So I'm trying something new and different here. I started watching American Horror Story a while ago and I'm into it now. Anyway there are a few changes in this story. Eh, I hope you enjoy.

Date: 2011

Violet and her parents were moving to Los Angeles from Pennsylvania. She was getting picked on by many rude girls. She wore a black hat most of the time. Her parents were going through a rough time and they thought moving would solve their problems. Violet was blasting her rock music from her iPod and laid her head down her seat.

"I think this will be a nice change, what do you think Violet?" Her father, Ben asked as his hands were placed on the wheel. He didn't hear a response back so he repeated her name.

She took one earphone off her left ear and replied, "Huh?"

"I said that Los Angeles will be a nice change for us."

"Oh yeah, definitely." She replied back sarcastically, "Moving to a new school in the middle of my junior year, how fucking refreshing." She spat back.

"Violet!" Her mother Vivien screeched out who was in the passenger seat aside of Ben.

"Sorry.." The brunette teen mumbled.

Violet's POV:

So it's day 1 at Los Angeles and I already hate it. I've seen ads and stuff on television about this city and it looks so fake. I hate most places in this world. Well, I guess I like the cold weather. I don't know anymore really… Today is Sunday in the beginning of January and I start my 11th grade year tomorrow. I feel like I should keep a journal to write all this stuff down, although that sounds kinda silly. My dad bought me a leather kind of journal last month. Maybe I will write everything down in the journal. I took my earphones away and placed them inside my bag. My mom told me that all of our furniture are already placed in our new home, which I think is kind of weird. I guess I'll just start writing in my journal tonight then.

Later…

Jan. 9, 2011 Sun.

Dear journal, ugh, that sounds so dumb. Friend? Diary? Journal? Fuck it. I don't know how to put it since I don't have much friends. I'll just go with journal. So hello stupid journal, I'm Violet Marie Harmon. So I have to go back to some public school tomorrow with people I do not even know. I'm not that open with people. Some say I'm awkwardly anti-social and maybe I am. I'm still trying to figure it out. Well I want to go to sleep right now so goodnight dumb journal. - Violet H.

Violet POV

My mom woke me up just now to get ready for school. How lovely. I can smell blueberry pancakes from downstairs though. I remove my PJ shirt and I start to touch my skin on my stomach. No. I don't want to be like those insecure girls who stare at themselves in the mirror, wanting to throw up or not eat any food. I shook my head and button my shirt and put a warm cardigan around my arms. My hand touches the scars that were placed on my wrists and I cringe a little. I put on comfortable jeans and my new pair of boots on. I have straight usual hair and honestly, I don't give a fuck on what people say about me. I put on my hat that I always wear. I enter to the kitchen to see my mom placing a plate of pancakes for me.

She gives me one look and I already know what she's about to say…

"Oh Violet, that stupid hat again?" She complained as I mimicked her with my mouth.

I just sit down and I begin to cut my pancakes so I can eat them.

"Violet, I just want to tell you that I hope you can start new and be more open to people." My mom said while holding onto her cup of coffee.

"It's not so easy Mom. People are so judgmental and stupid." I tell her.

All she does is sigh and chugs down her coffee.

After a while, she dropped me off at my new school. It's a big school to be honest. It has about four floors and three buildings. I read up the huge words, "Harrison Senior High School." I walk inside the office and ask for a schedule. My first class is Literature. I have homeroom to go to first though and it's in the second floor. I can see that people are staring at me as I walk the hallways. Who am I to them? Most of them have their quality cellphones and designer clothes and then there's me. I get to my homeroom and it wasn't so bad. A guy with shaggy black hair kept glaring at me though. He was talking to his friend until he walked up to me.

"Sup." He told me but I just glare at him. "Hi." I speak up.

"I'm Trevor Woods. You're new here?" He introduced himself and I nodded my head yes.

"So you're a junior huh?" He asked me another question. "Yup, I am." I get a better look at him and I can see a small scar hiding in his neck from his hair. As we talk more, a few other people start to walk inside our homeroom. They all the look the same to me. It was then until a tall, lonely kid with blonde hair with a black thermal walked inside.

"Oh my god, it's the creep.."

"He looks so insane.."

I hear harsh whispering from people as they watch him take his seat.

Trevor leaned in to me and quietly said, "That's Tate Langdon, a senior, and everyone thinks of him as a psychopath."

End of ch. 1 ! :o