Hey, this is my first story on fanfiction! So excited! Anyway, here's the first chap, but don't worry, it'll get better. Criticism and comments welcome!

Look, if you wanted a story of something amazing, you've come to the wrong place. You see, my life stinks, all because of my birth. I know what you're thinking, it's not that bad, you're overreacting, life is an amazing adventure! Well I'd like to see you live my life. You're going to make fun of how stupid I am during these pages while I'm suffering whatever life pelts at me. But you want my story, not my complaining. I understand, but what you're expecting is definitely not this. My luck is always against me. And it costs, big time. Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Robin Ratri.

"Call me if there's trouble, sweetie," My Foster-dad said as he rolled up the window and drove away.

"That'll take 'bout five minutes," I muttered to myself darkly.

I turn around and watch Dad's car turn the corner, wishing I was back in bed, at the pool, anywhere but here. Sighing heavily, I trudged to the bus stop where a group kids were sitting.

Today was my first day of Middle School, and there is nothing to be excited about. My brother, Nathan, says that Temor Middle School is like a punishment from the devil himself. He was practically crying tears of joy when he graduated, so I'm pretty dang nervous. If there is anyone who I think could survive Temor, it's Nathan. He's every cheerleaders dream, smart, funny, popular, athletic, and-though I would never tell him, 'cause his ego is gigantic-movie star handsome. Though, being adopted, I look nothing like my family. With my layered brown hair and blue eyes, I can't find any fashionable part about me.

It's not that I care, which I don't. In fact, I laugh every time a girl screams when they get their Ugg boots wet. I can't help it, it's hilarious. But at least I'm not the only ones who aren't idiots.

I walked up to kids who were known as the strange people at my old school. They spend their free time playing Assassin with Nerf swords, randomly outburst at the most worst moments, and find the word 'banana' completely hilarious for reasons unknown.

And, obviously, they're my best friends.

"Yo, Birdie, wazzup!" said Carlos, a scrawny, half-Mexican boy with blonde/brown mass of hair hidden beneath a Boston Baseball cap. A cocky smile is etched itself into his features that makes you think he's planning another prank. He's the first person I know who can cause a locker room rampage with just one container of Play-Doh- I will not give details, for your own sake-and I truly believe he was put on earth just to annoy me.

"Carlos, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that!" I said firmly, but a smile crept on my face as I spoke. I can never be serious with him, no matter how hard I tried.

"You heard the lady, Taco! Show her some respect!" said Hunter sarcastically, as he chucked a crumpled-up coke can at Carlos's head, which bounced off.

Carlos, in mock anger, jumped up. "Show her respect? What about me? I told you to stop calling Taco!"

"But you won't let me call you Burrito or Nacho." he stated calmly, "And besides, Quesadilla is way too long." Hunter said as he reached into his bag and pulled out a Diet Coca-Cola- how he's not bouncing of the walls from caffeine, I will never know- and lounged on a bench nearby.

Carlos threw his hands in the air, "But what if, like, I become president or something, -"

"talk about doom and disaster," I muttered, which made Hunter snicker.

"- and the only thing I'm known for is my nickname, Taco!"

Hunter laughed, making his shaggy brown hair fall into his eyes. With a consistent, crooked grin and hazel eyes full of laughter, he's about as jolly as Santa Claus. Also, much to my annoyance, he is always trying to prove his name "Hunter" by hiding in trees and ambushing us with water balloons. Someday, I thought to myself, he is either going to join the army or an insane asylum.

As I continued to think on this, Hunter turned back to Danny. "I would think you, of all people would love to be named after a food."

"No! Well, I guess it wouldn't be that bad." said Danny as he thought about it, "Definitely not taco, but maybe hot dog…"

He and Carlos continued this conversation for a while, I glanced at my watch. Seven o'clock, so we still have fifteen minutes. I looked around at the other people here. Girls on their phones, guys "acting cool", kids quivering in their seats, checking to see if they have everything. Everyone was acting like any normal person.

All except one, though.

Standing across the street, on the opposite side of the road, a man was standing in the shadows of the trees. He wore a large and black trench coat with his hands in his pockets. He had a black Fedora hat over his gelled-back hair. The way the light fell upon his face made him look thin and severe, like a skull. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, but I could tell he was looking straight at me, through my eyes and searching through my soul. But something was wrong with his mouth, the way it bulged out made it look like his gums were swollen. Then, all of the sudden, he began walking towards me.

"Hello? Robin? Is your brain working? Blink twice if you understand me." Carlos's voice startled me so much I jumped about a foot off my seat and starred at him like he was ghost.

"What is it? Ah man, I knew my zit looked gigantic!" He said as he speedily covered his forehead, looking panicked, "Quick, where is your Zappo Cream!" Without waiting for my answer, which wasn't coming, he flung himself on my backpack and began tossing things out.

"Grow up, Taco, it's not your stupid zit." said Hunter, rolling his eyes in the process. Then he turned back to me, eyes full of concern, "You alright?"

"D-did you see that man?" I stammered, turning back and forth between the two of them, feeling disturbed. Carlos, looking puzzled, stood up, Zappo cream in his hand.

"What man?" Carlos questioned while piling on the cream, "The only other people here are our age, and you can hardly call those dweebs over there men."

I shook my head, "No, that man, over there," but when I looked across the street, he was gone. I looked in all directions, but he wasn't anywhere.

Starting to feel scared, I turned to see Hunter starring at me, "Are you sure you saw someone?"

I gave a shuddered breath, "N-no, I guess I didn't," I gave a weak smile, "I guess I'm just tired, that's all."

He didn't look convinced. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Carlos, with half of the Zappo cream on his head, yelling, "Here comes the bus!" I sighed and began climbing into the bus.

Whatever Hunter wanted to say, he didn't tell me.

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