Hi! This is Twi with my first ever multi chapter story! I hope you like it 'cuz I had loads of fun writing it!

Note: Slash doesn't exist in my world, it kinda creeps me out. I do not mean to offend, just don't take anything I write in a perverted way please!

Cleo shrieked and threw herself to the ground as a sturdy wooden chair was thrown at her head. She flinched as it shattered and the pieces scattered, falling all over her svelte form. Her father roared like an animal. Cleo covered her head with her slender hands and held back the few tears that threatened to fall on the dirty carpet.

"Stop it! Please!" she whimpered pathetically. Her only response was another inhuman roar and a different chair being crushed into a million pieces.

Walter was drunk, as he usually was. He had once been a kind and loving father to Cleopatra — until his beautiful wife was killed by a burglar. Now, he was drunk all the time and Cleo feared being around him. Now was one of the times where it was becoming more and more frequent when he completely lost his mind and behaved like an animal. When he became sober, he would beat Cleo for destroying the house because he couldn't remember wrecking it himself, and nearly killed Cleo in the process.

A loud honk startled the two of them; giving Cleo just enough time to scramble out from the now chair-less table she had taken refuge under, grab her purple backpack, and scurry out the door. The yellow bus was waiting for her. She took her normal seat way in the back, where no one would bother her. She jolted slightly as the bus drove away, just as her father crashed through the window. She ducked down as his blood-shot eyes swept over the bus, though she highly doubted that he would recognize her in his drunken stupor.

And so her short ten-minute bus trip was spent in absolute silence. Aside from the occasional conversation she overheard, she did nothing except sit quietly and hope no one would talk to her.

~At School~

"Hey! Cleo! Guess what!" Cleo moaned quietly and banged her locker shut as her best friend Taffy stumbled up to her; clutching a big bag. The last time she saw one of them, Cleo ended up modeling twenty-seven different full outfits.

"Hey, Taffy. What?" Taffy shook her bubble-gum pink hair out of her deep purple eyes. She looked positively astounded.

"You don't know what today is?" Cleo shook her hair.

"It's…TWIN DAY!" Taffy squealed, dropping the bag and throwing out her arms in a "Tah-dah" pose.

Cleo paled. "Tell me you didn't…"

"I brought you your outfit! It matches mine!" Cleo gazed in horror at Taffy's outfit: a purple tube top, a black tutu, black and purple striped leggings, black ankle high boots, purple elbow length fingerless gloves, and lots of bangles. Cleo felt her will to live slowly drain away as her eyes were assaulted by the dark lavender and black garments.

"You know, that's really ok. I'm not much for school spirit…" Cleo trailed off as Taffy's eyes started to water.

"You don't want the clothes? I made them myself!" Taffy sniffed. Were the girl's eyes sparkling?

"…Fine." Someone can kill me now. Cleo took the abomination and shuffled off to the bathroom.

"Did you hear, Gryphon actually talked to that Lucy girl!"

"OMG! No way! He, like, never talks!"

"She totally doesn't deserve it, Gryphon is so hot. He should be with, like, me!"

"Yeah! You're so awesome Gracie!"

Yay. Gossip. I am so lucky, Cleo thought as she brushed by a blunette and her identical lackey. Changing swiftly, she prayed silently that no one would recognize her. "Hey, check it out! Look at that girl's outfit! I hear she's weird!" The lackey, AKA Madie, said in a nasty tone.

"Hey! Isn't that Parrot? I hear she doesn't have a will of her own!" Cleo responded in the exact same tone. Madie glared at her. Cleo sneered and rammed the door open.

"Ow!" Cleo gasped, and whirled around to see who she hit with the door. A boy about a year or two older than her with long, dark blue, spiky hair and emerald eyes was sitting on the floor, rubbing the forming lump above his left eye. Cleo groaned internally. The one boy she just had to hit. Gryphon, AKA: the heartthrob of the school, normally followed by crazed fangirls lathering at the mouth, and wannabe boys, also lathering at the mouth; but not for the same reason. He was quiet and intelligent, but also very rude and sarcastic in the way that made Cleo want to punch him in his pretty face.

"Oops. My bad," she mumbled, and started to walk away — much to the chagrin of the slavering fan girls. In a flash, Gryphon was up and had a tight hold on her thin wrist.

He hissed in her ear, "Aren't you going to apologize?" She turned to look at him with cold eyes.

"No." His eyes narrowed. His mouth opened to say more when…

"Hey Cleo! Did you try on…oh." Taffy surveyed the scene: the school heartthrob had a tight hold on Cleo, who looked ready to tackle him and not stop punching him 'till the body stopped moving — and of course, a growing mob of interested high schoolers. Taffy paled. She was incredibly shy, and there were a lot of people here. Cleo turned to her, her aquamarine eyes narrowed.

"Hi Taffy, you're just in time to see me beat this guy up! I'm sorry, but your outfit might be damaged." Yes! Victory! Gryphon scoffed, making three girls swoon dramatically.

"Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try," he snickered. WHAM! In two seconds flat Gryphon was on his back. Cleo had twisted sharply and kicked his legs out from under him, then she hit him in the chest, flattening him. She sweetly smiled down on the defeated boy.

"You were saying Pretty Boy?" She then stepped over him and headed to lunch. If looks could kill, Cleo would spontaneously combusted on the spot. Taffy, now a dark crimson, scurried after her, also stepping over the humiliated Gryphon.

~At Lunch~

"Oh, Cleo, why did you have to do that?" Taffy whined. Cleo shrugged, and then leaned in closer as rabid fangirls stalked by, out for blood.

"He bugs the heck 'outta me! Why does he have to be such a jerk?" Now it was Taffy's turn to shrug.

"I 'dunno, but he's cute isn't he!?" Cleo clapped her hand over Taffy's mouth.

"Shh! We do not call that demon-spawn by the 'C-word'! And I really need to talk to you about something really import-"

"OMG! Your outfit is more adorable on you than me!" Cleo face palmed at Taffy's ability to change subjects.

"Yes, yes, I know. It's cute. But can we talk? 'Cuz I've been thinking. My life here isn't going anywhere and-"

"Should I make another in blue to match your eyes?"

"TAFFY! ATTENTION!" Cleo yelled, attracting several curious stares from other lunch-eaters. Taffy started and colored pink.

"Sorry. You were saying?"

"Thank you. I was saying, life here isn't going anywhere for me, so I'm…thinking of running away."

Taffy's eyes widened. "Say what?"

"As cliché as it sounds…I don't want to stay here anymore. People here despise me, my dad abuses me, and I'm failing because my teachers hate me. Give me one good reason to stay." Taffy's eyes teared up. "Oh no. Not the tears. Not that, come on Taffy, please?"

Taffy sniffed. "But… what about me? You're my protector! I'm gonna die if you leave me alone! Wait! I know!" Taffy brightened. Cleo's eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"I'll come with you!"

"What!?"

Me: And that is chapter one of my new story, Pokémon: Aquamarine! I hope you enjoyed, please leave me a review!

Gryphon: Why would they do that?

Me: ARGH! Get out! Harrison, get the broom!