I wake to the wailing sound of my alarm, my body protests as I force myself up to turn it off. My bones groan and muscles cry as I stumble into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on proved to be challenging task, but soon the room is fogy with steam. I slowly take off my night clothes, admiring the hard earned bruises from last night's fight on my arms and legs.

When I get out of the shower, I go through my morning routine. Trip over whatever I left on the floor, yawn, search for clothes, settling on a wrinkled batman signal shirt and some tattered pants, yawn again. I latch my favorite necklace on and grab my beat up old bag before I make my way to the kitchen.

There's a note placed carefully on the island, handwriting neat and pointed; just like the man who wrote it, I don't bother reading it. I pop toast in the toaster and crack eggs over the hot stove, the grease popped as the bacon cooked and a chair screeched as the morning begins.

"Morning Sis," a sleepy boy rubs his eyes and stifles a yawn. Finn is just about eight with one of his front teeth missing and the other wiggling. His hair messy from sleep and his shirt is on backwards. I grin at the tried boy.

"Didn't get any sleep, I see," I place a plate of food in front of him and flick the tag poking out the front of shirt. He looks at it, then shrugs and shovels the eggs into his mouth. Something licks my bare toes, making me jump.

"Jake!" I holler and the small golden brown puppy barks back up at me. "Are you hungry?" I ask, he responds by running around me several times, jumping and yapping.

I fill a bowl with dog food and place it in front of him. He looks between me and the food, obviously dissatisfied with it. "Now don't start with me," I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at the puppy. He gives a little whinny sound but I turn from him and pretend to busy myself with dishes.

"Hey Finn, the bus should be here soon," I turn just in time to see him slip Jake some bacon under the table. "Don't feed the dog," I sighed and he grins innocently.

He leaves just as the bus pulls up, he staggers out with his hair still a mess, shirt backwards, and mouth full of toast. Jake whines at the front door, saddened by Finn leaving, as a car horn blazes from the street.

I place the last of the dishes in the sink, while the horn beeps about a dozen more times. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming," I mumble to myself and I sling my bag over my shoulder.

Jake attempts to trip me on my way out and howls in defeat when he is safely shut inside and I out. A little yellow VW Beetle sets in my cracked drive way, a girl hanging out the passenger window.

"Jeez, what was taking you so long," My friend Katharine, more famously known as Cake, smiles at me.

"Like, glob, you took lumping forever," Leslie, LSP, sighs from behind the steering wheel.

"Glob? Lumping?" I ask as I slide into the backseat.

"She's been on it all morning," Cake rolls her eyes.

"The 'rents said I gotta stop with all the sailor talk or else," LSP wiggles her eyebrows at me through the mirror, making me laugh.

Cake leans into the back and I notice the scratch across her cheek. "Who did that to you?" I grab a hold of her chin to get a better look. It's just a scrape but there's a purpling and a little swelling.

"Last night," she shrugs. "The girl had sharp nails," I let go and stare over at LSP.

"You?"

"I would never allow someone to damage my face," she says sharply. "But they fought dirty…couple of bruises, a broken nail,"

"Ooo, I'm surprised you let them live," Cake laughs. I lean into my seat and take in my two friends. Cake is tall, lean and tan; her light brown hair is bobbed. She is easily one of the prettiest girls in our school. LSP is all curves, her breast poke out from her low cut shirt and her jeans are low and tight. She has a round face and pouty lips, with bright purple hair. I sigh as we pull into the parking lot of the school.

"You skipping first period?" Cake calls over to me as we exit the car.

"Nah, meet you at lunch," I respond as I head across the lot. AAA high school has about three thousand kids attending so it has multiple buildings. I don't know many of my classmates but they all know me or of me. And no, that's not my ego speaking it's fact.

I'm the leader of all the ruffians, fighters, and lowlifes in this school. Most of the kids avoid me best they can, a few hate me, and a couple warship me. It's an easy enough life.

I make it into my first class in building C just before the bells rings and set down in the seat next to the window. It's not my assigned seat but no one says anything. When class starts I stare out the window.

The campus was well taken care, the grass carefully cut and bushes shaped into different animals. I watch as Mr. Ice crosses the yard, two people close behind. He's a perverted old man with bright white hair and a matching beard that trails down to the mid of his stomach; and he's also the principle.

He makes exaggerated arm gestures to his two companions. The woman following him had a hard face. She was dressed like a corporate man, an ironed blouse and black slacks that left everything to imagination. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun and her lips were painted red.

Slinking behind them was a boy around my age. He wore a plaid button up shirt with slightly baggy black pant. His hair was the same deep black as the woman's but it was messy and hung low framing his face.

I came to the conclusion of, a new student and his mother. Welcome to hell I thought. The boy glanced over at me and we locked eyes, his was a light brownish red color. I don't look away and he gives me a devilish grin, I raise my favorite finger and turn toward the board. When I sneak a glance back, he's gone.

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