Zane is coming to Horizon based on drug charges. Her band has been touring for the past two years and the party lifestyle has overtaken them. Here is the story of Zane Flighter and how she adapts to life at Horizon. Will feature all Cliffhangers. Only change is Shelby and Scott never had a relationship. Its not that i have a problem with the way they were cast in the show, but I'm putting my spin on it. K?

CHAPTER 1:

Life in the fast lane. I thought nothing could touch me. That I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, however I wanted. I grew up poor, so when I was offered a little bit of money to pick up my guitar with my band and start touring, I knew it was totally for me. My parents tend to have a temper when they hit that bottle. Our manager promised that we would go places we never even dreamed of. I was just trying to get away from them; my band all was. We promised each other that we wouldn't fall into the pitfalls that others bands have. No drugs except for some drinking and smoking pot. My third week on tour and I'd already tried coke. Man, was I cool. Dropping acid before a show was the way to go; you will never feel more like a god then when you are out of your mind high and playing a set in front of people that are there just to hear your music. Things were going great, and then I got arrested.

The judge brought me before him and already labeled me a hood. Theft, hustling, and violence charges have all been brought against me before, but growing up on these Venice streets what can you really expect? My town is a shithole and I couldn't be prouder of it. This time, the charges were for possession and use of illegal substances including marijuana and cocaine. This time, the judge wasn't going to go easy on a screw up like me. This time, I wasn't going to be given a second chance to straighten out.

"I'm sentencing you to eight months at Mount Horizon, a reform school in the Pacific Northwest. Here you may learn that your actions have consequences and life is not the big party you've been living," Judge Patterson stated.

"You don't know shit about my home life, sugar," I said cockily as I lit a cigarette.

One thing I've always had a problem with is rules and authority figures. My cigarette was immediately taken from my mouth and I was shoved roughly against the court table before being cuffed.

"Take it easy, this face sells records," I said cockily.

I glanced at my band, who smiled encouragingly at me. They are the three people I can honestly say I still love in this world. Through everything, they have been there. We range from the ages 16-19 with me being the youngest. There's Jason, whose like my older brother and whose yelling at me to shut the hell up before the judge sends my ass to Juvie. Then there's Drake, who is the life of the party and who is always willing to go surfing with a killer hangover. Lastly is Madeline, one of the few girl friends I have. We can talk about boys and the other things that our band mates can't understand. My manager was standing with them. We call him LJ and he's shown us all the ropes of touring and shit; he's in charge of the gigs and the drugs. It sounds bad, but the guy took us under his wing two years ago and got our band off the ground. It's safe to say he's the father figure in my life; sure he let's us party, but he tries to keep us in control. He'd be escorting me to Horizon and I know we'd be flying high as my last hurrah for the next eight months.

"Well looks like once again you've fucked up," my father stated before kicking the living hell out of me.

Being handcuffed, I had no way of stopping him so I would be showing up at this Horizon place with a black eye and split lip. I sure do hate my parents. LJ already had my bag and I was released into his custody and he would be driving me to camp. Saying goodbye to my band was the worst; we haven't been apart for more than a few days since I was little. This arrest sure did come at an inconvenient time since my band has really been getting noticed lately. This time off will let us get some new material written and hopefully get our partying a bit more under control.

"Look, kid," Jason said, "It was a mistake and you got caught. From now on just don't get so goddamn high before you play a show and don't keep that shit on you."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't go make your millions without me," I said.

This was a joke because we've all been offered money to join other bands and make more money. Truth is, we know that together we will make it huge. I hugged them all tightly before LJ said it was time to go. They waved until I was out of sight. My long blonde hair cascaded in front of my blue eyes and I brushed my side bangs out of my face before leaning my forehead against the cool window. Man, I was gunna miss the fast lane. The next three hours consisted of a handle of vodka and some weed that LJ had brought. Thirty minutes before we arrived at the school, he handed me a little packet which held two pills.

"Well shit, I'm gunna be fucked," I said and we roared with laughter.

LJ pulled into the parking lot and we were met by Peter, who said he ran things around here. My manager didn't stay long; he had a long drive home. My mind was a total blur as Peter explained the rules and regulations of Horizon. It appeared I was going to be joining the Cliffhangers group.

"One last cigarette before hell starts?" I asked with a grin.

Peter forbade it, however, and sent me into a room to get a physical. The doctor was nice enough and it wasn't like I was going to cause her any problems. Sophie, my counselor, went through my bag and told me she was going to have to confiscate my alcohol and cigarettes. This got me pretty pissed off, but she was patient and I let her get on with the search.

"Piercings out," she instructed.

I took out the piercing in my ear as well as my belly button; I'm not really into the heavily pierced look. Sophie briskly glanced at my tattoos, which I have a couple of; four to be exact, but she could only see two of them.

"That's beautiful," She remarked about the Hawaiin flower and surfboard on my wrist.

I nodded, "Surfing is pretty much my life. And music."

Sophie looked at me for a second and stated that she smelled alcohol on my breath. My face instantly went into the dubious look I always gave my mother when she asked if I've been drinking. Unlike my mother, Sophie had the access to a breathalyzer and I was busted. What a great start I'm having here. Detox is where I got to spend my first few hours until the alcohol was out of my system. Luckily for me, those pills LJ had given me were magic; he'd said they'd last till late tonight. It was around six before I got to meet my fellow group mates. Damned if they thought I was really going to remember those names now. Scott, Juliette, Auggie… I forget the rest already.

"I'm Zane," I said coolly.

I looked down at my tanned arms and waited for the meeting to continue. It bugged me out to have everyone staring at me. Over time, these pills began to really work me over. For a while, we just chatted about our feelings. It was pretty lame. When my turn came, I spiced it up some. Hell, I told you I wasn't good with authority figures.

"I feel like this acid is giving me a good fucking trip," I started.

Peter cut me off and ran me through a series of tests to see my current state. Sure enough, I failed miserably. We all heard him mumble to Sophie that she should have been on the lookout for this kind of thing considering my record but she claimed my chaperone was supposed to be a responsible adult in my life who would ensure there was no drug use. Some of the Cliffhangers found this all very funny, while others did not; especially that Juliette chick.

"That's despicable. She can barely even stand," She remarked.

"I'm despicable? You're the one who just admitted to being anorexic. Now that's disguisting," I shot back.

"Enough!" Peter shouted, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin.

I was told that I would be put back in Detox and Sophie began to show me the way.

"I think I know where it is, thanks," I mumbled, shaking her grip loose and shutting the door to the small room behind me.

The next few hours I played some music and drifted in and out of sleep. When Peter emerged through the door the next morning, I was finally sober.

"Let's start again," I said with a smirk, "I'm Zane."

"Zane, the behavior you have demonstrated today will no longer be tolerated here. You are not permitted to use drugs or alcohol during your stay here."

I nodded to show that I understood, but I sure as hell wasn't going to like it. Peter then told me I was expected to apologize to Juliette and I shrugged and told him I'd get right on then.

"Would you like to talk about why you're here?" Peter said.

"My file says it all. Rambunctious teenager in a band whose been given every chance to turn her life around but manages to slip into the musician lifestyle of drugs. I'm a fucking cliché man."

Peter actually laughed at my statement after telling me about my language. He said I was charismatic and I couldn't blame him. Everywhere I go, I tend to make friends and have a lot of fun. Horizon wasn't going to be any different; well maybe a tad. One thing's for sure; I'm not living in the fast lane any more.

END OF CHAPTER.

Hope you guys liked it, i really like the strong character of Zane. She is witty and funny. REVIEWS please :)