorky.

Another one of your friends is Jake English, a really hot guy with a thick British accent that doesn't seem to know when he crosses the line from being funny to being a complete dweeb.

Last, but not least, you have Dirk Strider, who is the closest thing you have to a sassy gay friend, but replace 'sassy' with 'ironic cool kid'.

Those three, over time, have been the main factors in molding you into who you are today.

Your mom is absent for the most part, and you rely on your friends and several cats(though the only real one you have is Frigglish, the rest are encased in ice and mutant, as well as, frankly, looking quite fake) for any social activities.

You're a developing alcoholic, and you know it, though you claim you just drink for fun, even though you are drunk out of your mind most of the time.

You find that, sometimes, drinking is the only escape from the problems you have on a daily basis.

School-wise, you are considered to be on a higher class than a lot of people, as well as Dirk, and you two have brought Jake and Jane halfway up the social ladder with you.

Everyone wants to hang around with the cool kids, but you're just fine with real friends who don't want to be around you just because everyone else wants to be.

You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, but you somehow manage to get by, every year, with passing grades, in every class. It surprises even you.

Though it's probably only because Jane does her best to help you(meaning she lets you copy off her whenever possible, and Dirk makes sure no one finds out).

Very rarely does someone decide to go out of their way to put you down, but when they do, the Striders take the liberty of stepping in.

Their presence alone usually makes anyone with half a brain back off, but they've taken suspension after suspension and detention after detention to take care of anyone who "needs to learn who the fuck they're dealing with".

Despite all that, every time it happens, you die a little inside.

You still try to make the best of being in this pit of never-ending despair, though.

You've got your friends, you're moving forward, and there's nothing in your way but the odd speed bump, and those meld into the pavement after a few drinks.

Then everything is happy and wonderful again, and you have the time of your life.

Your name is Roxy Lalonde, and you're stuck in the bloody shitstorm hell's gate called school.

What will you do?