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A/n: faithfully viewers, new and old, thanks for tuning in! Now I'm going to start my Hush Hush fan fiction because I am obsessed hahaha! I hate Nora/Patch; so don't ask for their pairing! Again I will be using an oc like I do in all my stories! Ok? Haha I'm basically replacing Nora with my oc, Vee is still her best friend and I don't know about yet. R/R -Sammi

P.s. I don't own hush hush, it's owned by becca Fitzpatrick I do own my oc! .

Roxi: You really shouldn't hate on Nora too much!

Me: you really shouldn't drink so much!

Roxi: You wanna fight about it? * Evil gleam in her eyes*

Me: *smacks her in the back of the head* Quit being so damn confrontational!

Tehehe r/r

XX CHAPTER1: Semi Charmed life XX

I guess you could say I was screwed up. I didn't really have a home for a while, and in that short, homeless period; I saw a lot of crazy shit.

Things that would make your eyes bleed.

Ever since they put my with that Kandence Hart lady, she's been trying to clean me up. Well, at least I'm no longer in the Razor Wings, the Coldwater gang. Razor Wings was made up with every teen vandal, hoodlum, and stoner. Kinda like the first level of street. Next was Daggers, the one you hear most about on the news.

Kan got me enrolled in school, I'm a junior but I haven't gone since I was a freshman. She said ' it was time for me to do something with my life.' Well, if I wasn't doing anything before then what was going on the last 16 years? I know she means well, but life doesn't change for us that easy. Least, not when we want it to.

I lounged lazily back in my bio seat, feet up on the table clad in hot pink motorcycle boots. My clothes consisted of black fishnets, an old grey boat neck tee and jean shorts. It was sweltering outside, and Coach McConaught was really on us about our final grades. He turned to me.

"And you, Roxanne. You barely even passed this class, you just skated by. How do you supposed your going to get into college with grades like this?" the vein in his forehead throbbed, his face was beet red. All eyes were on me including the hot senior guy in the back who only wore dark jeans, motorcycle boots and polos. Also including the icy glare from Marcie Miller, my enemy and the reason I dropped out of school. I stood up and took a deep breath; sure that what I was going to say would get me into a lot of trouble.

"First of all you need to shut your GODDAMN mouth and quit telling me how to live my life. Secondly, what I do with my life is no business of yours." everybody looked at me in disbelief, I didn't care I wasn't going to sit around and be bitched at because I didn't give a fuck about school. The dark guy didn't even notice, he wore the same expression as if Coach was giving a lecture on organ systems. I did hear Marcie whisper 'Trash' just loud enough for me to hear. I think his name was Patch, and he was certainly what you would call tall, dark, and mysterious. He was quiet, and me and Vee (my best friend) would always find him glancing at me. Patch always seemed to be thinking of something other than bio class, something much more fascinating. Not that I blame him ; the class was a waste of time. Valuable money making time.

"Sorry bitch but I didn't quite hear you? You wanna open up your fucking mouth and articulate?" I leaned against my desk and gave her my full attention. Coach gawked, and was to stunned to make a move.

"That's a big word Roxi, do you even know what it means?" she asked with mock sincerity.

"Roxi I've had enough of this!" Coach grabbed the phone and dialed the main offices number. "Ladies control yourself!"

"Yeah, but I think we all know Marcie has trouble controlling her 'whore moans.'' I laughed at my pun, and even got a few people to snicker in agreement. She looked murderous.

"You bitch!" Marcie said.

"Yeah, I know!" I said happily. She stalked over and towered over me, which wasn't hard to do considering I'm 5'1. The class 'ooo' ed which only egged us on.

" You think your so tough just cause you were in a gang. I bet anybody could beat your ass," she hissed.

"Those are fighting words. You sure you wanna throw down?" I got in her face, and she pushed me back. Coach told us once more to knock it off, but by then he was to late. I had already snapped. I punched her square in the face. Marcie stumbled back clutching the bridge of her nose. Blood gushed and dripped onto her pink blouse.

"Coach look what she did!" Marcie exclaimed, as if we all hadn't seen. I didn't wait for anyone to say anything; I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the room. I collided with someone as I stepped through the door, they fell back. I looked down and saw it was the A.P they sent down, probably to take me to detention. I bolted to the nearest door.

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I didn't go back to the house, by now they would have called Kan. So I went to a usual hang out for me; Bo's arcade. Sometimes I sung there and Bo cut me a deal because more people showed up and watch. It was a simple deal really; I came in for free and got half priced drinks and a little pay, in return I wore short, tight clothes and sang to drunken crowds. It was a cold, demeaning job, but a job nonetheless. Of course, none of the guys would try anything or I would unleash a whole world of hurt on them. I approached the front desk and waited for Bo, a tattooed biker who looked about 40, to notice me.

"Hey Rox what's up, shouldn't you be in school?" Bo was the only dads figure I ever had, he looked out for me and made sure that I had a place to go when things got ruff.

"I ditched, got in a fight. If you could even call it that." I said smugly. "Mind if I work a gig tonight, say around eight? I need the money." I added. I didn't bother telling him what for, he knew that I used the cash for alcohol. That's the only thing I ever splurged on. I started drinking about 3 years ago, for many different reasons.

"I guess so, how's staying with Kan?" he asked while taking money from an older guy with snake tats curling around his biceps.

"Temporary." I laughed with out humor. The social worker had put me with Kan until my mom got back from her trip. I wish I could be like my friends, and say getting moved around was normal. But to be honest, I was always on my own. It was always a choice. It wasn't like I didn't have a home to go back to, I just didn't want to.

Well it's kinda short but that's cuz I am busy. I need some ideas for this story so review ok? Peace out! -Sammi R/R

Roxi: *hits hand with lead pipe* Review or face the consequence.