So ages ago I wrote a high school grey's anatomy AU and I remember loving doing it so thus the idea to do this was born!

I hope you all enjoy it! Any suggestions/feedback/comments/requests etc would be valued!

On with the story…

Chapter 1

It was Emily Prentiss' first day at Wakefield High School. She was more than dreading it. Huh, funny, she thought to herself. I've lived in 14 different countries and been to 5 high schools and yet, high school still terrifies me.

She walked through the hallway in her black outfit. She had on her black skinny jeans, her Linkin Park t-shirt, a loose black cardigan that hung down to her knees and went down to her elbows and black leather Dr. Martens. Her shoulder length black hair fell down around her face like curtains. She also wore thick black eyeliner, a thick black choker and black and silver bangles up both forearms. She'd lost all motivation to wear any colour after her abortion. She was in a state of constant mourning and self-loathing.

Thanks to her mother's job she'd moved around an awful lot - 16 years old and she's lived in 14 different countries. She'd never really had the chance to put down any roots, and she'd realised that friends weren't an option either. Everyone either thought she was a freak, or she had no time to really make any friends.

She weaved her way in and out of the hoards of teenagers in the hallway as she headed to principal Strauss' office to collect her timetable.

Eventually she got there and knocked on the door. Principal Erin Strauss opened the door and peered at Emily. Emily realised she was expected to speak.

"Uh, Emily Prentiss, Miss. I'm the new transfer student." She said, albeit rather meekly.

"Oh, yes. Come on in." Principal Strauss walked back into her office and Emily dutifully followed. She'd learned a few schools back not to mess with the principal, they'd make your life hell if you did. "Please, sit." Principal Strauss gestured to the seat facing her desk. Emily nodded and sat down. Principal Strauss started rummaging through neatly stacked papers on her desk and pulled out a single piece of paper. "Here." She said, handing it over to Emily. "This will be your timetable. You've already chosen your classes so all should be in order." To Emily, principal Strauss didn't seem hostile, but she wasn't the most welcoming, either.

"Thank you." Emily said. She looked over her timetable and saw all of her classes were correct. She had study periods too because there was no point in her taking French, Spanish or Italian since she could already speak them all fluently. "It's all correct, Miss."

"Good." Principal Strauss said plainly. "Good luck for your first day." Emily took this as a sign to leave.

"Thank you." She picked up her black canvas backpack and left the office in pursuit of her first class.

Aaron Hotchner entered AP English just as the bell went off. He'd had to drop his younger brother Sean off at school this morning because his teacher had needed to see all of the students' parents about an upcoming field trip and his mother hadn't been around for years and there was no chance at all of his father going - so he had to. Sighing, he took his seat next to Haley Brooks, who kept giving him odd looks he didn't feel comfortable with at all.

Just as the teacher was about to begin, the door swung open again and a girl clad in black stumbled into the room.

"Sorry… I couldn't find the room." She said. "I'm new here."

"Your name?" The teacher asked, sounding rather bored.

"Emily Prentiss." Emily replied.

"Oh yes, right. I remember." The teacher said. "Um, sit over there next to Kate." Emily followed his gaze to the back of the room and to a girl with beautiful wavy chocolate brown hair that stopped just short of her shoulders and an innocent look. Emily nodded and walked to the back of the room. She sat down next to Kate and took her books and pencil case out of her bag. Kate smiled at her.

"Hi." She said, sweetly. "I'm Kate Callahan." She offered her hand to Emily, who shook it.

"Emily Prentiss." She said. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Emily had no more time to admire Kate's beauty as the teacher began speaking. She turned and faced the front. No. She scolded herself. Look what happened the last time you were interested in someone. Let it go. You're a freak, anyway.

Ashley Beauchamp sat alone in the cafeteria at lunch. She pushed her food around on the plastic plate. She didn't really feel like eating. She'd just had PE and had had to endure listening to the compliments her fellow sophomore Jennifer Jareau on her beautiful figure and the snide remarks about her own 'flabby stomach'. She looked across the cafeteria and her eyes landed upon Jennifer. Oh, how Ashley wishes she was more like Jennifer. She was a star player on the soccer team (and only a sophomore, she could only imagine what she'd be like next year), she had loads of friends and she was so popular. Her headache coupled with PE and Jennifer made Ashley not want to touch her food at all. She pushed the tray away from her and started her chemistry homework instead.

Elsewhere in the cafeteria sat Spencer Reid. Spencer was only 12 years old and a senior in high school. It was safe to say he was a genius. But being a child prodigy didn't come without its problems. Everyone thought he was a freak, everyone. Especially after the end of the last school year when he was lured toward the football field and forced to strip naked and was tied to a flagpole. He'd never live that one down. His mother didn't even notice he got home at gone midnight. She'd been having one of her episodes. She was schizophrenic, something Spencer had been forced to learn how to deal with as his father had walked out on them a number of years previously. So, between being a child prodigy and having a schizophrenic mother, Reid guessed he really was a freak after all. His one friend was a fellow senior named Penelope Garcia. She was eccentric, and a bit of an outcast like him. They got on very well. Soon after lunch had started she sat down next to him. She was wearing knee high red faux leather boots with matching elbow length gloves, a floral yellow skirt, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt. Yes, she was eccentric.

"Hey, Boy Genius." She said, sitting herself down next to Spencer.

"Hi Penelope." He replied. He took a bite of his tuna sandwich while Penelope picked the carrots out of her soup. "You know, you really should eat those, they're full of-" he started, he was about to explain the benefits of eating carrots when he was cut off.

"Yeah, I know, I know. But they're icky, I'm not eating them." Spencer frowned and went back to his tuna sandwich. "Done anything interesting today?" She asked him after swallowing a mouthful of her soup.

"Oh, yes!" Spencer exclaimed excitedly. He went on to explain what he'd learned in ACP physics that morning. Penelope wasn't really interested, but could see that her friend was so she listened to him nonetheless. He was her best friend.

"I still don't get it." Derek Morgan complained. All he wanted was to spend his lunch in the cafeteria with the other football players. Not to be stuck in the library being tutored for English Lit by Alex Miller. Sure, she was nice enough, but what sophomore wanted to be seen with a senior in the library at lunch. It would be different if she were hot, but she wasn't so it was just plain embarrassing. It's not like she wasn't decent looking, but she had more of a motherly appearance rather than the typical hot teenage girl appearance. Again, it was not anything that would get Derek any street credit, but she was nice, which was the only thing that made this tutoring session tolerable.

"Okay," Alex said, she thought about how best to explain this to the sophomore, "imagine being dead-set on winning the championship football game."

"I am." Derek interceded. She smiled.

"Okay, so imagine you're so set on it you'd do anything to make sure you win it. Even murder the opposing team members that might stand in your way."

"Okay…" Derek agreed.

"That's what Macbeth did. The witches told him that he would be King hereafter, so he and Lady Macbeth were so blinded by their desire for Macbeth to become King, that they murdered those who stood in their way so they could get there. Does that make more sense?" Derek's eyes widened.

"Oh! Yeah, I do!" He exclaimed. She chucked.

"Good, let's look at the consequences next."

I've got practically the whole next chapter written, so hopefully it'll be out soon!

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