A/N: Hello! lovethatignites and I had ideas for a Mean Girls EWW style fanfic, so we decided to write one together! :D The trailer for this fanfic is on her profile.

This chapter will be written by me, and the next will be written by lovethatignites :)

Chapter 1

"Now, this is your lunch money, okay? Here's your schedule too. Don't forget, you can always come to my office if you need anything. So, are you ready for your first day of school?"

I smiled, brushing back my dark brown hair, "I think so."

"I can't believe it, it's Emma's big day," my father brought a hand up to wipe the fallen tear away.

I'm sixteen, and until today I was homeschooled. Now, I know what you're thinking, homeschooled kids are freaks. But my family's totally normal. Well, besides the fact that my late mother was a witch and that I'm a witch too, and the Chosen One at that.

It's true, I can cast spells and am destined to protect the Magic Realm. My guardian Lily taught me everything I know, and the Hexoren, a spell book, has almost every spell I could ever need.

Unfortunately I had to leave Lily behind when I left Brookefield; a small rural town in Pennsylvania. You see, my father, Francisco, recently went back to school for a teaching degree. After getting it, a school in Miami called Iridium High wanted him to be their new principal! So it was goodbye Brookefield, and hello high school. Yep, Dad wanted me to get to know people, so no more homeschooling for me.

But I did know a girl back in Brookefield, she was a witch like me. A fun fact about witches is that when you touch one, you get a sort of 'electric shock.' One day when I was running down the street, I happened to bump into her, and we soon became friends. But we can't keep in touch because of my lack of a cell phone.

Back in the present. My dad walked me to the doors, then turned to face me. "Are you sure you're okay? You know where your classes are?"

I didn't want to be a burden to him, he's a principal, he has other things to take care of. "Yeah, Dad. I'm fine!"

He smiled, "if you insist." He gave me a hug before leaving for his office.

I looked down at my schedule, the first place I had to be was Homeroom with Ms. Ramona. Plastering a smile on my face, I headed to her room.

When I got in there were some other students, but I managed to find a really tall girl. I figured she's the teacher.

"Um, excuse me?" I asked, walking up to her, "I don't know if anyone told you about me. I'm a new student here, my name's Emma Alonso."

Her lip curled up in disgust, "talk to me again and I'll kick your ass."

My eyes widened in fear as she marched off. Well, either the teachers aren't very professional here, or that wasn't the teacher.

Well, I guess I should find a place to sit. I walked to a seat in the middle of the first row, it was the first one I saw.

"You don't wanna sit there," a new voice spoke.

I looked up to see a girl with light brown hair with a purple streak sitting about two rows back, "Jessica Haley's boyfriend is gonna sit there."

All of a sudden a boy slid into the seat, "hey baby!" He greeted before they were in a major make-out session.

A shiver of disgust rolled through me as I made my way to another desk, a little closer to the girl who warned me.

"He farts a lot," she grinned in amusement, motioning her head towards the boy in front of the desk.

On cue, the boy...um, passed gas. Disgusted, I moved away from the desk. Unfortunately, by now more and more desks were being filled, and time to sit down was running out. I should've watched where I was going, because next thing I know I'm colliding into a body and I hear liquid being spilled.

The other students laughed as I gasped, spinning around to see...the teacher.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I panicked, picking up her papers from the floor, along with the now empty coffee cup.

"It's not you, I'm bad luck." She sighed, raising her arms to take off her sweater.

"Oh no, it's my fault! I'm really clumsy and I'm so sorry-"

"Ms. Ramona?"

Just now I realized that Ramona was now unintentionally showing off her bra, right for my father to see.

"My t-shirt's stuck to my sweater, isn't it?" I heard her groan from under the clothing.

I nodded awkwardly, "yeah." I proceeded to pull the shirt down so she could take the sweater off.

"Fantastic." She sighed.

"Is everything alright in here?" Dad asked, turning to me.

"Um, yeah." I replied awkwardly. I was all too aware of the stares.

"So, how was your summer?" Dad smiled at the teacher.

"I got divorced," she deadpanned.

"Oh, well that's too bad," he grinned.

Huh?!

He stepped back to face the class, "well, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm the new principal here, my name is Mr. Alonso. We have a new student with us, she's also my daughter; Emma Alonso."

I smiled brightly...no one bothered to return it.

He leaned closer to Ramona, "and if you need anything, or you want to talk to somebody..."

Oh my God, my dad's flirting with my teacher! If only I could cast a spell and get rid of the embarrasement.

"Thanks, maybe some other time," Ramona forced a smile.

Dad smiled, then left the room. After that, Ms. Ramona quickly welcomed everyone right before the bell rang.

The first day of school was a blur. A stressful, surreal blur. I got in trouble for the most random things!

Like when I got up in class to go to the bathroom, the teacher stopped me and asked where I was going. I said that I had to use the bathroom, but he said I needed the lavatory pass, so I asked for it. He told me 'nice try' and to take a seat. What the heck?!

I had never lived in a world where adults didn't trust me, where they were always yelling at me.

Don't read ahead!

No green pen!

No food in class!

Lunch was a nightmare. At first I passed by several tables, but none of them seemed too welcoming, especially when a girl eyed me suspiciously then placed her bag on the empty seat beside her.

Eventually I gave up, locking myself in the bathroom. I couldn't just eat in my dad's office, he has work to do. So, I relied on magic.

After making sure there was no one else in the bathroom, I made a table, chair, and delicious meal appear. Smirking, I tossed the less-than-appetizing cafeteria food in the trash can and devoured my lunch.

However, I knew I couldn't do this for the rest of the year. I had some friends in Brookefield, but so far, none in Miami.

By the time Dad came home, I was already in the middle of cooking dinner; spaghetti.

"Hey, how was your first day?" He asked with a huge smile.

It was obvious his day was fantastic while mine sucked. However, I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

So I nodded, smiling weakly, "it was fine."

A/N: Hope you liked it!

lovethatignites: I figured when the time came Francisco could just call her by some random first name or just keep referring to her as 'Ms. Ramona,' I thought that'd be easiest :)