Before The Beginning
Summary: I suck at summaries, but here goes. Raven Roth is an exchange student from Europe, Garfield Logan is your typical underachiever, Victor Stone is your typical All-Star, Dick Grayson is your typical preppy lone wolf, and Kori Anders is the typical strange exchange student. Or so they were. After some strange twists of events and revelations of someone's innermost secrets, their lives will all be changed forever. (If you couldn't guess it, this is a possibility on how they became Titans.)
-There may be possible pairing, but that depends on what the reviewers feel they should be.(except Robin x Starfire; bear in mind I'm trying to be somewhat realistic while writing; although between me and you, If I get enough reviews I might overlook the whole RxS idea when it comes up later;)
I'm still unclear about the potential rating; so I'll rate this T. That being said, chapter 1 will be kinda short, still learning the system.
Chapter 1
Raven Roth stared up at the obviously old three story building in front of her. It had smaller buildings leading from it and she could see the stadium from the parking lot. She'd arrived almost a half hour early, so there were few people there. Why me? She thought to herself. She made her way across the parking lot and up the stairs leading to the school's entrance. She paused before the doors and took a deep, calming breath before going in.
Raven looked around at her surroundings, a little disgusted. The walls were painted white and baby blue and just above the doors leading to the main hallway was a banner with the same colors and a crest withthe letters JCHS in yellow that said Welcome to Jump City High School, Home of the Hornets. Raven sighed and rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed by the colorful display. Great, I've been enrolled in Sunshine High School, she muttered as she walked across the lobby and through the doors leading to the main halls. There was a small sign on the wall that read MAIN OFFICE and pointed to a hall leading to the right.
In the office, things seemed to be rather hectic. counsellors and assistants were running every which way, trying to prepare for the inevitable influx of students due to arrive. "Excuse me" she said in a calm, monotonic way. The people continued their own crazed directions. OK, she thought. Again she called out. "Excuse me, I need my schedule." Still, noone payed her any mind. That's it, she yelled in her head. The air around her began to grow hot and prickly and just as she was about to yell... "I'll get that for you."
She turned around to see a guy standing there with brown and blond spiked hairand a clipboard smiling, obviously amused.He jumped behind the desk. Noone seemed to notice he was even there. "Name Please"
"Raven Roth"
"Nice," He smiled at her and she tried to force the building warmth out of her cheeks. He looked back down to the computer."Ah, here it is." He printed off twosheets of paper and handed her one before jumping back across the desk anddashing out the door. She picked up her backpack and walked out the office to find her first class.
Walking down the hall, she took the chance to glance at her schedule. What Joy this'll be, she thought sarcastically to herself as she climbed the nearest flight of stairs. On the top floor, she noticed the large window that looked out over the parking lot. Still noone there. She walked slowly down the hall until she came to a door with a sign above it reading English II and walked in. She looked around.The wall was lined with windows and all the desks sat lined up in rows facing the teacher's desk. But, noone there. She walked toa desk in theback corner of the room nearest the window. She sat her backpack down and pulled out a small black mp3 player.She put on a pair ofheadphones and pulled out a small dark blue, thin, hardbacked book with a raven on the cover. She turned to an empty page and pushed play on the mp3 player. She began scrawling out poetry as Marilyn Manson's Mobscene blasted into her ears. Guess I'll just do this while I wait for class, she thought while writing in comforting emptiness of the classroom.
End Chapter 1
Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's about 3:00 A.M. here.
Anyway, I'll be glad for any reviews I recieve. Gotta flame? Keep it to yourself. I don't have time for non-constructive criticism. Flames are merely animmature way to complain because you don't get your way. Also any questions or reviews( if not all, then most) will be answered in the beginning of the next chapter. L8r