Summary: Taking Chicago characters and putting them in high school together, and you can see how they all came to be. I'm not done with it yet, but it will eventually foreshadow to what happens in the future.

Rating: T, for some mild language. Sorry guys, no sex or anything. It's mentioned a couple of times, but I don't really go into detail about it.

Velma charged down the hallway in her old high school, an irritated look washed onto her face. She held a detention slip in her hand and crumpled it, throwing it behind her as it hit a short boy in the face. She walked into the lunchroom, all eyes gazing at her as she entered the room. The Queen Bitch had come, and it was extremely important that no one angered her in any way. She made her way over to her usual table, where all the stuck up rich girls and man whores were sitting. But this time it was different; someone had stolen her seat in the front of the table. She stared at the girl for a good twenty seconds, before she finally turned around, a look of fear washed onto her face.
"Well," Velma began, puckering up her lips in a disgusted manner. "I guess I ain't sittin' here today. Thanks guys." She turned to leave, as one of the boys stood up, putting his hand in the air.

"Vel, stop," he said. Everyone was used to Velma's bitchy ways, but they never seemed to get tired of her. He looked at the girl, giving her a sympathetic look. "Maura, can you go back to your other friends? ...Sorry."

"Yeah, sure," Maura said, quickly getting up. "Sorry Velma, I didn't know you were here today."

Velma's unamused face turned into a disgusted face as she looked the girl up and down. "Well first of all," she began, as Maura's face began to turn slightly pale. "If you didn't know that I was here, you shoulda checked with the other guys. And second of all..." she looked down at the girl, shaking her head. "...I don't like your shoes."

She turned and exited dramatically, leaving Maura feeling like she was about to pass out. Getting targetted by Velma was never fun, in fact, it was always extremely frightening. Luckily, this girl had managed to be bullied without getting physically hurt.

"Where are you going?" a voice asked.

Velma turned towards the voice and saw her sister, Veronica, following her down the hallway like the annoying thing that she was. She simply ignored her and kept on walking.

"Velma. Don't tell me you're cutting class again. Mom told you-"

"None o' your business," she interrupted, shoving her lightly. "One day I'll kill you. Watch it."

Veronica put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, watching Velma exit the school premises. She threw her hands up and went back to class.

An hour or so later, Velma was sitting with a couple of her guy friends in an old bar, completely wasted. She sat up and realized she couldn't, and laughed as she laid back down. "Shit, I'm gonna regret this in the morning," she said as she chugged down a bottle of beer, holding a lit cigarette in between her fingers.

One of the boys leaned in towards her and she did the same, unable to control herself. This was her life; smoking, drinking, and sex. And of course, dancing. Her reputation was basically a high school senior who's life was going nowhere...who loved to dance. As she was being pleasured by the many boys with her, her mind drifted to when she first picked up a pair of jazz shoes. She was barely pushing two years old; she wasn't even that good at walking yet. But from then on, she wanted to be a dancer. The stage was her home, and she had never stopped taking dance lessons since. She came back to reality and sat up, remembering that she had jazz rehearsals in ten minutes. "I'm out, fellas," she said, standing up. "Don't miss me too much."