Short intro to what will probably end up being a very long fic. Not the first fic I've written but the first yj and the first on this account which is exciting I guess :) Read and review please, it means a lot!
I pause on the sidewalk in front of Gotham Academy and allow my eyes to scan the large building before me. Large arches and curved windows stand tall and menacing as I stare. I take a deep breath in and adjust my navy blue pleated skirt to cover more of my bruised legs. Finally, I pull my long blonde hair over my shoulder as I walk toward the sea of navy blue blazers and red ties. I try to look confident. I'm Artemis Crock, I fight crime and I've faced much worse than this. I can do it. Right?
I know I won't fit in here. How could I? Between my scholarship and my "after school activities," how can I relate to these preppy rich kids? I remind myself that it doesn't matter. I have my friends on the team and I have my mom and I that if worst comes to worse I can beat up even the strongest kid here.
Everything is tall at Gotham. The ceilings are tall, the windows are tall, all the girls here look like models and most of the guys do too. I see one kid who is probably the shortest thing in the whole school. He is thin, has blue eyes, dark hair and he looks oddly familiar. He passes by me with a knowing glance and stupid grin. I push my arched eyebrow up before lifting a finger to say something to him but before I can he is off laughing with a pretty red-haired girl.
The bell rings and I couldn't have been happier to get away from the other kid's socializing. The most popular conversations are cars, clothes, and a girl named Bette's party this weekend. Apparently it is a big deal.
I walk into my first class, chemistry, and sit down on the small stool behind the lab bench. I have no idea why skirts were ever invented because sitting in a skirt is one of the most awful things ever. I awkwardly adjust the pleated material while trying to keep my legs crossed when I met my lab partner for the rest of the year. She sits down beside me and, just my luck, it is the Bette girl who is having a party this weekend. I am absolutely positive that she would be rich, stuck up and that I wouldn't like her. She taps me on the shoulder and asks me what my name is.
"Artemis" I reply cooly. It might have sounded a little rude but whatever. Her eyes drop a little but she quickly went back to talking to me.
"So are you new here?" She asks, "I'm Bette by the way."
"Yeah I am." I say. My tone must have made it very clear that I am not in the mood to talk. She looks a little hurt but that isn't my problem. I just have to survive the rest of the day and get back to the cave.
I guess that Gotham doesn't get new students very often, or maybe news just travels fast, but by the end of the day everyone knows that there is a new girl named Artemis whose parents weren't rich. Well there goes my already low chance at a social life. I walk out of school keeping my head down. Someone calls after me, "Hey Artemis where are you headed? The slums?" I clench my fists and continue to walk away, knowing that soon I will be with my best friends in the world.