Disclaimer: I no own Zoey 101, but me do own Maria. So no takie! In english this means please do not take my OC, thank you!
Chapter 1: MariaChase, Logan and Michael were watching T.V in their dorm when someone knocked on the door. Logan got up to answer it. When he opened the door he screamed(A/N: A "manly" scream) and promptly shut the door.
"Dude, what's wrong?" asked Chase.
"Nothin' man, shut up." Logan replied angrily.
"Logan! Open up!' a female voice sounded from outside the room.
"Logan! Your shut the door in a GIRLS face?" Michael exclaimed astounded that even Logan would do that.
"Ya, well. She's not just any girl." Logan answered. Michael got up and opened the door. An angry girl clad in black from head to toe brushed past him hurriedly.
"Logan Devon Reese!" she yelled at him pointing her finger accusingly " how dare you do that!"
"Too bad! I can do what I want Ria' or do you want me to tell mom and dad that you're here?" She instantly quieted down.
"You wouldn't!" she whispered.
"Uh…yeah, I would!" Logan told her haughtily. Chase and Michael stared open-mouthed as this whole episode unfolded in front of them. The girl, now known as Ria', and Logan stared each other down trying to gain the upper hand until Chase finally had the sense to ask Ria' "Who are you?"
"I'm Maria Skye Reese, Logan sis." Maria told him. Now that they established that Chase and Michael took into account what she was wearing. She had black hair down to her waist, brown eyes so dark they were almost black, a black tank with Greenday splashed on the front in green , black cargos and black combat boots. Her left eyebrow, the right side of her nose and below her bottom lip were all pierced. She also had 3 studs and the tips pierced on both ears. Heavy black mascara, eyeliner , lipstick and dark purple eye shadow completed the VERY Goth ensemble.
"Wow, that's a lot of black." Chase said thinking out loud.
"No shit, Sherlock." Maria said as though that was the most obvious thing ever. (A/N: Which might probably be true, but this fiction so, it's not.) She walked over to the couch and sat down. She picked up the remote and started flipping channels until she got to the Sports Network.
"Oooh, yay! Sports! Any hockey? Damn, forgot the lockout. Stupid NHL. Meh, footballs good." She mumbled thinking out loud.
"Umm, welcome to PCA?" Michael said uncertainly.