Ok this is my first story ever! And the chapter is short because I don't have much time and it's really a test. It will get more interesting once the plot sets in motion!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Teen Titans!

Lying down in bed, staring at the ceiling. That's all I ever really do anymore. The days have blurred together. In fact, I don't even know what day it is anymore. My weeks are all the same. Monday through Friday, I attend Jump City High, ran by the all powerful Kitten and her gang of Barbie dolls. Kitten Moth is everything a girl could want to be, on the outside at least. Blonde, thin, gorgeous, but with the attitude that almost makes people want to kill her. But because of the load of cash she carries, and her not completely real body, she rules the school with ease.

I am one of the few who doesn't bow down to her feet. My name is Kori Anders. Kitten and I co-captain the varsity cheerleading squad here at Jump City High. I look nothing like Kitten, auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, tan, I too am what every girl wants to be. But I don't use it to my advantage. The only time you'll ever find me in shorts or a skirt is when I cheer. I hate cheering. I hate it more than I hate Kitten herself. But it's what my mom would've wanted. 3 years ago, my mother was killed in a car accident. The killer was never caught; it was a hit and run. I know I hate cheering but it's the only thing I feel I can do to keep connected to her.

I slowly got out of bed after noticing it was 5 a.m. Lazily walking to shower, I washed my long hair. I loved my hair. My self-esteem is very high, but don't get that confused with arrogance. After completing my shower I wrapped my hair in a towel, and looked at myself in mirror. My green eyes held bags underneath them. Every time I have a nightmare about my mother I get bags under my eyes. I crept back into my room, trying not to wake my brother or father. Ryan is my younger brother. While I'm a 16-year-old junior in High School, he is merely a 10 year old in 7th grade. He is my best friend, besides Rachel of course.

I carefully choose my outfit for the day. Purple V-neck, dark denim skinny jeans with my purple converse. I dress pretty simply, judging I'm co-captain cheerleader. But I guess that's why people look up to me as a role model. At Jump City High, cheerleader doesn't mean slut. (Unless you're referring to Kitten.)

After grabbing a muffin with some juice, I grab my bag and head out to my car. I drive a 2010 silver Ford Focus. It was something my mother had bought for me before she passed, so it was new at the time. My family isn't rich, but we're pretty well off.

I find the closest parking spot I can find and exit my car, immediately greeted by my best friends. Victor, a tall, muscular African American. Garfield, a tan blonde skinny boy. And Rachel, a raven hair colored pale girl. We were known to be inseparable, and I guess they are right about it.

"Hey there little lady!" welcomed Victor greeting me in a bear hug.

"V- Vic. Can't. B-Breathe." I struggled for air laughing.

Victor released me and patted the top of my head. I smiled at that.

"Hey Gar, hey Rachel." I welcomed them both into hugs.

"Sup Kori!" Garfield acknowledged, I got a soft "Hey." from Rachel.

I pulled away from the embrace and it left Gar and Rae hugging. When they both realized it they pulled away fast, Gar was blushing and Rachel fumed. Victor looked at me and I winked. We have been trying to get these two to show their feelings for years. Garfield was more obvious than Rachel.

"Well. I'm going to be late." Rachel muttered and practically ran inside the school.

Garfield watched her go, a goofy smile on his face.

"C'mon grass stain, time for class!" Victor slapped Garfield on the back.

"Dude! I'll beat you!" Garfield responded and sprinted towards the school, Victor following close behind.

"KAY BYE!" I yelled after them, giggling to myself.

I slowly walked up the stairs to enter the building to go to my first period, gym. The hallways of Jump City High were like a zoo. Couples making out, jocks tossing the football, and then there was Kitten with her followers. And with those bimbos stood Richard Grayson, the high school hottie.

Richard Grayson was loaded. And I mean LOADED. He was adopted by Bruce Wayne when his parents died in some kind of accident he won't tell anyone about. But he was the stereotypical guy that every girl dreamed of. Jet black hair that was spiked in a way that made girls drool. He was a billionaire, and a playboy. He loved hitting on girls, having his way with them, and never calling. He currently is dating Kitten, they've been together for about 2 weeks. (That's long for Dick.) I walked by them on my way to class and Kitten looked me up and down in disgust.

"Well Richie-poo, look what the cat dragged in!" She spat, curling her fingers like a cat.

"All I see is you, baby," Richard responded and pulled her into a disgusting kiss.

I cringed and walked on by. I'm immune to his charm, and would NEVER let him flirt with me. I'm saving myself for marriage, and I'm not letting some stupid playboy hump and dump me. I approached the gym and sighed, not wanting to cheer right now, or ever really.

Once the plot sets in motion the chapters will be longer, and it will be a lot more interesting I promise! Please REVIEW. I rely on feedback as an inspiration, and please don't be mean! I'm new and am trying to write for a very certain reason. Thanks for reading3