A/N: This fic could get a bit controversial, and I apologize in advance if anyone gets offended by what I write

My Last Hope Chapter One

King High School was a bustling little community inside of the huge beehive of activity that Los Angeles was. The city was a monster in comparison to the school, and the school was huge as it was! A girl tentatively pulled open the heavy metal door that guarded the entrance to King High, a goldenrod colored slip of paper nervously clutched in her hand as searched desperately for a class room she had never seen before.

For a girl from small town Oregon she had quite the LA look to her. The bangs that hung down in her face were a shade of magenta, the rest of her hair raven black. The metallic nails applied to the tips of her fingers gave her otherwise delicate hands a claw-like appearance.

Her tough appearance however was betrayed by her white t-shirt featuring the logo of the female fronted pop-punk group Paramore. She walked down the hall, staring down at the schedule in her hand, looking up only to identify room numbers, when she walked head on into the girl who would set forth quite the interesting chain of events.

"Oh, ow," The girl said, rubbing her forehead, the point of contact between her and the other girl. She looked up, at the girl who was leaning against the wall. "Sorry," She offered lamely.

"Oh, it's alright," The blonde girl said, "are you new?"

"Um, yeah."

"I'm Spencer," the blonde said holding out her hand, the other girl shook it and smiled.

"I'm Mina," she tucked a lose strand of her magenta bangs back behind her ear, "I hate to be a bother, but could you help me find my class?"

Spencer smiled warmly, immediately causing Mina to feel at peace. Seeing someone who knew this place so well offer help made Mina have a little hope for LA.

"Can I see your schedule?" Spencer asked, and Mina nodded handing it over. "Hey!" the blonde said excitedly, "we have first hour together."

"Really?" Mina said, excited at this prospect. She wouldn't have to step into her first class all by herself.

"Yeah, follow me," Spencer said, turning to walk down the hall. Mina followed behind her as though she were a lost puppy dog following her master. After they arrived at the class, Spencer offered Mina a seat next to her near the middle of the class. As Mina reached into her purple backpack to grab out a notebook and pen, the teacher walked into the room and stood in front of the class.

The teacher was a man who looked like he was in his late-thirties. The sides of his hair near his ears were turning gray while the rest of his hair was dark. His face seemed to show no age and made it look as though the dress shirt and tie he wore made him uncomfortable.

"Well, well," he smiled warmly, "it would appear we have a new student. I guess that would make you Mina Nissim?" The girl nodded from her seat. "Why don't you come up here and tell us all about yourself?"

"There isn't that much to tell," Mina said sheepishly. Of course that wasn't true. There was a lot of interesting things she could say about herself. How she was a drug addict, how she was almost beaten to death, and there was that OTHER secret that no one knew about except her family.

"I'm sure that's not true," He said goading her.

"Go on," Spencer said, looking at Mina expectantly. Mina sighed in response.

"Okay, well, my family, my Mom, my sister and my brother just moved here from Oregon. I think LA is kind of crazy so far," she said and shrugged her shoulders.

"Alright," he said and turned towards the board, just as a slip of paper slid onto Mina's desk.

"Mina,

Meet me after school, I'll show you around LA.

-Spencer"

Mina looked over and smiled, giving Spencer a nod. Maybe LA wouldn't be so bad?