*Edit: I changed some words up a bit, so tell me if it's good or not. I'm not going to put the second chapter up till next week. I'm not feeling so well.*

Hey guys, this is my first ANOES story, so don't be too harsh on me, but I do accept criticism, just not hard criticism. So if there is anything that needs fixing, tell me and I will change it. If not, I will leave it the way it is.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

New girl in town

Part of my life has been nothing, but a lie. I thought my father loved me, but he didn't.

He never did.

When I was just a little girl, I witnessed my father with suitcase in hand, about to walk out that front door. About to walk out of my life, but I didn't know at that time.

"Daddy?" He looked back at me.

My hazel eyes stared back into his blue eyes. "Where are you going?"

He sighed, put his suitcase on the floor, and walked over to me. His hand rested on my shoulder as he met my eye level (since I was so short for my age).

"Don't worry. Daddy just has to go to work." I smiled.

"Okay. When are you coming home?" He smiled back at me, but his eyes didn't.

"I will, right after school, like I always do." I thought he would, but as soon as my mother picked me up and drove me home, like she always did, he never showed up.

I didn't understand why.

I asked my mom, but she said "Daddy, just needs some time alone."

I didn't understand what that meant, but I didn't dare to ask.

When I was a little older, age 15, my mother finally told me the truth. She told me he was cheating on her, with some blonde woman named Rhonda. After work, he would always go see Rhonda and sleep with her. Then he would come home, late at night, and head straight to bed. He didn't even give her the slightest affection, which a husband should always give their wife.

So, she got sick and tired of it. That's why he left. She told him, if he loves Rhonda so much, leave and never come back. So that's what he did.

He left us for good.

Mother said she signed the divorced papers, without my knowledge, when I was 13.

So my father was going to marry Rhonda and invited us to the wedding, but as soon as she got the invitation, she ripped it into to pieces and threw it away.

She looked at me and smiled, while I was working on my homework. "What do you say to starting a new life?"

And we did.

We moved out of the crummy house, which contained all our grief and sadness, and went to live in Springwood.

Mother said it would help us move on and live a fresh start in life. I didn't know so much of that.

I heard about many deaths that happened, but the news people said every time that the person committed suicide in their sleep. I scoffed that off.

Yeah, right. Like anybody will give themselves slash marks in their sleep.

To me that wasn't even possible.

Something was up and I wanted to know why.

My mother wasn't that interested in the news, and didn't want to know why.

Oh, did I mention, she enrolled me into Springwood High School?

I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed average I looked. My mother always told me how pretty I looked, but I thought I wasn't that attractive.

Wearing average clothes made me look like who I really was, but I was thinking more of hiding my true personality. Is it wrong to be something different?

I don't think so.

So I, changed out of a regular t-shirt and pants, put on tie-dye shirt with a head band, to keep my black hair away from my face, some capris, since the weather was warm, and regular black boots.

That's more like it.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I realized how awesome I looked.

"Nichole! You better hurry up! You'll be late for school!" I rolled my eyes.

"Coming Mom!" I called back.

I ran, picked up my backpack, and we were off.

When my mom dropped me off, people were staring at me like I was some hideous creature.

I didn't care.

They were just jealous at how cool I was.

I got my schedule, after entering in the building, and realized I had English 1st period with Mr. Hill.

I kind of laughed, because that name reminded me of Hank Hill from King of the Hill. I also hoped he wasn't like him either.

I don't really like accents.

I walked down the hallway, until I found the room S2220. I looked at my schedule and back at the room number.

I can do this.

I breathe in and out slowly.

Then opened the door.

I noticed the teacher looked nothing like him and, thank god, he didn't have an accent. He stopped teaching and looked at me.

"Ah, you must be Nichole." He smiled at me.

I nodded. "I go by Chloe." He nodded.

"Yes, Chloe. I'll have to write that down, so I don't forget that when calling role." He went over to his desk and wrote something. "Looks like your present." He looked up at me. "So, I like for you to introduce yourself to the class." I nodded.

I walked up to the front of the classroom. "So Chloe, tell us a little about yourself."

I looked at him and then at the class. "Well, my name is Nichole Elizabeth Grantson, but I prefer if you call me Chloe for short." I was met with silence.

Wow, tough crowed.

"Um… Chloe," I looked at him. "What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Oh," I look back at the class. "I like to read books and listen to music." The class was still quiet.

"Okay… Chloe, I want you to sit behind Nancy. Nancy raise your hand." She raise her hand, so I know where she is.

I walk up to the desk behind her and sit, after she puts her hand down.

The strange thing about her was how much she and I looked alike. I could be a little Nancy if I wanted, but I don't try to be like someone.

I'm my own person.

I thought my day would be good, but it turned from fabulous, dull, to horrid. After I presented myself in class, people started calling me Hippie-freak or Nicold-hearted. I'm not cold hearted, but if they want that, fine.

So for lunch I sat alone.

Like a true cold hearted person would.

I was eating my lunch peacefully, until someone sat down. "The table is taken." I told them, but when I looked up I saw Nancy.

"There's no reservation and besides, we live in a free country." I was about to get up.

"Wait." I stopped.

"Why should I?" I glared at her as she stared at me.

"I'm here to help." I sat back down.

"Go on." She sighed.

"I'm just concerned for you." I sighed.

"I'm not listening to you." I got up, grabbed my backpack, and started walking away.

"Chloe! Watch out!" Then someone bumped into me, causing me to fall down and drop my backpack.

"Hey, watch where…" I stopped when I saw a guy with curly brown hair with green eyes stare back at me.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." My heart was pounding by how cute he smile was.

He's so attractive.

"Do you need help?" He held out his hand to me and I gladly took it, while picking my backpack up, with my other hand.

He helped me up and I couldn't look away from his eyes. "You alright?"

Wait… What am I doing gawking at him?

I yanked my hand away from his and pushed him. "Leave me alone." Then I ran away, while putting my backpack over my shoulder.

I ran into the girl's bathroom and locked the door.

I needed to be alone.

I decided to check myself out, in the mirror, and I looked like a train wreck.

I'm never going to be good enough, am I?

I placed my backpack against the tile wall and slid down the floor, with my back against the wall. I pulled my legs up and put my head down, wrapping my arms around my knees.

Then minutes later, I heard a girl crying. I sat my head up shocked and pissed at the same time.

I thought I was alone.

I got up fast and marched to the stall, "Get out!" but as soon as I opened the stall, I saw a girl being thrashed around, screaming for her life.

I grabbed hold of her arms and shook her. "What's going on? Are you okay?" Then a slash appeared on her face.

I let go of her arms. Feeling my heart race.

I back up from the stall, run to my backpack, pick it up, and run to the door. I unlock it with my free hand and pull it open. When I shut it behind me, I backed away from the door trying to calm myself down; dropping my backpack in the process.

"It's okay, everything is fine." Then I heard evil laughter.

Turning around and I noticed was in a boiler room.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Whoever you are, I'm not afraid of you!" I yell out.

"Is that so?" I turn around and see a man with a burned face, blue eyes, wearing a brown fedora, a Christmas sweater, and brown pants.

My heart is pounding in a disagreement, but I act like I'm not. "Yes."

He smirked. "Look at you, you've changed."

What in the hell is he talking about?

"My little Nancy." He got closer to me as I backed up.

"My name isn't Nancy, you sick-twisted-" I felt my back touch the wall and he slashed the pipes next to me.

"Then who are you, babe?" His claw got close to my face, slightly touching it.

"Excuse me?" I was angry. "What did you call me?"

He slashed the pipes next to me again. "I said who are you, bitch." He looked angry.

"Chloe, my name is Chloe." Somewhere deep down, I feel terrified.

"Hmm, a new play thing." His claw gently moved my hair to the side. "You'll be fun." He then slashed my neck.

I woke up screaming. I looked at my surroundings, realizing I'm still in the bathroom. I walk over to the mirror, to check my neck.

I noticed blood dripping down, but not too bad, so I tried clotting, with water and paper towels. Once it stopped bleeding, I gasped.

On my neck was a F.

I need something to cover this up.

I looked in my backpack and pulled out a scarf.

Good thing I packed this.

Wrapping it around my neck, I thought I look better with this. I checked myself out in the mirror and was right. I went to grab my backpack, so I won't be late for class, but saw a message on the wall, covered in blood.

Freddy Kruger is back.

The guy I met, and who killed that girl, was Freddy Kruger.

Well, there you have it guys. Later in this story it's going to turn out to be a Quentin SmithxOC and Freddy KrugerxOC;Onesided/not. Remember to review, if you see anything wrong and PM me, if you would like to discuss what needs to be changed.

Until then~