"Wake up in the morning feelin like P-" The alarm clock was hurled into the wastebasket across the room.

"Shit." I muttered out from the pillow. I rolled onto my back and hopped out of bed. The cold chill was felt through my mickey mouse pajamas, courtesy of the insufficient lack of heating in my room.

I walked across the room, hoping that I hadn't thrown my phone too hard. And...nope...it's shattered...Well I'm never going to use my phone as an alarm clock ever again. Or that phone in particular.

I yawned and headed towards the bathroom, well I was already up and awake anyway. Besides, I wanted to start adding lyrics to that tune. After I got hot cocoa first of course. I mean, this boarding school was in the center of the city, there had to be a Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks somewhere.

I stumbled into the bathroom, from the lack of sleep I'd had. When I had gotten here at three'o' clock I hadn't wanted to do anything but curl up and conk out on the bed, which was quite soft by the way. Now, I took a look around me. The room wasn't much, just plaid carpeting and brown walls. The bathroom wasn't much different either. Tiled flooring, and light brown walls, a toilet, shower, and sink.

You know, the necessities of human life.

After brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower, I got dressed into red and black plaid sweatpants, a baggy tourist sweater that said The Metropolitan Museum on it, and slipped on my dull blue contacts before donning my black glasses.

I had no desire to be noticed or stared at in my other school, I knew first hand what popularity did to people. I wasn't going to put myself through that again. I only had one goal here, and that was to stay unnoticed. But at least the glasses weren't fake, I actually did need them.

I plugged my ear buds in, started my play list on my iPod and slipped it into my pocket.

I grabbed my wallet on the way out, I didn't have to worry about my wavy hair, it usually stayed straight after showers for a couple of hours and I would be back before then.

I walked briskly towards the exit of the campus, still half asleep, it was what-? Seven right now? So that was about...four hours of sleep. Four friggin hours of sleep. All due to my parents business meeting. Life sucks.

Suddenly, something crashed into me from behind and I would have fallen face first onto the ground if I had not kept my hands out. What the hell?

I turned around, ready to start complaining, but whatever I was gonna say caught in my throat.

Well aren't you a looker.

The boy was gorgeous, wavy dirty blond hair, a strong jaw, with a killer body. Strong muscles rippled in his arms as he held himself above me with ease, and I could safely bet the rest of him was as gorgeous as the top half. But the most startling and beautiful part of him, were his eyes. Striking and electrical, harsh, and intense.

What the hell? I sounded like a boy crazy, nerdy pervert. Stop thinking Cynthia, stop thinking now!

He shot me a cocky smirk like he knew what I was thinking, "You gonna apologize?" Mmmm, even his voice was deep and sexy.

Wait-what?

The little jerk wanted me to apologize?

"For what? Existing?" I said angrily， why did the lookers always have to have crap personality and attitude. "Arrogant bastard," I muttered out loud.

He sat up, straddling my stomach, and settled his weight onto me.

His eyes turned dark from anger as he stared at me unnervingly. "Want to repeat that?"

"Not really, since you look like you're going to beat me up if I do." I answered as truthfully as I could. I couldn't stop myself adding, "Though if you wanted to kill me, you could just sit on me for a couple more seconds. It should do the trick.＂

"Did you just imply that I'm fat?"

"No, I just implied that you are very fat, there's a difference, even if you're not smart enough to see it yet."

He got off me, and I thought for a second that he might finally leave, but he hauled me to my feet. Not ｔｏｏ gently at all if I might add. "Apologize, right now."

"No friggin way." I responded, I couldn't believe he was that arrogant to think I could be bullied into something.

He shoved me against a coincidentally close tree, elbow against my throat. "I have killed someone before," his voice was low and threatening, " so don't think that I would hesitate, for even a second to put a knife in your chest."

What kind of psycho was this? Was he crazy?I tried not to show the sudden fear I felt, bared my teeth and hissed.

He looked at me in disbelief as he let go of me and stepped away. "What the hell? Is there something wrong with you?" Well that did it.

"You should be talking, you threatened to kill me because I existed!" I yelled back in turn.

Friggin hypocrite, he was.

"I didn't know you'd go all Twilight on me!"

"There's nothing wrong with teeth!" I shouted back.

"What?" He looked at me in disbelief, he might have even looked a bit amused if I was half blind and halluncinating.

I finally realized what I had just said. "Ummm...ahem...I um...that slipped out..." Wow, way to make the hottest boy you've ever seen in your life think that you're crazy.

"I'm just...gonna...go now..." I said in a small voice...

"Take you're teeth with you." He said mockingly, clearly enjoying my embarrassment.

My anger flared up again, "As if you would know anything about teeth, you haven't even got any!"

"Bitch."

"-es and bastards."

"Psycho-"

"Is a name I get called a lot."

"Whore-"

"Defines someone else other then me.＂

And then something magical happened, the Blondie smiled. Like I was this hilarious pet sister, that he laughed at, instead of with.

Jerkhole.

I bared my teeth at him one more time, just to make sure he'd get the warning then stormed off dramatically.

I'm like that you see.

"Wait," I wheeled back and stopped in front of him. "Do you by any chance know a place that sells hot cocoa?"

"Nope," the bastard lied, stepped around me and continued on his merry frickin way.

Asshole.

After getting my well deserved hot chocolate I sped back to my room. I had just finished a tune earlier, and now I needed to add lyrics to it.

I was a songwriter, not that anyone knew of course, the rest of my friends, (when I had any) were just popular bitches. That laughed, at me and the baring of my teeth.

There was nothing with my teeth!

Jealous little brats.

I strummed the guitar, while looking at the music sheet..."You say, da...da...da...da...da.."

"Yeah, yeah..."

I tapped my pen against my teeth, a little nerdy habit. "That I'm messing with your head..." I counted the syllables on my fingers, that could work.

"All cause...I was...having fun..." Eh...nope.

"All cause I was makin out with your friends..." What the hell? Now I sounded like a slut.

Who cares, no one's ever gonna hear it anyway.

And so I continued with the song, until the loud school bell rung, time for breakfast.

I sighed and put away my guitar...where was the straightener again?

On my way to chemistry class, I tripped again.

It was not my fault.

I got up and brushed myself off...

"That has been the second time someone has bulldozed me over." I said.

A girl with purple highlights and black hair stood beside me.

"Watch it punk," she said bitchily.

"Look who's talking," I shot back. I was right by the way, black leather jacket, skull t-shirt, and ripped jeans.

"Punk," I added, just to get the message across.

She raised her eyebrow, "You got a death wish?"

'Only if you don't show me how to do that."

"Do what?"

"Uh...the one eybrow raising thing."

She gave me the same look that Blondie had given me earlier. "Freak."

"Well this Blondie kid called me a bitch earlier today, so I've heard worse."

"What'd you do back?"

"I...sorta...said...bitches and bastards..."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"...bad people...ssssss?" I winced. Great, now another person thought I was crazy.

She snickered, "Okay...well...see ya...sorry bout that...by the way..."

"Uh...okaaayy..." I was more then surprised by her change in attitude.

She stared at me for a moment, then walked away.

What the hell?

And she called me crazy, friggin hypocrite.

Ah, the awkward lunch moment, gotta hate those. I looked around for an empty table to sit at...but all I saw were cheerleaders, punks, more punks, couple of nerds, more punks, jocks, goths and more punks.

What was the deal with all these punks?

Was this some kinda rebellious school or something?

Weirdos.

"Hey you!" I immediately reacted, and turned around like half of the other people in the cafeteria。 Ｙou usually do that when someone calls out something and doesn't specify who they're talking to.

It was the girl that I had bumped into in the hall, making a huge spectacle. Wow, inconspicuous much? I pitied the person she was yelling at. Oh shit, it's me. She beckoned me over and I followed like the little slave I was, cheeks flushing courtesy of the FOCUSED stares．

"Sit," I looked at her in surprise. She had only ran into me...she was probably apologizing or something.

Well...whatever, it was a free tile.

"Thanks," I smiled gratefully, then sat down onto the floor.

She laughed, then rolled her eyes. "On the chair smartie." Bipolar much?

"Oh...heh, heh, heh," I put the tray down onto the table and sat down. mentally wincing.

Cause that...was how you failed.

Epically.

"So what's your name?" She asked me, spearing a butter roll with her fork.

"Cynthia."

"That's my grandmother's name."

"The birth certificate is what it is."

"So? You could change it or something. Call yourself Cinthi."

"Do I look like a Cinthi to you?" I asked annoyed. God, that sounded like one of those brainless, bimbo cheerleaders.

"Thea."

"That makes me sound like a pushover."

"Aren't you?"

"No friggin way. What the hell?"

"Humph," she shrugged. "I'm Fawn."

"Dawn."

"What?"

"Sorry, that just...sorta rhymed..."

The corners of her lips turned up, "Well Cynthia...I have something to admit to you. It's about why I invited you over here."

"No shit."

"It may be hard for you to believe, but everybody sitting at this table here, is different." I took a look around the table, punk, punk, punk, wait- non punk, oh wait-punk in a dress.

"Are talking about the entire group in general, or each person individually?"

"Ha ha, your hilarious. Were gang bangers."

"You just called everyone at this table a whore."

"Like, were in a gang."

"No, you just said you banged gangs." Ha, that rhymes.

"It's an expression."

"Look, Fawn, if I actually believed that you were in a gang, I wouldn't be at this-"

I froze when she pulled a switchblade out of her jacket. "Are you crazy? You shouldn't be carrying that thing around, much less in school!" I whispered.

She smirked at me, "Easy there. It's okay, everyone does it."

"Don't get me started on the expression "everyone does it"。

"Besides, the teachers are scared of us."

"The teachers are what?"

"With good reason."

"Fawn, look, I don't know why you invited me over to sit with you-"

"Duh, I want you to join us."

"No way, I don't need that kind of drama in my life." I looked at her incredulously, what, she thought I wanted to join because I had stood up for myself in the hallway? If that was so, she must not have talked to a lot of people. She wasn't that scary. Now Blondie on the other hand.。。

"Well if you don't join us, you'll either get beat up or raped every other two weeks."

"What the hell? Are you threatening me?"

"No, there are other gangs to buddy." She gave me another, duh look. "I hope you have a good sense of self preservation."

"Fawn, I just got here, this is too much to take in right now." I stabbed an asparagus on my tray. Gangs? What? I didn't sign up for this. I was a singer, not a gang member, and Ｉ ｗｏｕｌdn't let drugs, or money mess up my life.

What kind of school was this anyway? Join a gang or ｇｅｔ beaten up? Put that on your school brochure and see where that gets you.

"Fawn, you have evening patrol." I stiffened, I knew that voice. Shit, Blondie was here.

I stared down at my plate and willed him not to notice me.

Fate of course, hates me.

"Who's this?"

"Our new maybe-ish recruit."

"What's your name? Blondie asked me.

I winced as I looked up and recognition dawned on his face. "You!" He hissed.

"Heh, heh, heh." Awkward.

"You know her?" Fawn asked.

"Unfortunately."

"He crashed into me!" I defended.

"I was late-" He shot back.

"And running." I inserted.

"Hey Volkner, think you can pause your losing argument and explain what the hell you did to my gun?" A voice from behind spoke.

"I'm not loosing," Volkner growled, spearing an asparagus in anger. He was probably picturing my head instead of the asparagus.

When I turned around though-funny, I turn around and look at the person who's speaking even though he didn't speak to me. And Volkner, doesn't, even though the person's speaking to him. Maybe I just have twitching issues.

The boy standing behind Volkner didn't have the same 'bad boy' vibe, sure he had on a leather jacket and combat boots, but he looked more like a player.

But get this, his hair was dyed. Green. I had no idea what had inspired him to dye his hair green, bright green should I say for that matter. Maybe he thought...hey! Since I already have good looks, maybe I should just make myself look sexier by dying my hair the color of lettuce. Which they did. But that wasn't the point.

I could almost see the Playerness oozing off of him.

Of course, Jerk #2, just has to be friends with Jerk#1.

Logic was flawless.

"You broke my gun." Vegetable Head said.

"You threw it at me." Volkner replied.

My brain suddenly caught up, "You have guns?" I whispered to Fawn. She nodded, and started slurping up her soup. Loudly. Which brought said hotties attention back to us.

"New recruit?" Vegetable Head said to me.

"You belong in Veggie Tales." I said back immediately, not even recognizing the words until they came out of my mouth.

He shot me a look of disbelief. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry!" I squeaked, turning back to my tray.

"She's a weird one," Volkner said.

Fawn snickered, finally done slurping her soup, "Gee, what gave it away?"

"I'm Drew," Vegetable Head said, dropping into the seat across from me.

"Cynthia." I responded, then stabbed another asparagus and shoved it into my mouth awkwardly.

"She's coming to Initiation Night, right?" Drew asked Fawn.

"Duh," Fawn rolled her eyes.

"Why does everyone assume that I want to join your gang?" I spoke exasperatedly.

"Because we think you're smart."

"Do we?" Volkner suddenly piped up.

"I do," Fawn corrected.

"Even though I had no sense of self preservation when I insulted both of you early today?"

"Whoa, you insulted Volkner too?" Fawn almost shrieked.

"Why? Does he kill anyone that does?" I asked dryly.

Fawn nodded, to my surprise. "Yeah...sorta."

"Fawn, it's so great to see you!" A British accent exclaimed. I turned around to see a beautiful brunette standing behind Fawn.

"May!" Fawn got up and hugged her, "I missed you this morning."

I turned back around to Drew who was eyeing May with annoyance. "That's a weird time to miss someone." I said.

He smirked in amusement, can people even do that? "Why am I not surprised you said that?"

"Cynthia, May, May, Cynthia." Fawn said turning towards me.

"That's one way of doing it." May said, she extended her hand to me. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Vice versa." I replied with a smile, May seemed nice. Which in other words meant that she dressed more like a normal person then a gang member. She had on a red camisole, a white wind breaker, dark jeans with cloud imprints and Uggs. "I like your outfit," I said, happy to talk to the first normal person I had met today.

"Thanks, not everyone has to dress like a gang banger."

I frowned, "You just called everyone a whore."

"Uh...Drew's the only whore at this table." May said. Like that helped.

I rolled my eyes, and explained, "I already told Fawn this. Gang banger, means someone who bangs a gang. Get it? It's sort of self explanatory."

May snickered, "You have a lot to learn Cynthia."

"A lot," Fawn agreed.

I finally ended up saying yes, Fawn was a good convinceｒ. And by the end of the schoolｄａｙ I believed her. I had seen kids get beat up so hard and fast today that none of their friends, even me could get there fast enough to stop it. I was sweaty and breathing hard by the time school ended, racing to beat up scenes just after the agressor had left. Like the helpful person I was. Fawn was right, it was the universal code of eat or be eaten.

Authors note: None of the lyrics or songs belong to moi.