The soft pitter patter of the rain was like music to your ears. You could listen to it all day, but nope! You had to go cook, clean, do laundry for your father. A drunk idiot. It was pure torture to you. It may no sound bad, but he gave you a good beating if you did not do as told. You were to slave of the master. The servant of the Earl. The Peasant to the King. You hated him with your whole heart, but you couldn't legally leave home until 18...

While in the middle of a perfectly good school dare (rare for you) your dad pulled you out of school. You climbed into his car quickly, the smell of alcohol hitting your nose straight on made you want to puke, but buckled in anyways. He sloppily opened his door and climbed in while holding a swaying bottle of beer.

"Father, why did you pull me out of school like this?" You questioned, trying not to sound to mad. You looked around at his car and wow...it had a ton more beer bottles then you've ever seen in your life before. You pondered, how he was not in jail by now...but then again..he always drove straighter while drunk. Your father was backwards and a little bonkers in the head. Wait. Little is an understatement..

"Well sweetie, I've enrolled you into a new schooollll!" He said with a slurred speech. You just looked at him in disbelief. You absolutely could not, under any circumstances transfer to a new school! Your friends were all here! They helped you control...it!

"What!? Y-you cant! No! I-I absolutely refuse! You cannot make me do this! No! Just n-" Your sentence got cut short as his hand connected to your face with a SMACK. You stared at him angrily. This was normal, but never and fun. "Fine." For the rest of the ride home, you bit your tongue back to keep from saying any sharp witted comments that would set off the ticking bomb sitting next to you. Once you reached home, you hurried to the kitchen to escape your father. He never entered the kitchen. Ever. He believed it was only the woman's job to do the cooking and cleaning and blah blah blah. To much of your disappointment, he had however, came in here...early that is, but only to pile up his massive amount of dirty dishes. Oh how you hated him now.

"School...new school! That's terrific! Perfectly fine! Yep! Just...crash big news onto me! Sure, I'm positively fine with this!" You angrily ranted to yourself as you furiously scrubbed the plate caked in spaghetti sauce. After a long few hours, of dish cleaning and cooking, you headed up to your room. At this point in life, you refused to eat downstairs with your father, let alone be in the same room at all. Once your reached your door, you found a uniform hanging on you door. 'Hey...isn't West Ninjago High a public highschool?' You wondered, then carefully looked at the sewn patch of your sweater. 'Hm...I guess not...' Well, whatever it was, you were not looking forward to this new school ordeal.

~Morninggg~

"-Yaaawwwnnn- Ahh! I gotta get ready!" You panicked as it was already 6:30am. You had to get yourself ready, then cook a meal for your dad for both breakfast and lunch, and then get to school by 7am. You knew it, today was just your Doomsday. Okay, so that may be a bit harsh, but then again..

It was a miracle! You had made it! Just as the bell rang for school to start, you had made it into the school. 'Wow...this is fancy...Academy style..but...why isn't it in the name?' After thinking the question, you realized something. Your brain thought of too many questions...

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Someone hissed as you accidentally walked into a tall, strong figure. A little scared, you managed to look up, examining his every feature, his emerald eyes, pale blonde hair, skinny, but sturdy looking figure. After a few seconds, you regained your composure and snapped. "Maybe watch where your going instead. " You shot back icily. Wasn't as harsh as you wished for it to be, but you thought your icy tone would be more than enough. You saw his hard stare falter a bit in surprise, but only for a split second. He just gave you a hard glare that pierced right through your sould then left. 'Wow...I can already tell this is gonna be one weird year...' You shook your head and continued down the hall.

"Excuse me! Ah so sorry! Forgive me! Pardon! AHHH WATCH OUT MISS!" Someone yelled while bolting down the hallways, and finally crashing into you. This time, it wasn't your fault. As you fell to the ground, you saw his papers and books fly everywhere. As you landed on the ground, or so you thought was the ground, you hit a warm, strong torso? What...oh no oh no oh no! Why did you have to be such an embarrassing person!? You internally scolded yourself, not realizing you were doing a push up over his blushing figure.

"Crap! I'm sorry Mister!" You apologetically looked at him, trying to show no embarrassment as he seemed to already be failing at it. As he looked for the right words, you started gathering up his messy papers and book into a neat pile. He started blushing an even darker pink, soon turning red. "Um..Mister...are you alright? You look really red...do you have a fever?!" You quickly checked his forehead for a fever, then sighed seeing as there was none. He was just simply embarrassed...or nervous...you weren't really sure. Considering what just happened. Today certainly was not your lucky day anyways.

"O-oh no, I mean yes! Yes , the weather is oka-...crap...sorry! Yes, I am okay! Everything is good! Thank you very much!" He smiled nervously. From his impression, you could tell that he wasn't very good with girls...at all. "I-I'm am ice! I mean Zane! Craaaap sorry for wasting much of your precious education time! I must be going so I'm not any later to class! See you around!" He frantically yelled as he dashed off again while yelling different pardons and excuse me's. "Wait..I...Crap well..." You had wanted to ask for the emerald eye's name and...how to get to your first class. "Nice to meet you Zane." You whispered to no one in particular.

*Class*

Somehow, you had managed to make it to class on time, actually, 5 minutes early. So you hummed to yourself and sat down, preparing a pencil and notebook. This was the class on 'The History of Ninjago'. Quite boring you thought. Looking around the classroom, you noticed the students slowly filling in. A few of the guys caught your eyes though. WAIT NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAYYY. You kind of mentally freaked out. You saw the guy from earlier with the books and paper. Pale skin, ice blue eyes, a pale blue armband, and almost snow white hair. Another guy game in behind him well, looked like he was nagging him for something. He had spiky brown hair, amber eyes, this guy wore a red armband-he's not the leader!-. Next, two bickering guys walked in, each in a choke hold...the one had royal blue eyes and smoothed brown hair, with an electric blue armband. Lastly...the second bickering guy...he was actually kinda short for the age, he had longish jet black hair, dark chocolate eyes, and a black armband, which was barely noticeable on the black blazer.

"Ahem...May I sit here?" You heard a cool voice say.

"Yeah sure." You simply replied without looking up. The ask-er stared at you in interest. You stood up to him, and plain out rude really. Boy were you going to get a surprise once you looked over though. As soon as he thought that, you looked over with surprise written all over your face. He smirked with satisfaction, this was going to be the best year ever. Your look of surprise, quickly turned into a glare, then confusion. 'Why would he want to sit here?' You pondered.

"Hm...Uh...who are you?" You asked politely.

"Me?," He turned his head around and looked in your direction,"why I am Lloyd Garmadon, son of Lord..Sensei Garmadon. Evilest in school! Heheh..." He chuckled to himself a little. It sounded lonely though, you observed. "Hm..but you're just a simple commoner, so I might just leave you alone..." Smirking, he turned back to the front of the room.

Too clouded by anger, you forgot about his lonely laugh,"HEY! Who are you callin' a commoner, snake boy!?" You weren't really sure of an insult name, but you glanced at his tie that had a snake on it.

"Simply you." He replied. GRAHH He was getting on your nerves, such a childish teenager...You were beginning to hate this guy a lot.

*Lloyd's POV*

'This new girl is so...interesting...stands up for herself...has the worst comebacks ever, and isn't afraid of m- wait! I want her to be afraid of me! Th-that's right! I am Lloyd Garmadon! Son of...L-Lord Garmadon! Most feared boy.' I sighed as I tried to convince myself of this. I will definitely be in denial of this!

'Snake boy..hm.." I muttered under my breath. I was indeed, very interested...