Hi! This is my first fanfic everrr! This chapter doesn't have much dialogue because I wanted to describe how Veronica felt and who she was before she changed. Anyways, you can expect more dialogue in the next chapter. :

Few weeks after Lily's death

As Veronica Mars stepped in the corridors of Neptune High, she can feel the evil atmosphere that surrounded her. Students glared at her, sending daggers from their eyes.

Just a few months ago, those same students looked up to her and Lily, practically begging for their attention. But things changed since then.

Still mourning after her best friend's death, Veronica felt her eyes getting misty. While walking towards her locker, she saw the words "Traitor!" in red spray-painted on it. She tried her best not to cry, but a small drip left her tear ducts and she quickly sprinted into the girl's bathroom and sat in the corner.

Burying her face in her hands she thought, That's not fair. It's just not fair.

She felt vulnerable. She felt hurt. She also felt a pair of heavy eyes staring down at her. Afraid of whom it could be, Veronica slowly lifted her head and saw… Madison Sinclair.

"Well, well, well, Veronica Mars," Madison Sinclair said, crossing her arms with a grim look on her face, "Pitying yourself?"

"How would you feel if everyone in the whole school betrayed and shunned you?"

"What?" Madison was flabbergasted. " WE didn't betray you. You were the one who betrayed US! Well.. You and your soon to be ex-sheriff father!"

Her words stung her like a thousand bees. Veronica knew what would happen to her and her father once he decided that Jake is the prime suspect of Lily's murder. She knew her father would lose his place as Neptune's sheriff, but she chose to stand by him, to let him know that even if she thought his accusation was ridiculous and Jake couldn't have possibly killed Lily, she would stand by him. She would be with him, through thick and think even when her alcoholic mother abandoned them.

However, she would have never thought that Logan, her supposedly best friend next to Lily, would be the leader of the I Hate Veronica Mars club. She could still remember the times they spent with each other a few months before Lily's death. He hung out with her while Lily and Duncan were away on a family vacation trip in Florida, and her father was busy at the office. Logan came everyday, and they would go to the beach or to the movies. He even stayed late to watch one of her favorite movies, A Walk To Remember until her dad came home. So yeah, she didn't expect him to spread nasty rumors of her sleeping with half the guys on the football team. Or calling her a tramp and vandalize her locker.

Not knowing what to say, Veronica left the girl's bathroom and headed towards her locker, ignoring the hateful word written on the locker door, and got her books.

I can't let what they say affect me. I should stay strong, Veronica said to herself.

However, deep down, she couldn't do it. She couldn't let go, because what she wanted to do was leave. Leave Neptune and forget everything here. Leave the memories of Lily, because wherever she went, there she was. She was everywhere. Memories of Lily walking down the hallway and to her locker. Memories of her at the car wash. Memories of her at the mall. Memories of her cheering loudly during each pep rally. Wherever she went, memories of Lily rushed through her, and she couldn't let it go.

Veronica wanted to leave everyone and everything in Neptune especially Logan whom she thought was her 2nd best friend since they were 12. But it all changed when Logan confronted her in the library about why she betrayed him and Duncan and everyone else.

Most of all, she wanted to leave…Duncan. Her boyfriend? No wait, ex- boyfriend ever since he gave her the cold shoulder and broke up with her without an explanation. She couldn't forget how she felt when she turned from her locker and wanted to walk with Duncan down the hallway like always but instead of him holding her hands, he turned his head and ignored her.

As much as she wanted to leave, she also wanted to show everyone she was strong and she wouldn't show weakness.

So, she got her books and headed to her first period class. Oh boy, was that rough. Once she walked through that door, the class fell silent. Ignoring their glances, she rushed to her seat and pulled out her notebook. Once class started, a note was passed to her by a very cute guy sitting behind. When she opened the note she was surprised to see these very words written on the small torn paper. 'So, how much do you charge to have sex with Shelly?' Her body filled with rage and fury and crumpled the note. Smirks and obvious glances headed her way. And she couldn't help but hear what her other classmates were saying about her.

"Do you think she read it?"

"I heard she did half the football team"

"Omg, she is such a tramp"

"Madison saw her cry in restroom"

"Aww boo hoo"

Veronica experienced this awkwardness throughout her first 4 periods. Then, it was lunch. A great time to spend time and joke around with friends and talking about parties. Something they couldn't usually do in class. Veronica would be doing the same thing.. if she had any friends. Ever since her friendship with the 09ers broke up, she sat all by herself. No one bothered to sit with the school's tramp.

After she got her lunch, there were no empty tables so she sat by some average nice looking students. Once she reached the empty spot, they all left. Veronica tried to pay attention to her lunch until she realized that the table she sat at was only a table away from the 09er table. Oh great, this can't be good. After a while, she found herself constantly glancing at the 09er table. She felt the desire to sit over there with Duncan by her side and Logan chatting about a party he was going to throw once his parents are out of town. But she knew that wouldn't happen again. Never again…

Once school was over, she walked towards the parking lot. Fumbling in her small tote bag, she took out her keys until she saw that three tires of her Le Bron were aired out.

"What the-" She started to say.

"Aww, flat tire?" Logan said with a false sympathetic look on his face. "Wonder who could have done it." As he said that, he nodded to his friend Dick Casablancas who in return gave a grin. "Well, that's what you get for having cheapy tires, Veronica." With that last comment he climbed in to the driver's seat of his yellow T-Bird, started the engine, and drove away without looking back

A week later, her father was replaced as Sheriff and decided to open a P.I. business hoping he could make a living out of it and still be able to try to figure out who Lily's killer was…

One year later

TBC! If I get a lot of reviews. : I hope you liked the first ch.!