This is just the intro. You don't have to read it if you don't want too. I just had to start the story out somehow and I didn't feel like explaining this in the action part. Lol.

Intro, the day she died

Amanda walked into a dark room and put her head down on the table. What had she been thinking? Talking back to the teacher like that? She thought back to what her principle had said when she walked into the office for the 15th time. 'One more toe out of line and you will be expelled!' She closed her eyes and wished she wasn't there. She wished she were in some other world some place that would have taken all of her trouble away. Instead she was left swirling down into a dark pit that seemed to twist and tern and never wanted to end until it finally consumed her completely.

"Miss. Darny?" A woman walked into the room. She had short black hair, about chin length and her eyes where a black brown. Her skirt was that of a businesswoman and her jacket seemed much too expensive for the town of Harper, New York. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I'm Ms. Keller. Your teacher said that you where having some trouble in class?" Oh great! A counselor? Just what she needed.

"No, I'm having no troubles. The teacher, Ms. Parker told me that… I was doing badly so…. I talked back." She said it out plain. She had seen a counselor before and they sat there until they heard every single part of the story.

"That's fine dear. I just wanted to know exactly what you are in trouble for?" Amanda looked at her oddly.

"That was it. I didn't have any other troubles. Not in that class." Ms. Keller looked at her more intently and seemed to give a wide smile. She leaned over and put her hand on Amanda's shoulder.

"Now dear, It's wonderful that you told me the truth and I must be going. I hope we have another talk like this soon." Another talk? Amanda hadn't said anything but that she had talked back to the teacher. She was letting her get off Scott free? This week was getting odder and odder.

She reached her locker and opened it pulling out her algebra book along with the sketchpad. She used it to draw in during her classes. Lately it had been hard for her to concentrate. Sometimes she couldn't see the chalkboard and had to rub her eyes to get a picture of it.

When she got to her next class the teacher gave her a tarty slip and told her to sit in her seat. Her friend Anna looked at her oddly and when the teacher wasn't looking placed a note on her desk.

Amanda,

What is your problem? You like keep being late to class and your grades are more horrible than usual. I mean if you really want to keep being popular, you better start doing better. I mean you're already a punk Sleez ball. Why don't you just move to another school and mess up? If you don't wise up soon I'm totally not going to be your friend anymore.

Anna Moore

P.S. Alex and Rylie agree with me.

Amanda looked up from the paper to look at her friends. It had taken forever for them too like her, and now that she was loosing track of time and vision she was going to lose them. Anna Moore, Alexandra Kripit, and Rylie Pike where all staring at her as if she where on their territory. As if she didn't belong and if she made one wrong move they themselves would throw her down the twirling pit of darkness.

After class she went to her locker and put all of her things in it. She had had enough today and decided to skip her most hated class. World History with Miss. Maggot

or Margart, her real name. Amanda grabbed her book bag and waited for the bell to ring that would signal the end of break. She started down the hall to the double doors of her boring school, Mirkwood High.

Getting home wasn't hard. She thought about everything she had to do that day when she got there. She didn't even know she was in the house until she heard the t.v.

"Amanda? Why are you home so early?" Her mother called from the couch in the family room.

"Mrs. Ma- Margart is sick today and they canceled class." Amanda knew this would work exactly as it had every day she had skipped her last class. Her mother would ask a question but completely ignore her answer. The only time she would ever listen was when Amanda didn't answer.

"That's nice hunny."

Amanda walked into the kitchen and pulled out a small bowl of ice cream. She was about to eat it when the phone rang.

"Could you get that?" Her mom called sharply from her seat.

"Yeah!" Amanda got up and grabbed the corded phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, I just wanted you to know that that was the last straw. I can't believe you would do something like that. Skip class when you know you can be expelled, what were you thinking? You know Alex, Rylie, and I have had it up to our necks. Either you straiten out tomorrow or we're done with you." Amanda couldn't believe it. She knew that they weren't really her friends but they where what kept her from being beaten up.

"Just give me some time. I've been a little distracted. There's something that's bothering me and I'll be over it in a little bit."

Amanda heard Anna's shrill annoying voice through the speaker, "Well, whatever is bothering you today, like, better be over with tomorrow otherwise you just lost everything you have." There was click and Anna said no more. Amanda couldn't stand it. She had just moved to Mirkwood about two months ago and was now losing her popularity. No one would like her after what she had done to get into the group. She had spray-painted backpacks, gummed chairs, and told on as many students as possible. Now no one liked her, not even her "friends", and she was failing in all of her classes. She looked down at her ice cream and made a gagging sound. It was gray and as hard as hard as a rock. She tried to pry it out of the bowl but it didn't work so she through the bowl and ice cream away. She proceeded to throw the whole box of ice cream with it.

The next day at school proved to be horrific. She was late to her first two classes and Anna, Alex, and Rylie wouldn't let her sit at the table with them at lunch. She sat at an empty table in the back of the cafeteria trying to eat her sandwich while ignoring laughter and stairs in her direction.

In her 4th class she thought everything might be going okay. She would just skip the next class and get out of the horrid school. When Mrs. Willington, another counselor, walked into the room all thoughts were torn from her head.

"Mrs. Carper? Could I please borrow Miss. Darny?" Mrs. Carper gave her a glare as if to say you take that child out and I will personally suspend your license, but she nodded all the same.

A roar of ooo's came from the class. You think they'd learn by now? Amanda followed Mrs. Willington into the same dark room that she had been sent to earlier. When they reached her desk she gestured to the seat in front of it. Amanda sat down.

"Now I hear that you have been skipping class?" She looked at Amanda with her happy green eyes. "I'm going to have to escort you to your next class." Amanda nearly screamed. She hated that class; anyone who went to it and was happy was insane.

"Now I know that you won't like this since it is the class you have missed for 7 days in a row, but we can't have you skipping it anymore."

When they got to the classroom it proved to be the worst day of her life.

Miss. Maggot gave her evil glares from over the top of the textbook she was pretending to read. Every single class consisted of the class reading a chapter out loud and then doing their homework. A lot of the time the homework didn't even match the chapter that they were on so they had to flip trough the book to try and find something similar to the questions.

After about the fifth time of Amanda looking up at Miss. Margart the teacher was furious. "Please try to read Miss. Darny! If you don't I will be pressured to give you a detention!" Amanda apparently wasn't quick enough to look back down at her book and her teacher started scrawling franticly onto a slip of paper. She got up and walked over to Amanda's desk.

"I will see you today after school!" Amanda looked at the red paper that had her name on it and why she was going to detention.

Not participating in class!? Her anger started to rise. She ripped the paper in half and looked up at her teacher. She stood up and stared her in the eyes.

"There is no class to participate in." she said it through her teeth and almost menacingly, "Even if I did participate in class as you say I wouldn't learn a thing."

"You deserve two more detentions for that! Talking back and tarring up a detention!" Miss. Maggot was practically screaming at this point and the class had been staring unusually quiet at both of them.

"I don't deserve any detentions!" Amanda was being blinded by anger. Maybe she was over reacting, maybe she should have just taken the detention and went but she couldn't stand one more minute with the stupid woman.

"That's another one! How many would you like!?" A student ran out of the room obviously going to tell on both of them.

"I wouldn't like any!" The room became black and she felt her hand hit the desk in front of her hard. When her vision came back half the class was on the other side of the room and her teacher was almost cowering in the corner. When another teacher came barging into the room she, and the student who had told, stopped dead. It took a moment for Amanda to see why.

Her desk was completely stone; her books were stone and suspended in midair as if they had jumped when she had hit her hand to the table. She pulled away from it and looked around. There were students that had wide eyes; others looked as if they hated her, as if she were some alien.

Amanda didn't know what to do but her instinct was to run and get out of there. She ran to her locker first and grabbed all of her things. Spilling books and Sketchpads onto the floor. She grabbed all of it and stuffed it into her backpack. She ran outside and trampled down a grassy hill making a short cut to her house. She barged in the door and saw that her mother wasn't even home yet. She ran to her room and dumped her books out onto her bed. She started pilling clothing into her book-bag and took all of the money she had saved up, 400 dollars. She put her sketchpad and pencils inside the front pocket and ran out of the house.

She went to the woods and sat down in her favorite spot. Amanda Darny was a freak She thought as she ran her hand through her hair. She was one of those monsters that you only heard about on television. She was going to be hated and despised. Amanda curled up and lay there for a long time thinking about everything. Thinking about the whole she was now in, the dark twirling, twisting pit that would soon consume her. She fell asleep thinking nothing, believing nothing.