Wat's up people? New story here. I luv new stories so you better get use to it. Well here's the first chappy.

Chapter 1

My silver hair flew behind as I tried to pick up speed. I could hear them right behind me, still chasing me. I knew if I stopped, they would kill me. My beyblade was in my hand. The last battle I experienced had damaged it, so I can't use it now at this moment.

It's getting hard to see now cause there is no street lights. I see an alleyway and pray there don't notice me run into it. I sighed as they ran past. Then behind me in the alleyway I heard a footstep. I slowly turned around and screamed. A familiar man pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I stepped back as he smirked. Next thing I knew a bang was heard and I screamed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My light purple eyes flew open as I breathed deeply.

"It was only a dream. A fucken dream." I said out loud to no one.

I looked at my clock. 7am. Damn I had school today. My first day here in Japan. I suppose your wondering who I am. My name is Natasha Royds. I am 17 years old and live with my brother and Aunty.

The town I just moved to has a rich part and a poor part. I live in the poor part. Well what can you expect. My whole life has been shit. That dream I just had was a memory from my past. Yes I really was shot. I have a stupid scar on my stomach to prove it. The person that shot me was indeed my father. At the moment he's on the run for murder. That includes murdering my mum. That was 4 years ago. We moved here from Russia to make sure he can't find us. I think he wants to kill me so bad. If I had the guts I would kill him first. During that time four years ago, he raped me and I'll never forget it either.

I decide to finally get out of bed. I walk to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror.

"Damn I look like shit." I muttered to myself.

I headed down to the kitchen to find my brother. Yep there he was. His brown hair visible behind the newspaper.

"Hey dipshit. You mean you can actually read?" I mocked at him.

He put the paper down and stared at me with his dark blue eyes.

"Shut up. Oh my god. You look like shit!" He mocked back.

"Shut it." I replied and headed back to the bathroom for a shower. 15 minutes later I headed back to my

Room dripping wet and started looking for my new uniform. At last I found it. I placed my short, tartan skirt on with my white polo top, which had the school's logo on it. In my opinion, its gay. I brushed my hair and placed it in a rough ponytail. I grabbed my bag and headed down to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast and left for school.

I have to walk to school cause we don't have a car. Oh well. A 20 minute walk won't kill me. At least I don't think.

I cursed as I forgot to put on my wrist bands. I grabbed them from my bag and put them on. It might sound bad but for the last four years I have been cutting myself. I don't give a shit what people think. It's my life, my body so fuck them.

Suicide is a different matter. I won't deny that I haven't tried it. I have and failed. Oh well. Might as well live.

I raised my head as I see my school in front of me. Shit. It's huge and posh. Great. I walked in the gates and head for the office. I entered the office but as I turned the corner, I ran into someone well build. I'm only saying that cause they knocked me straight on my ass. I growled and looked up to see a boy with long black hair that's tied into a ponytail. He smiled and offered me his hand.

"No thanks." I muttered meanly and pushed myself up.

"Sorry. I'm new here. The names Ray." The boy said to me.

I frowned. So this was Ray from the Bladebreakers? I thought nothing more and walked off but as I did I spoke to him once more.

"Watch where you're going."

I have an attitude problem. Get over it.

After getting my timetable, I headed to my first class. Maths. This was going to be a fantasic week. NOT!

I walk in to find the whole class there. Damn I was late. Oh well. The teacher smiled sweetly at me.

"Do you want to introduce yourself?"

I snorted.

"No."

Her smile faded.

"Fine take a seat next to Tyson."

I always play the game. I smiled then looked at her innocently.

"Who's Tyson?"

The class gasped.

The teacher pointed to Tyson, who still had his red hat on.

I smiled.

"Thanks."

I sat down next to Tyson. I ignored the stares from the idiots around me.

The teacher went on with her algebra. Half way through the lesson, I got majorly bored. I scrunched up some paper and chucked it at the teachers head. I nudged Tyson so he looked up. The teacher thought it was him.

"Tyson Granger! Detention."

I sniggered. Tyson looked furious.

The bell went so I grabbed my stuff and walked out. I pushed my way through the students in the hallway and headed out the front. I walked out of the school grounds.

"Stuff the stupid school lessons." I muttered and headed towards the main street.

This fic is quite dark so beware. Please R&R.

Weffie