Welcome To Baker High

Yeah… Mmm-hmm, yet another Hangman's curse fic which I hopefully will stick to. This is IanxOC, just so you know. Read and Review if you'd please!

Chapter One, First Day of School

"Jade, Sasha, get up!"

I yawned and was thankful that I had set up my curtain the night before instead of just throwing it off until later. I don't think I could survive the impact of the sunlight. It's seldom I ever do unpack and set up as soon as I move to a knew place. But then again, I only moved twice in my lifetime.

I stared up at my white ceiling. So boring. I'm going to have to paint my ceiling. I heard a clamor in the room opposite of mine and figured that Sasha was up. He's always up earlier than I am!

Finally after overcoming my 'too lazy to move' state, I hauled myself over to the side and checked in a box labeled clothes. After skimming through some of my wardrobe I finally decided on my outfit of pick and selected my baggy black pants that were just above my ankles, black high collared tank top and black sneakers. I yawned again for the second time that day.

I hummed silently as I walked downstairs and placed myself at the dinner table. I shook my long wavy black hair behind me and grinned wildly, kicking my short legs underneath the table. Being 5'1 isn't easy but someone's gotta do it.

"I called Mr. Gessner and assigned you for mainly art classes." my mom told me as she concentrated on the scrambled eggs she was making. Her lovely straight brown hair hung to her shoulders and I often wonder why I hadn't inherited her hair. But I ended up inheriting my dad's raven hair.

I clicked my tongue, "So what? I'm I learn all my painting and charcoal techniques in one class? No, I don't think so!" I was being sour but I couldn't help it.

My mom shook her head and flipped an egg, "Baker High is just as good, Jay, you'll like it."

I don't think so. My mom only called me Jay when she's uncertain.

My mom knew how upset I was about having to leave my favorite school. Mercrede Arts Conservatory was an excellent school where you were allowed to express yourself and I had so many friends!

I felt a rough hand ruffle my hair and by instinct I slapped the persons arm playfully. My older brother, Sasha sat opposite of me of the round oak table. I already knew the seating order had been arranged for the rest of my life at this moment.

Sasha is very pessimist sometimes but he means the world to me. He turned out lucky, being 5'9 so I'd take it he stole all my growth rights. His longish blond hair usually falls in his icy eyes but my mom often scolds him for that. He wore a lot of black, like me, but it was always hard to tell what kind of shirt he's wearing because he's always wearing a black hoodie. I never got that. He buys 40$ Slipknot shirts, yet no one ever sees them!

After eating breakfast, and fighting with Sasha over the last pancake (which he won at the end) I headed off to school, feeling miffed at the thought of having art class only once a day.

I sighed. At my school, we decided if we wanted to do math or not. I probably have the math smarts of a 14 year old because I hardly took the class!

Dang. I ran my fingers through my wavy black hair. I never dyed it. I was born with black hair and if my hair was a different color, I still wouldn't dye it. It's so… unnatural.

Sasha walked alongside me, eyes downcast, and hands shoved in his pockets. Strands of his hair hung in his eyes, but I can almost swear he can see through it! It's seldom anyone sees his full eyes. He probably does that because the light dust of freckles on his face make him look younger.

The school wasn't too far from my house, only like two blocks and I most definitely didn't mind. I love walks. I have almost too much energy to contain. Damn ADHD…

The school was a bit bigger than I anticipated. That does not begin to justify that its better than Mercrede… I try to rid my head of the thoughts and pushed my self sympathy to the back of my mind. I know the world does not revolve around me… but for God's sake, couldn't it for just 5 minutes?

I walked in the crowded hallways, and I found out that most black wearing kids gave me 'welcome to Hell' glances and I couldn't help but feel they were right.

If I remember correctly… I had science first period, and that's okay, because I'm pretty good with science, which I took in my other school by option. And for second--

….okay, I'm not much of a whiner. But that freaking hurt!

I try to regain my lost breath as I right myself to a sitting position. I figure out what happened in mere seconds.

Another kid, who's like, 5'8 or something like that, kneels and picks up his notebooks, drawings and text books from the ground. When my mind was wafting somewhere up in la-la land, other, we shall call, 'humans', were exposed to my careless oblivion.

…did that make sense? I have a thing for stringing words together and forgetting what I said 1.8 seconds later…

I feel a small blush overcome my pale face and I immediately help him pick up his books. People snicker and point smugly, but they are the least of my problems.

"I am so sorry!" I finally blurt out and stand up, holding a few of hi book. As soon as he picks up the rest of his stuff, he stands up and I get a good look at him. He has piled on the eyeliner, but that would be like the pot calling the kettle black, seeing as my own eye make-up isn't subtle and light. His sort of long black hair is gelled, but mostly his bangs are spiked in front of his black/brown eyes. A small, glinting lip ring is set at the side f his lip.

"No problem." he mumbles as I hand him his books and papers. He looks to the side and stares boredly at some jocks smirking and pointing at us. Needless to say, I was taken a bit off guard when they approached us.

"Got a new girlfriend, Snyder?" Taunts one of them, who had the potential to be cute if he wasn't so smug stated, "sure you won't kill this one this time?"

I felt my blue eyes heat up and my glare was aimed at them all. My head was so hot with temper that I dismissed the 'kill' statement and let my rage pour out into my suppressed calm words, "I don't really think that you can actually become girlfriend/boyfriend with someone you've known for about 57 seconds, actually, and to prove my point, I don't even know his name."

"That's a good thing for you, chick."

"You're such a loser."

The smirked and walked off.

Snyder, as he was called, looked me in the eyes. For a second, I felt inferior, "You got off easy there-"

"Jade."

"-Jade." he gave me another meaningful stare, "You might want to take it easy around them. They let you off the hook there."

He began to walk off. I made a last second call, "Um, hey, what's your name?"

He turned around, "Ian. Ian Snyder."

I scratched the back of my head as the bell rang, "Thanks for the info, Ian Snyder, but I can take car of myself, and forgive me for ease dropping." I paused, "But you're a pretty good artist."

He nodded and I headed for class. What a way to start the first day of school.

Hope you liked it. Sasha is actually a friend from school who is a boy, so I gave him the privilege of being in my fic! Please R&R people, it keeps me updating!

Diligodea