A/N: Hey guys. First Loki fic. Hope you like it!

High school sucks. Everyone knows this. Everyone has most likely had to suffer through it. Of course there are some bitches who enjoy making other kids lives more miserable than they might already be. No, I am not one of those bitches. I'm one of the bitches who beats the shit out of bullies. Heck, guys twice my size won't go up against me.

Anyways, we've laid that out. Now I should really be paying attention to the teacher but I've got better things to think about. Like how much I can't wait for graduation and I get the hell out of this god-forsaken town. But that's next year. Fuck me.

I wish I could just do a little voodoo on a couple of people, pull some strings. But I haven't mastered that yet. I can do a few simple things, like conjuring or making people trip. Very fun when track and field start practices. Lately, I've been working on teleporting, to no avail. As well as shape-shifting. I have a feeling I can do those things, deep down.

"Kathleen!" God I hate my name.

"Yep, that's me." I looked up into my very angry teachers face. Mrs. Bardge was a fat woman with a hatred just as big. Right now, her face was red, beady little eyes narrowed into slits.

"That's it. Detention. Now." Yes!

"Sure thing. Can I get a slip?" I watched as she turned and started back toward her desk. With a small wave of my hand, an enormous cockroach appeared in front of her. She screamed so loud, I didn't think I'd be able to hear.

"AHH! GET IT AWAY!" She danced around, looking like those pictures of women when they see a mouse. And let me tell you, that's the fastest I've ever seen her run. Now that I think of it, I've never seen her run. Right out the door, too.

"Guess we got free time." One of the boys announced, after the laughter had died down. I was still chuckling.

Everyone whipped out their phones and ipods and started talking up a storm. But I wasn't going to stay here. It's too boring. Picking up my stuff I headed out into the halls. I could hear Mrs. Bardge still screaming somewhere.

I strive to go to detention. It is the single most awesome place in this hell hole. It's the little glimmer of hope, when everything seems lost. Dumping my textbooks in my locker, I started toward the older part of the school.

Originally, there was a school back in the late 30s'. A weird fire started. Killed a bunch of people. Burned the school to the ground. Except for the hall I was heading into now. They decided it would be cheaper just to build around it, add it back in.

All of the problem classes were back here. The ones with all the goths, drunks, druggies and sluts. Most of these kids were in detention. So it's a very large classroom.

And best of all, the teacher was the amazing, in your dreams, kind of teacher. He was in his 20s' and an awesome dude. He sat on his desk and played his guitar almost all the time. He smoked and let the kids smoke, as long as it wasn't a joint. The smell would linger. He loved to drink, but tried not to during school hours. Which must be hard, since there are a few beer cans and hard liquor bottles all around. The school turned their head when someone was a bit tipsy. But they wouldn't stand for the drugs.

Entering the room, cigarette smoke hit me like a slap in the face. But I was used to it. The room was filled with horny and tipsy teenagers. Some sluts sat on desks with their skimpy clothes, sitting in some provocative position. Several boys stared at them, some looking like they were recovering from a hangover. One girl and guy were already grinding up on each other. I grimaced and headed toward Rick. Rick is the teacher.

"Hey, Kat! Back already?" He saw me coming up to him.

"You bet. Did ya hear Bardge's screaming?" He grinned and nodded.

"Impossible not to hear it. What was it this time?"

"A cockroach. A really big one." He chuckled and went back to his guitar.

I turned and grabbed one of the liquor bottles, taking a small swig. It felt good. But I'd be sure not to get drunk until I get home. Now, just to spend the rest of the day in cigarette smoke and guitar playing.

Finally the bell rang for the drivers to get out. Waving bye to Rick and nodding to a few of the others, I headed toward freedom. Unfortunately, Trish and her bitches had to be between me and home.

"Oh look girls. It's Rick's slut. Have a good fuck with him?" Her voice was nasally and obnoxious, to the point that it was nauseating. Her and her groupies were rich little girls who got everything they wanted and has never had to work a day in their life. That made them think that they were better than everyone else.

"Better than what you could get." She was applying lipstick to her botoxed mouth in front of her locker mirror. All of her friends sneered.

Without looking at me she said, "And what makes you think that I can't get a drugged up jackass to sleep with me?"

That's it. I focused on her locker door and jerked my hand forward. The door slammed hard on her face, a crack being heard. Instantly she started crying out.

"That's a good reason." I could tell her nose was broken as it was bleeding profusely. Her friends crowded her, trying to help her. I just laughed happily and walked outside. That's so fun. Like I always say, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, then it's hilarious.

Luckily, tonight was my night off from my job at the town diner. The works not too bad. The money at least keeps me going. I don't have anyone to look after me. I'm all on my own.

Walking toward my old little Subaru, I whipped out my keys and jumped in. Now just to get through the traffic.

I lived way out in the desert. The middle of nowhere really. I couldn't find anything closer. It takes about an hour to get from town to home. The house was real small. Just big enough for me. That's all I needed.

Back to the fact that I'm alone. I don't know who my parents are. As far as I know, or concerned, they're probably dead. I've been thrown around from foster parent to foster parent. They all freaked out, some I think went insane. They saw me doing magic. I wasn't very careful of hiding it. Eventually, I ran off. As far as I could. Which would be a couple of states.

Tired of all the drama. When I was sixteen, I ran from my most recent guardians. Real charmers, too. They beat me on a daily basis. The state was just too stupid or didn't care to see. With the help of a little magic, I should be safe until eighteen. By then they can't do anything.

My little Subaru drove through the desert at eighty. I liked to drive fast when I'm on this road. Little thrill, something I needed. Suddenly there was a loud crack. Looking up into the sky, I saw it was lightening. Very odd.

The sky started to turn dark, the wind blew fiercely, picking up sand with it. What the fuck was going on? We don't get this weather.

As I gawked at the darkening sky, spotting a small tunnel forming, my car drove of the road and into a ditch. I screamed as it flipped a few times, stopping on its top. It started to sound like a train was coming.

Unbuckling myself, I fell onto sharp glass. It hurt like hell, but I had more pressing matters. There was a tornado coming my way. Very angry with lightening striking around it.

Now, here are the choices. One, I get picked up inside the vehicle and spin around until I get thrown out. Two, get out of the car and chance being thrown around like a rag doll. Fear fueling my choice, I scrambled out the broken window. I grimaced as broken glass pressed into my skin.

Quickly I healed it away, getting ready for more serious damage. I could hardly see, it was so dark. But I could see the twisting tunnel very easily. And it was coming my way. I hardly had a chance to scream as I was violently picked up in the tornado.

Somehow, I kept my eyes open. Apparently seeing my death was a bit comforting. No I'm just stupid. This was no ordinary twister. Feeling it deep down, I knew it was something else.

I looked up, seeing a strange bluish light at the top. Don't go toward the light. But I had no choice. My body was jerked around and it felt like something was pulling me into the light.

Suddenly, the noise of the twister stopped. Now there was a rushing sound. Looking around, it seemed like I was in space. It was beautiful. Clusters of stars and all of the colors. A cold chill started to come over my body.

Everything turned into a white blur, and my body sped up further. Finally, I decided to close my eyes. Then gravity was back. Warm air hit me. I jerked my eyes open and saw blue sky, then a field as I crashed down onto it. My body bounced and hit the ground again, rolling for what felt like forever. The breath was knocked out of me and I struggled to breathe in.

There was a loud crack to my side, a few feet away. Laying on my back, I continued to try and suck in air. My chest was in so much pain. Everything was in pain. I felt like I had broke several things.

Air filled my lungs once more, and I gasped and sputtered. Trying to sit up, I cry out. Some ribs were broke. Laying my hand over them, I concentrated hard. Bones were a bit tricky for me. Warmth filled my chest and the pain began to lessen.

Sitting up, I found a few more broke things. Mending them took a little while. When I was satisfied with the small amount of pain I felt, I looked up at my surroundings. What I saw confused me.

I was in the middle of a meadow. Like those that you see in fairytale books. Wild flowers grew all around. The only other thing I saw was a tree line behind me. The field continued on in front of me as far as I could see. On the horizon, I saw several horses with riders coming my way.

I touched my head lightly. Coming away, there was blood. I had no time to heal it. Carefully I tried to get up. Reaching my feet, my head swam, and I felt my body become numb. Falling back down, I could hear hooves. My head continued swimming, until finally everything went black.