I open my eyes, squinting at the sun. Today was Monday, the thirteenth day of January. It wasn't a normal Monday of course, today for the first time ever I was going to detention as a junior in high school. I was only defending myself though, a girl was picking on me because I was a size zero and she wouldn't stop.

I was ignoring it until she said something so rude I... I accidentally punched her in the face.

Forget it, I took her down.

Accident my heiress ass.

I got up, yawning and rubbing my eyes. I picked up my red glasses from my bedside table, sliding them on as the world gained clarity. I got up and shrugged off my shirt then put on a bra, followed by my cyan ghostbeast shirt from Problem Sleuth. I was a little bit chubby, but an heiress of Crocker Corporations is bound to be. I pulled off my pants, replacing it with a cyan skirt that was a little bit above my knees. I pulled a comb through my short raven hair, and then added a string of pearls around my neck. I slid on a pair of red flats then walked out of my room, walking to the bathroom. There I applied a nice amount of makeup, red lipstick and mascara, and a quick spray of my favorite perfume that made me smell like funfetti birthday cake. After all, I wasn't one to cake my face with makeup.

…

Cake pun?

No.

I walked back into my room, grabbing up my school bag from my desk. It was a huge red spoon, designed like a sling purse. I slid it across me, the spoon on my back. Then I walked back out again, to go to downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, pressing a kiss on my dad's cheek as he read the Washington Fatherly Times.

"Good Morning, Dad." I said cheerily, flashing a quick smile and snatching a piece of toast off his plate.

What? You snooze, you loose.

"Good Morning Jane." He said, turning the page. "You should go to school now, it's almost time already."

I looked at the clock, which only confirmed his statement. "Gosh, you're right! See you after baking club, Dad!"

I walked out, heading for the door. I felt awful for lying to him, saying I had baking club instead of admitting that I had gotten in trouble for doing something rather rude. I grabbed my keys and opened the door, then closed it behind me. I went to my car and opened it, then climbed in and closed it behind me. I started it, putting my school bag in the passenger seat. Gosh, would this be a day.

Did my school even have a baking club?

I pulled into my high school's parking lot and checked the time. I had ten minutes before being early to class, I made pretty good time today. I opened up the door, taking out my keys and sliding them into my spoon bag. I grabbed my spoon and stepped outside when suddenly someone… jumped on me?!

"Janeyyyyy, baby!" Roxy said, her alcohol tinted breath wafting towards my nostrils. "Good Morginggg!" The blonde giggled, shaking her head. "Err… Morning."

"Roxy!" I laughed, regaining my balance. "Gosh, be careful!" I shrugged her off, closing my door.

"Janey. Don't be such a tightass. You can't pull that anymore now that you're a rebel." Roxy smirked, knowing I couldn't shake off that retort.

"Roxy, that was one time, you swore you wouldn't bring it up again!" I blushed, turning my head. The reason I had clocked that girl was because she had called me "Chubs".

My boyfriend, Gamzee Makara, is a man of miracles. ( Aka, a juggalo.) His parents were completely normal, yet he picked up the trait. But he's so sweet, loving, and caring… He just smokes pot too. He also has bipolar disorder, but he's rather good about taking his medicine. While most mock me for my body, teasing me over not being a size perfect zero, he praises me. He says I look beautiful and always makes me feel beautiful, and somehow, he found a way to turn chubs into a loving nickname.

That girl overheard and used it as a snide remark, so I expressed myself on the matter.

I clocked her in the face, marched over to Gamzee, and skipped school for the rest of the day with him.

Roxy was the only person I told about what we did afterwards, which was baking weed brownies. Then, we ate them and had a few hot sloppy makeout sessions.

She snorted, patting me on the back. "Jane, it's okay. But let's not pretend like I'm ever going to let you live that down."

I laughed, slinging my spoon over my shoulder. 'Let's just get to class Ro-lal."

I opened up the door to my home economics class, brushing my short bangs back to the side. Gosh, I didn't sign up for class to be so hard! At least I could count on this class being fun, we were going over our baking unit. I sat down in my usual seat, right next to my favorite juggalo who was sitting at the small kitchen units in the classroom.

"Hey Chubs," He said in his gravelly voice. "How's a motherfuckin sis?"

I laughed as he put his arm around my shoulder, looking at his clown face paint. "Just fine, but now apparently I need to sign up for baking club."

"Baking club?" He asked, giving a laugh. "You're the best motherfucking baker I know, why the hell are you all up and joining baking club?"

"I couldn't tell my dad I had detention, so I told him I had baking club!" I replied, putting my head back in frustration. "But I don't even know if this school has a gosh darned baking club!"

"Relax Jane, I know who runs the baking club." He said with a smile. "I can all up and go hook you up."

"Thanks a million Gamzee," I said, giving a sigh of relief. "Who runs it?"

"Oh, you know Kanaya?" he said.

"Kanaya?" I said, gulping. "Kanaya Maryam? The foreign exchange student?"

Kanaya Maryam was a French exchange student, but you wouldn't know it from how she spoke. She insisted on losing her accent, speaking very carefully in order to do so. You knew she was French by her apparel. The girl never wore the same thing twice, and every day she looked like she was stepping right out of a magazine to grace us with her appearance. She had the stylish short hair you see on models nowadays, and she had such fair and flawless hair that she looked like a teenage porcelain doll.

She was intimidating, in a beautiful way.

But still intimidating.

"Do you know any other Kanayas, Jane?" He replied with a sigh of exasperation. "Yes, Kanaya Maryam."

I groaned as Dirk and Roxy slid into the chairs in front of us. Dirk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sight of Gamzee touching me. Roxy was the only person I told, but she wasn't the only person that knew.

Great job, Miss Zuipper Pips.

"Hello Jane." Dirk said, giving me a nod of acknowledgement. "Gamzee."

"Hello Dirk!" I tried to say it cheerfully, but it was kind of hard to change Dirk's emotions. "Great morning today right?"

He gave me an absent-minded nod, pulling out a few scraps of metal and some screws from his pocket and beginning to tinker around with them.

Roxy rolled her eyes, leaning forward on the counter. "So, how's it going on baking club?"

"Great, I guess. Gamzee says there is one, and he's signing me up." I said, smiling at the change in conversational mood.

"Yeah, a friend of mine runs it." He chimed in. "Kanaya.'

"Ouch! Kanaya? I know her, my little sister is dating her!" Roxy said.

"Rose is dating Kanaya?" I replied, having first heard of this.

Rose was Roxy's little sister, but by far more mature. She was a sophomore at our school and was the top of her class. She was friends with my little cousin John, Jake's cousin Jade, and Dirk's little brother Dave.

"Yeah, it's totally a thing now." Roxy replied. "Since the last part of freshman year actually."

"Oh, I'm a little late on this one!" I laughed, getting a small blush from embarrassment. "I hope them the best!"

"Yeah they're so cute it's like I walk in and I thought they were doing the do, because I heard like loud noises and tapping, but nope it's Kanaya sewing Rose a new dress." Roxy laughed, crossing her arms. "A fucking dress."

I look at my friends, a rather attractive pair. Roxy had blond hair that went to her shoulders and was curly at the ends. She had a rare eye condition, Alexandria Genesis, and so her eyes were violet. However with her black lipstick and pink eyeliner, they almost looked a shade of pink. She wore a crop top with the image of a mutated cat on it, a tribute to her cat she saved as a kitten from a makeup testing lab, which experiments caused its mother to birth it with four eyes. She wore a white miniskirt with black leggings underneath. She, unlike me, was a perfect size zero. She was very flirtatious, a peacemaker, and my loyal bffsy. She was my right hand gal and I loved her, you could always count on her for anything at anytime. You could talk to her about anything, and she wouldn't judge you for it. Roxy was one of those girls that could make something out of nothing, and was great in a stitch. Roxy was a notorious drinker and she believed in the saying 'It's Three O'Clock Somewhere' like a religion. She loved kittens, and had a cat herself named Jaspers. It was actually Rose's cat, but oh well. A cat is a cat, despite who owns it. She loved to spend her time at the animal rights groups, liberating more animals like the one on her tee shirt.

Dirk Strider was an albino, he had white hair he dyed a platinum blonde to avoid looks and attention of course. He styled it to anime perfection, going to the side like he was constantly having his hair blown in the breeze like a model. He also wore these huge spiky anime glasses to hide his eyes' bright hue, and he never took them off. He wore a black muscle shirt with a hat on it, saying he loved hats but because of his 'full anime' hair he could never put a hat on his hair. He wore black fitted jeans, one might even go as far to say skinny jeans, but he rocked them either way. He was strong and muscled from all his hours spent working on his robots, seeing as he spent his every spare minute in his room building these insane human robots. He was destined to be great one day, we all knew it. He was obsessed with this incredibly shitty set of comics, has a puppet fetish, watches children's shows for hours, and can speak semi-fluent Japanese due to his infatuation with anime and "going full anime". But still… his southern charm was one you just couldn't shake or forget. His accent was charming, and his mannerisms just were the icing on the cake. However, if you got on his bad side, he could rip the emotion and life right out of you and make you miserable. But usually, all we saw was his side that was full of heart and caring for us.

Gosh, I was one lucky girl.

The teacher came in, one of my favorites personally. She was a short little woman in her mid-thirties, but her heart made up for what her height lacked. She was always nice and smiling, and she was the only teacher who never had given a detention or referral, despite having many occasions to do so. She had frosted hair with mint eye shadow that brings out her lime colored eyes. She preferred we call her Ms. Calli, but her name was Ms. Calliope. We all loved her. Especially Roxy, who spent all her volunteer hours helping her grade and clean the classroom. However, Ms. Calliope, showed many hints in class that I was her favorite for unknown reasons.

"Hello class!" She said in her cheery manner. "Let's take attendance, then I have a super special project for you guys today! Let's see…" She proceeded to set down her bag and grab her attendance folder. "Okay, Jane Crocker?"

"Here!" I called out.

"Jake English?" Ms. Calli asked. "Jake?"

Suddenly, the door flew open and our favorite British boy came in. "Golly, I'm here!" We laughed as we looked at him, his glasses askew and his skull tee a bit wrinkled. "Jade fell asleep waiting for class again, holy toledo is that girl hard to wake up!"

He sat down at the last seat of our table, the end seat.

And so attendance went on.

Jake English was an old flame of mine, also ironically one of Dirk's but that's a long story. Needless to say I got over him, but I still care for him. He is beyond clueless, and always has his head in the clouds. He has black hair, the kind that has a cute little side bangs. He also has green vivid eyes, but like me, he needs glasses as well. He has an obsession with skulls, so he wears a green one on his tee, but puts an unbuttoned flannel over it. He likes to wear these micro shorts, and somehow the school allows it. Honestly, I think it's because our principal Doctor Scratch recognizes the fact even if they did start a riot, Jake still wouldn't take off the shorts. He loved his micro shorts.

Finally attendance ended, and Ms. Calli put away her folder. "Alright, so here's the stitch! You all are going to partner up-" Immediately chatter arouse, everybody giving their friends looks and words of affirmation, scrambling for a partner. "Guys! Settle down!" She said with a stern look. The class quieted down, she was just too cute to disobey. "As I was saying, you all have to partner up to bake a cake. However, it's not going to be just any cake! In the school rules you had to pick a symbol to be known for in this school, for example Dirk picked a hat and Meenah picked the Pieces sign in fuchsia. You will have to incorporate both your signs and your personalities into the cake. I'm expecting fondant, icing sculptures, and everything else I've taught you so far in this unit!"

There was a universal groan around the room. It was true, in order to avoid uniforms our principal decided that all the students were to wear a white or black tee shirt with a symbol of their choice on it. What they wore as pants or other accessories were up to them, within reason of course.

"Also!" Ms. Calliope said, grinning slyly. "I picked the partners!"