Chapter 1 Introductions

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Rae groaned and buried her face in her pillow. She wrenched an arm out of the tangle of bed sheets and slammed her hand on to her nightstand. Her hand impacted with the polished furniture but only to find that her prey was missing. Rae raised her head an inch and spotted the devious device on her desk, ringing mockingly as it sat.

With her free hand, she expertly threw her pillow at the alarm clock. With a dull thud and a loud crash, it fell to the ground. She fell back with a smug grin on her face but quickly sobered up when she heard a yell from downstairs,

"That's the last alarm clock alarm you're getting, young lady."

Groaning, Rae untangled herself from the spider web of bed sheets and stumbled into the bathroom. She freshened up and grabbed a brush started to gently brush her unyielding jet - black waves of hair that fell a little past her shoulder blades. Rae actually found her face uninteresting. A few freckles scattered around her nose and the only eye catching features were, quite literally, her eyes. They were an odd shade of cyan blue. They looked out of place in the face framed by black wavy hair.

"They looked a lot better on Mom's face." Rae thought.

She jumped into a pair of jeans, a plain blue shirt and a black and silver hoodie. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She wanted chop it off but her Aunt would never let her, saying she looked adorable that way.

She rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast table, was her Uncle. He was middle aged with chestnut hair and cyan colored eyes like hers. This was her Uncle Brian. He looked up, gave her a smile and said good morning.

Rae gave a half-hearted smile but didn't reply. She didn't find anything good about the morning.

"Good morning"

Rae heard another behind her. She turned to face her Aunt Kelly. Aunt Kelly was a petite woman, still in her thirties with golden hair, dark green eyes and, unlike Rae; she had a lot of freckles.

"You look like a zombie. Didn't you sleep well, Rae?" asked Aunt Kelly, a little concerned.

"No, bad dream." Rae replied as she grabbed a bowl and some cereal.

"What was it about?" she asked.

"I can't remember. I forgot as soon as I woke up."

"Then how d 'you know it was a bad dream?" her confused Aunt asked.

"You know the sick feeling in your stomach when get into a bad alley, that's how." Rae replied.

"Oh, then look on the bright side, since it was a bad dream, at least you forget about it."

"Yeah, you shouldn't trouble yourself with it anymore." assured Uncle Brian from the back of the newspaper.

Rae said nothing. She quickly finished her breakfast, grabbed her backpack and headed out.

SLAM.

"Bye, Aunt Kelly."

"Take care, Rae." She replied and drove off.

I turned and started to walk towards a large brick building. This is Bridget High school. My name is Alice Rae Carter; you can call me Alice if you have a death wish. I'm sixteen years old and I am dyslexic and I have a pretty bad case of ADHD, so to speak. Anything else I've left out. Oh, yeah. I guess I should tell you how it works here in Bridget, Also known as the School of Clans. Around of 99.99% of the girls of my school in here belongs to a clan. There's the Cheer Girl's clan (there has to be one of those), The Blood Suckers (Brain Suckers more like, they are basically every vampire fan girl's dream clan. No offense), The Library Lover's and the list goes on.

Me? Well, I was invited to the Outsider's Clan, they're a crazy bunch. Not your regular pack of girls wallowing in self pity and lancing themselves with a knife. No, we got those in the Gothic Emotion Clan and Loner clan. Another thing is clan wars. You don't wanna get involved in those Once you get caught in one of them, you can't get out. Correction, you can never get out.

But my clan never ever gets involved with any fights, that's what I like about them. The clan was created for girls who just don't like getting involved in these fights. For girls who were extremely lazy, basically me. We had a different name a long time ago but people from outside of our clan started calling us "The Outsiders" because we were rarely ever involved with any sort of event so we just kinda went with it. The poor boys of our school are lost in its politics.

Moving on. I walk through the bustling crowd to my locker, occasionally waving at my friends. I reached my home room and moved towards my seat near the windows only to see that it was already occupied by someone. That person was a girl with tied back honey blonde hair with her face buried in a book about old architecture.

I grabbed the nearest person and asked, "Hey, who the hell is that girl?"

Unfortunately, the person I grabbed, turned out to be none other than Pamela Austen, my class's resident cheerleader. She, how can I put it, is annoying, prissy, shrewd, stuck up, a pain in the ass, simple words cannot describe my hatred towards her.

Whoa, I let my hate take over. Seriously, this ADHD is going to get me killed. Pamela sneered at me and said, "You're really slow aren't you, Darling. I guess that's what comes from being a part of the loser clan."

Take a deep breath, Rae. Rule number one: No picking fights. I had that one drilled into my brain by our clan chief, after I almost started a clan war. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Amelia, another Outsider and asked her the same question.

She looked at me strangely and said, "She's been here for four months and do you even know her name?!"

"Wait a sec." I stopped her, "Four months?! I've never seen her in my life." I continued, now extremely confused.

"Rae, I know get distracted easily. But this is the impossible." Amelia said with a frown.

"Okay, wait, wait, and at least tell me her name." I said with a sigh.

"Her name's Annabeth Chase, she's really nerdy and she's our newest member.

"SAY WHAT?!"