"Welcome to the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens."
Enter Cameron Morgan
Age: 16.
Issue: Kleptomaniac.
Description: Skinny, average, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, able to disappear in plain sight.
"What the hell mom? I'm not going to your screwed up home for delinquents with nowhere else to go!"
"Cameron, look around this room and tell me what you see."
Cammie sighed, reluctantly looking around her bedroom as she mentally agreed to play her mothers stupid game. Anything to get her off their current topic.
"I see a king sized mattress a closet full of clothes, makeup, a flat screen TV with a DVD player. Some movies and a lot of hair stuff. No different from any other teenage girl's room."
"And do you know what makes everything in your room different from that of any other teenage girl?" Rachel Morgan paused, but decided to continue when she got no response from her daughter. "YOU STOLE EVERYTHING!"
Cammie flinched as her mother raised her voice before rolling her eyes and collapsing onto her bed.
"Cammie you're going and that's final!"
Cammie groaned, screaming into a discarded throw pillow as her mother slammed the door shut behind her.
Now for Macey McHenry
Age: 16
Issue: Alcoholic
Description: Thin, tall, jet black hair with electric blue eyes, stunning. Senator's daughter.
Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!
Macey McHenry tilted her head back, raising her arm to drain the shot glass she had in her hand.
"Uh Mace, don't you think you've had enough to drink?"
Macey brushed off her friends' warning and climbed into her silver Porsche.
"So I cross my heart and I hope to die, that I'll only stay with you one more night."
She felt her eyelids drooping as she sang along with the radio. The next thing she knew, she saw a blinding light and felt a searing pain shoot through her body.
"This is Officer Swanson. We have a two car crash. In one car, there's a male and a female, both twenty four years old, and in the other, we have a sixteen year old female who appears to be under the influence."
When she realized she had no control over her body, she surrendered, allowing the darkness to engulf her.
When she awoke the next time, she was in a hospital bed with tubes running out of her body, her head was pounding and she had no recollection of what had happened or how she had gotten there. Just as she was about to wake her mother, who sat asleep in the chair next to her bed, a man she didn't recognize strolled through the door.
"Ah , you're awake. Wonderful. I'm Officer Swanson, I was the first officer on sight and I have news that may upset you."
Macey rolled her eyes, but gestured for the officer to go on.
"After the crash, your parents, as well as a psychiatrist, they hired feel that-"
"Wait," Macey said, cutting him off. "I don't remember the crash. Can you tell me what happened?"
The man nodded, but looked worried, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"We're not sure where you were before that but we assume you were driving home and on Main Street, it appears your car swerved into another couple's. They are both fine and you escaped with minor cuts and bruises. However, your family feels that it is in your best interest to attend the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens."
Macey fell back onto the hospital bed, a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over her. Closing her eyes, she succumbed to sleep, hoping to wake up in a better situation.
Fast Forward to Grant Newman
Age: 17
Problem: Gang-banger
Description: Muscular, chestnut hair, blue eyes, resembles a Greek God. Extremely unintelligent.
"Alright Newman, you're up."
Grant moved to the middle of the circle, his face giving away no trace of the turmoil taking place inside him. Taking a deep breath, he willed his voice not to quiver.
"What do I have to do?"
Todd, the leader, stepped forward so that he was right in front of Grant.
"You'll be taking Johnny and Steve with you. Your next task is to find this girl and well, you know what to do with her." He explained, handing Grant a photo of a young girl, probably no older than thirteen.
"Well than what are we waiting for? Let's do it."
Grant walked out of the warehouse, the two older boys trailing after him.
"You sure you want to do this Newman? I know we're both members, but we don't wanna see a good kid go down the wrong path."
Grant shrugged, not trusting her voice to answer. They stopped on the street corner, scoping out their surroundings.
"That's her." Steve said, pointing across the street to a bench where the girl from the photo sat all alone.
"Let's get to it than. You two go back down the alley and I'll get the girl."
Johnny and Steve nodded, disappearing down the dark alley, while Grant crossed the street, taking a seat next to the mystery girl on the bench.
"Hey baby, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"
The girl shrugged, obviously nervous and refused to meet Grant's eyes.
"Why don't you come for a walk with me and I'll make sure you get home safe. It's not safe for a pretty young thing like yourself to be out this late. Come on baby girl, I won't hurt you."
The girl seemed hesitant, but agreed, taking Grant's outstretched hand and following him down the alley.
"Don't worry about covering her mouth, no one can hear her scream."
Oh, how wrong they were.
Grant Newman was awoken by a banging on his front door. Dragging himself out of bed, he wrenched the door open.
"Mr. Newman may we come in?"
Grant nodded, jerked awake by the sight of two fully dressed policemen in front of him.
"Well Mr. Newman, we were previously going to place you under arrest for the rape of thirteen year old Marissa Foley. However," The first cop continued, unfazed by the reactions Grant was giving to this news. "we have now decided that you would be better off attending the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens."
Grant rolled his eyes, standing up to pack but was stopped by the second police officer.
"Until then, Mr. Newman, you are to remain in our custody."
Grant sighed, giving in and allowing the officers to lead him out of the house.
Introducing Jonas Anderson
Age: 16
Issue: Cocaine Addict
Description: Thin, gawky, black hair, hazel eyes, shy but extremely smart.
"Jonas what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm snorting cocaine, what does it look like I'm doing?"
Amber rolled her eyes, storming out of the room and banging on-what Jonas assumed was- his mother's bedroom door.
Snorting another line, Jonas ignored the yelling until it was taking place in his bedroom.
"Jonas Thomas Anderson, what has gotten into you? We have overlooked your problem up until now, but we can no longer put up with this type of behavior any longer."
Wiping his nose, Jonas looked up to see tears in his mother's eyes and immediately felt a twinge of guilt before brushing it off.
"What are you gonna do mom? Kick me out? You and I both know that as much as Amber hates what I'm doing that she'll let me stay with her."
He couldn't hear Amber in the apartment anymore, so he assumed she'd given up and gone home. His mom, however was not giving up that easily.
"Jonas, I'm tired of watching you destroy your and I have looked the other way because we love you but we can see now that we need to get you help."
Rolling his eyes, Jonas stared up at his mother, willing her to just leave him alone.
"Are you done now?"
"Listen to me Jonas, tomorrow you will be packing your things and attending the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens."
Jonas shrugged, not believing a word his mother said and watched with boredom as she slammed the door behind her.
Meet Rebecca Baxter
Age: 17
Issue: Drug Addict
Description: Athletic, slim but muscular, mocha colored skin, brown eyes, straight chocolate colored hair, British, gorgeous.
"What's the deal for tonight baby girl?"
Bex turned to glare at the blonde haired boy sitting behind her before disappearing into her room and returning with what looked like an ordinary jewelry box.
"Whatcha got in there gorgeous?"
Rolling her eyes, Bex sat down at the coffee table while everyone else followed suit.
"Looks like we got some pot, a few shrooms, couple percs, three Xanax, six Valium and some Ecstasy."
Bex nodded, picking up a tab of Ecstasy, two percocet, a Xanax and two mushrooms before relinquishing the box to her so called 'friends'.
"Hey babe, we out. You good?"
Bex mumbled some incoherent words before listening to the door slam shut behind them. Feeling a wave of nausea wash over her, Bex rolled onto her stomach, allowing her head to hand off the edge of the couch.
"Rebecca? Are you home?"
As much as Bex wanted to yell at her father for using her full name, she couldn't bring herself to speak.
"Rebecca, are you okay?"
Mumbling another string of incoherent words, Bex rolled off the couch, unable to bring herself to get up.
"That's it Rebecca. This is the final straw. We've put up with your habits because we understand you're going through a tough time, but this is where I draw the line."
Bex groaned, wanting to respond but not being able to find it in her to control her own mouth.
"We have decided that you will be attending the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens."
Her dad's words were the last thing Bex heard before her world went black.
Say hello to Nick Marshall
Age: 16
Issue: Sex Offender
Description: Muscular, normal height, black hair, blue eyes, relatively nice.
Nick made his way past a group of girls, winking at a cute redhead. Turning around, he saw her watching him and gave her a small smile before disappearing down a side street, knowing she would follow.
"What's a cute girl like you doing all alone?"
The girl shrugged as Nick kissed her, backing her up against the wall. Distracted by his kiss, she didn't notice the flash of silver as he pulled the knife out of his pocket.
"Scream and I won't hesitate to use this. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty little face, now would we?"
The girl shook her head, closing her eyes in hopes of blocking out what was happening to her.
Straightening his clothes, Nick made his way out of the alley only to be stopped by a car with tinted windows.
"Get in, Mr. Marshall."
Nick obliged, sliding across the black leather seats.
"I'm sure you know why you're here. Mr. Marshall, you have been charged with three accounts of sexual assault and we have decided it is in your best interest to attend the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens. Your bags are already packed, so we suggest you just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Nick couldn't find it in him to fight, he just sat back and wondered what kind of girls he would meet at Gallagher.
Welcome Elizabeth Sutton
Age: 17
Issue: runaway
Description: Blonde hair, very tiny, hazel eyes, extremely shy but smart.
"Hey honey, where you coming from?"
Liz shrugged, taking a seat at the bus station. Her eyes flashed to the small TV in the corner where the news was playing.
"Hey. The five-fifteen comes in in ten minutes. Where you headed?"
Liz glanced at the guy beside her, taking in his shaggy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He reminded her of her brother.
"Gallagher."
Something seemed to flash in his eyes but it was gone before Liz could place it.
"That place is for messed up kids. You seem pretty normal to me. Why would a girl like you be heading there?"
Liz shook her head, not willing to explain to a stranger how she hadn't been able to handle her alcoholic mother and abusive father anymore.
"It's better than where I'm coming from." She could only hope.
As the bus pulled up, Liz watched a picture of her face flash across the screen. Turning away from the television, she climbed onto the bus, the mystery boy close behind her.
"I really hope you're right. A pretty thing like you don't belong in a place like Gallagher."
Liz could only hope that she was right too.
And last but not least Zachary Goode
Age: 17
Issue: Orphan
Description: Tall, muscular, dark hair with emerald green eyes, extremely cunning and sneaky.
"Mr. Goode, that was your eighth foster home in three months. What are we going to do with you?"
Zach shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest as the social worker stared him down.
"Why can't you just behave Zachary?"
"First of all, it's Zach. Second of all, he hit me first. Someone ought to tell that kid not to mess with a Goode."
Zach smirked, leaning back in his chair as the social worker glared at him.
"Well since you cannot seem to fit in in any of the foster homes we've chosen, we have another solution."
Zach put his mask up, not allowing his face to betray any trace of emotion as the woman continued.
"We are sending you to the Gallagher Academy for Troubled Teens. You will begin tomorrow."
Zach shrugged, knowing nothing could be worse than his last foster home.
"They're equipped to deal with your type." She explained, closing his file and putting it in her desk drawer.
Zach stood up, plastering his trademark smirk on his face before strutting out of the office.
"Trust me lady," Zach murmured. "No one is equipped to deal with a Goode."
Author's Note:This is short, i know but it's mainly just a prologue. If I get at least five reviews, I'll post the next chapter. I know I never finished my other story but I just don't have much inspiration for it. Please read this and review so I can keep going. Let me know if you guys really like this so I know if I should keep writing or not and don't worry, there will be lots of Zammie moments. Everyone's going to be pretty out of character, as you can see, but I'm sticking with the basic pairings. So like I said, please read and review! Enjoy!