So I never really know what to say in these little notes, but here goes nothing. First of all, thanks for clickity-clicking on this wee fic. It was nothing more than a boredom killer for me, so if people like it, then that is just a plus. I just want to say that it is based off of a book I read a very long time ago when I was about eleven. I forget the name, but I believe it was by Cathy Cassidy. So, I hope you enjoy, please let me know if you do and have a wonderful day! x

I was in trouble, yet again. Big trouble, enormous trouble. The kind of big trouble that requires hushed, urgent phone calls to be made from the Principal's office to my workaholic mom, while I laze about smugly on the uncomfortable plastic chair outside in the tackily decorated hallway. I pick up my scuffed AC/DC backpack from the floor and after a few seconds of rummaging around I feel my hands clasp around my battered looking old cell phone. Ignoring the school`s policies, the device bleeps into life, playing a brief and jaunty little tune, before showing me my lock screen. The black and red lyrics from "Highway to hell" make up my receptionist walks with purpose to her desk, her sensible black shoes click-clacking away. She glares bitterly at me from behind a neat stack of important paperwork, which she briefly glances over before taking it into the office, tutting as she closes the door gently. She had only knocked once and entered without waiting for a reply. Impatient bitch.

Where are you?

I chuckle and put the phone in my pocket before relaxing further back into the chair, resting one leg atop the other. A mere two minutes later it bleeps again. And three times more before I finally shut it off, not wanting to deal with my best friend/partner in crime`s pretentious bullshit and general asshole-ness right now.

You get caught?

You know better than to snitch on us.

Right?

Cause I don't wanna hurt you.

Good ol` Lucifer, always the concerned best friend. Not. It didn`t take a rocket scientist to figure out that there was a silent "but I will" hidden in his message. Load of crap anyway, Luke lived for hurting others weaker than himself, a big part of him got off on it I think. What a dick. It was better to have him as a friend than an enemy though.

The door opens not long afterwards to reveal one of the most hideous creatures you could ever have the sheer dumb luck of meeting.

"Dean Winchester!" Ms Young`s beady eyes narrow. Her voice is shrill, piercing my ears and I resist the urge to cover them. Smiling politely up at her I ask her what the matter was, playing the part of the sweet little fool well.

"I am unable to contact your mother. Her secretary says she is in an urgent meeting and they daren`t call her away from it." Her thin bottom lips curls up like she was sucking on an extremely sour lemon.

I sympathize, "too bad," I smirk and kick my feet up on the small coffee table in front of me, one eyebrow raised as if daring her to say something. She doesn`t, but I could tell she wasn`t best pleased. Oh well.

I was no stranger to trouble, I was what my late Grandmother affectionately referred to as a "free spirit" an impulsive, hard to control kid who had a strong dislike for all things authority related. Back when I was still her favourite Grandkid, at least. I was her only Grandkid back then, she was obligated to say that. Trouble followed me wherever I went, and if I had learnt one thing it was this; there is no use hanging your head in shame and feigning apologies. They never believe you anyway, so why bother?

It is well past three by the time Mom finally decides to make an appearance. She probably stopped for a nice long coffee first. Two sugars and just a splash of milk. Anything to put of this situation. By now Mrs Smith is busy slaving over the computer, her disgusting pink fake nails tapping irritatingly against the cheap keyboard. My left eye twitches. The doors swing open with a clatter at three forty five on the dot. Damn she looked pissed this time. Her once eternally smiling eyes were thin slits, blazing with anger, a pink scowl painted on perfectly. This was worse than last time when I was caught smoking behind the toilets with Lucifer, or that one time at my old high school when me and that stuck up Bela girl were caught groping each other in the teacher`s lounge. Not my idea, hers. I didn`t really like her all that much anyway, but she was a pretty good kisser. Ms Young, whose name is a massive joke by the way, snaps her head up as Mom enters, eyes narrowing in distaste as she glances at the clock hanging proudly on the beige wall.

"What has he done this time?" she asks icily, tucking a long stand of expensively highlighted hair behind her pierced ear.

The old battle-axe's grey eyes light up at the question she had been eagerly waiting for, and Mrs Smith even stops assaulting the computer key board to look up briefly, her lips curled up nastily.

"We will keep it brief, Ms Campbell. Please, come through to my office." Ms Young`s grey eyes turn on me now. "You too." she says with a smug smile. "First may I apologise wholeheartedly for disturbing you at work-"

"Cut the crap, ok? It has been a very long day."

She nods and smiles, but I can see she is shaken by my mom`s harsh, snappy tone. "Dean assaulted another student. He is a disgrace to this fine school and a very troubled young man. We had to send the other student home with a sprained wrist and his parents are furious."

I screw my eyes shut to resist the urge to flip her off, to flip them all off.

"This is the last straw I am afraid we have no choice but to exclude your son." she bites back a smile. "A third exclusion is, as I am sure you recall, final."

"There is nothing I can say to get you to reconsider?" Mum asks in a dull voice, already knowing the strict answer won`t change.
"I am afraid not." She doesn`t sound sorry at all. Not in the slightest.
I grin to myself, joy erupting inside me for the first time in God knows how long. So long bitches! Sayonara!

"Dean is a smart young man, very talented too. He could have done very well here, but his temper and attitude towards authority figures is just atrocious. A broken home can affect young people in very dreadful ways you know. Have you possibly considered counselling?" she suggests out of mock kindness and Mom gets to her feet in one swift movement, that cold remark easily hitting a tender spot.
"Thank you for all your help"." She spits nastily and storms out of the badly decorated office, calling for me to follow.
"Goodbye!" I smile cheerily, waving animatedly at the sadistic duo of Young and Smith.I pause at the doorway, turning back around and raise my right hand, flipping them off with an overjoyed smile. They gasp, clearly horrified and I feel proud.

So long bitches…It`s has certainly interesting.

Of course, getting booted out of school for the sixth (now seventh) time in just over three years was nothing to be proud of, and smoothing things over with Mom would be no picnic, but I was just so happy to be out of there.

Mum slams the car door shut behind her and waits for me to get in, tapping her long pink nails against the wheel impatiently, frostily glaring at the windscreen in front of her. I slide in hesitantly in the back, deciding against sitting next to her and sling my bag onto the seat next to me.

"Well, let`s hear it." She snaps, putting the car into drive, knuckles pale white from her vice like grip on the wheel.

Now is when the shouting usually happens, followed by the flood of disappointed tears. Bitter old virgin school teachers didn`t scare me, in fact, I love ruffling their feathers, but my mother did scare me. After the tears there would be more yelling, followed by empty threats of sending me back to live with my Grandfather. The last time I had stayed there had been two years ago. I was fourteen and recently had started hanging out with some unsavoury characters, not that my current choice of friends were any better. In fact they were worse. Anyway, to impress this girl, Meg, I had snuck out of my Granddad`s house well after curfew, stolen his wallet from the nightstand, and climbed out the window. Blown over a hundred dollars on cheap booze, the guy behind the counter not even caring to ID me, even though he knew I was well underage. Needless to say, I wasn`t invited back.

I sit there in silence, wanting to ask her to put the radio on, but I daren`t chance it. I risk a glance over at her, and she just seems to be getting even more furious. I remember how mad she was after my second exclusion, I had never seen anything like it. Cups hit the wall, plates were smashed and she was screaming and crying at the same time. That was better than this cold silence though. At least I knew what was going through her mind if she was screaming.

"This is your last chance Dean, Ms Young has assured me that if you step one more toe out of line you will be sent packing faster than you can blink!"

I had promised her I would try better, keep my head down, and work hard. Like all my promises, I had meant them at the time, but somewhere along the way they became nothing more than twisted lies, broken and forgotten.

We pull up outside the house, and she gets out, grabbing her designer handbag from the passenger seat and storms inside, not waiting for me. I sigh, taking a moment to prepare myself for the battle that was sure to begin as soon as I stepped inside.