A/N:
Hi, guys! Well, I've been thinking about writing a new story for a while, and here it is. I am definitely going to update my other two fanfics because I absolutely love them. This just means you guys have more of a variety of stories to choose from that I have written. It also means you are more likely to get an update because you never know which story I am going to update.

I hope you all like this new story. I have a good idea where I want to take this it, and I can truthfully assure you have never read a Vampire Academy fanfic story like this one.

Enjoy! R&R

"Ms. Sage!"

I lifted my head from my desk and turned to face my teacher. "Yes," I replied, using a hand to cover the yawn that escaped my mouth.

"Have you forgotten my class rules," my teacher asked, inching closer to my desk like a shark circling prey. "I pray not because I would hate to have to punish you," her tone begged to differ.

I suppressed an eye roll. "No, Ms. Evalean, I haven't forgotten."

"Then what do you call yourself doing just a few seconds ago?" She was leaning over my desk with her face just inches from mine. She was so close I could smell her foul breath.

I knew my response was going to get me yet another detention, but I let my words flow from my brain and out my mouth anyway. "I was letting this class do its job." Ms. Evalean's eyes narrowed the slightest bit, which was the only indication of her frustration. "That is one of your class rules," I said.

She placed a haughty hand on her slender hip and tossed her graying black hair. "Humph," was her only reply.

I held my tongue about how unattractive that noise was. "I let your lecture lull me to sleep. This is a History class, and in all honesty that's all History is good for."

I heard an intake of breath from my classmates and the silence that ensued was deafening. However, the outrage on my teacher's face spoke volumes. She opened her mouth to no doubt yell and chastise me for my "continual blatant disrespect for higher education and lethargic approach to comprehensive learning" but a shrill emitted throughout the classroom interrupting the lecture I had heard so many times I had it memorized.

"Thank God," I muttered under my breath, "saved by the bell." I hastily packed my bag and brushed past Ms. Evalean who was still rooted to the same spot in front of my now vacated desk.

"Ms. Sage." I felt fingers wrap around my forearm, and turned to find none other than Ms. Evalean behind me. "You—"

"Have another detention," I finished for her. "See you after school," I said, pulling out of her firm grasp and pushing past the onslaught of entering students.

I headed in the direction of my next class. My last class of the day. The only class worth coming to school for. Hopefully, today wasn't another health day. I needed some physical exertion right about now.

"You know you shouldn't goad her like that," my sister said stepping into stride next to me. We were both on our way to Physical Education—more commonly known as P.E. More times than not it was annoying having my twin sister in all my classes. She always had a first-hand account of the day's events to give to our parents, which more often than not resulted in me getting in trouble. Especially with our dad. He's such a hard ass.

Pressing my lips together to showcase my annoyance I replied, "Yeah, well if she wasn't such a monotonous, uninteresting, spiteful bitch of a teacher I wouldn't have to 'goad' her."

Sydney frowned at my choice of language. "Rose, you really should give that poor woman a break. What has she ever done to you?"

I gave her cheek a curious glance. "I'll tell you why I hate her so much as soon as you tell me when and why you got that tattoo on your cheek."

Sydney placed a delicate finger on the golden lily emblazoned on the side of her face and gave her head a small shake.

"I thought so." As we ambled into the girls' locker room I thought I heard Sydney mutter something about how I wouldn't understand. I let the comment go and proceeded to change into my gym attire.

Placing my bag on the changing bench, I left the locker room to join the remainder of my class. The best part about being enrolled in a private school in the middle of New Orleans was the fact that all the students were rich. I didn't have to worry about anyone snatching my gym bag or anything in it for that matter.

A small smile eased its way onto my face as I walked in the gym and saw today's activity: kick ball, or as I like to call it "kick ass" because I was definitely going to kick some serious ass.

"She's going to make you a captain. You have to pick me for you team," Sydney said, walking in behind me with a pained expression on her face. "You know I'm no good at sports."

I attempted but failed to raise an eyebrow. "Syd, don't worry. I've got you."

She gave me a relieved look. I didn't bother to tell her I was going to choose her for my team anyway because not only was she my sister, but she was my only friend at this school. All the guys just wanted to get in my pants, and all the girls hated me because all the guys wanted me. Needless to say, they didn't make good friends.

"Ah. There's my star student!" Ms. P, the P.E. teacher, beckoned me over to her. "Rose, I need you to get changed back into your regular clothing and come with me. Sydney, you may come too." As she said that she turned to face our classmates. "Class is canceled for today. Report to class tomorrow." She blew her whistle to finalize her commands

Sydney and I gave each other curious glances as we strolled behind our gym teacher into the main office. Once I spotted our parents I turned to Sydney in a panic.

"You don't think Ms. EvilBitch called our parents on me do you?"

Syd, narrowed her eyes in thought completely ignoring my vulgar language. "She doesn't work that fast. This is about something else entirely. If my guess is correct, it's not even school related."

That only served to confuse me more.

Ms. P turned and addressed us all. "Follow me." Her tone left no room for argument.

When our dad rose from his seat and followed her into a side office without so much as a disapproving grunt for ordering him around I knew things were serious.

I closed the door behind me upon order from Ms. P and took a seat next to my mother. No one spoke for a good two minutes. The tension was so thick in the room that I could have cut it with a knife.

My mother was the one to finally break the stifling silence. "Why?" That's the only word that came from her mouth, but it seemed to snap my father out of a trance.

"You have no right to tell her anything." He hadn't raised his voice, but there was definitely a menacing quality to it that made him sound as if he had yelled those words.

"You had no right to take her," was Ms. P's response.

Out of the corner of my eye I say my father's fists clench in anger. "Take her. Take her! We didn't take her. We saved her from your kind."

Ms. P shook her head. "Of course you would think that," she said in a harsh voice. She turned to face me and her face softened. "Rose, I knew there was a reason I took a liking to you."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand," I said in a weak voice. I was completely and utterly confused. "What the hell's going on," I said my voice much stronger this time.

From my vantage point I could see Sydney going pale as her face lit up with understanding. Her expression turned to hurt as she turned to face our parents. "You've been lying to us all these years haven't you?" Sydney, asked our parents, but her question was more so directed at our father than our mother.

"Ah, so the little alchemist understands," Ms. P said.

"Who's been lying about what, and what the hell is an alchemist," I nearly yelled. I was tired of them talking in circles. I was tired of not knowing what was going on. I wanted…no, needed answers.

Ms. P handed me a sheet of paper and as I opened it a ticket of sorts fluttered to the floor. I reached for it and turned it over in my palm and gave Ms. P a questioning look. "What I am supposed to do with a ticket to Montana, Ms. P?"

"Use it or don't. Oh, and Rose my name is Alberta Petrov."

"Okay…so what? Do you want me to call you Ms. Petrov instead of Ms. P," I asked.

"That all depends on you Rose. If you use the ticket you hold in your hands you will call me Guardian Petrov because I will be your instructor at St. Vladimir's Academy. If you choose not to use it then, you won't call me anything because you won't see me again," she stated bluntly.

With that all hell broke loose.

For the first time in my life I saw my father completely lose control. He jumped out of his seat and sent a string of curse words in Ms. P's…Ms. Pe…Guardian Petr…Alberta's direction. I wasn't really sure what to call her now.

My mother grabbed my arm and began trying unsuccessfully to pull me from the room. My twin sister, Sydney, was making mini crosses in the air with her fingers.

When my dad shouted that the document in Alberta's hand didn't mean shit I gravitated closer to him, so I could see what was printed on the paper. When I read the print my mouth dropped, my world shattered, and my decision was made.

"Take me to Montana," I yelled to the top of my lungs, shocking everyone in the room. "Now," I shouted and exited the room without a backward glance at my family.

Tell me what you guys think. Do you want the first chapter?

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This was just the prologue; I'll provide more information in later chapters.

Sorry, for any grammar mistake you may have encountered.

What do you think made Rose's decision to leave her family and go to Montana?