Hi, everyone. Here's my new story. I hope you guys enjoy it. It took me 2 days to finish it. Please review!

Francene Hailey Lowe has always been different. Ever since day one. She has short black hair, inverted triangle shaped face, droopy shaped lips, an ideal nose, almond shaped tourquise-blue eyes, angular shaped eyebrows and a alba skin-tone. Francene can be described as a goth or dark type of girl. Wears black from head to toe. She is always in trouble at school, she's kind of a rebellious person. Everyone at school ignored her and at home. And because of that she only cared about herself and her baby sister, Ellie. Just like Francene, Ellie was ignored, too.

It was 7:00 a.m and Francene woke up to hear her mother, Margrette and her step-father, Charlie, arguing. She sighed, getting out of bed, rolling her eyes. She was use to this, by now. As the screaming got louder, she heard Ellie crying from her crib in the other room. She walked out of the room into Ellie's. When, Ellie saw Francene she stopped crying and smiled. Francene smiled back her and picked her up. She gently rocked her, and whispered to her softly.

"It's okay, Els, they're always fighting about something stupid." Francene cooed, softly to her.

"FRANCENE!" Margrette yelled, running up the stairs and into Ellie's room. Francene held Elle closer to her.

"What?" Francene asked, her mother.

"Give me, Ellie." Margrette, demanded with slurred speech. She was drunk.

"No, your drunk." Francene said, looking at her mother. She slowly backed away in a corner.

"I SAID GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER, DAMMIT!" Margrette yelled at Francene, then she slapped her to the floor. Francene still had Ellie in her hands, who was now crying again. Margrette kicked Francene over and wrestled Ellie out of Francene's arms.

"Now get ready for school." Margrette said, leaving out of the room. Francene laid there on the floor. She finally decided to get up. Francene walked into the bathroom to take a shower and brush her teeth. After, she finished that she walked into her bedroom. She went in her closet, taking some time to look through it carefully, she picked out her outfit. She picked out a satin-blood-red halter top, ripped blue jeans, and blood-red converses. Francene walked over towards the mirror and saw she had a busted lip. She grabbed a piece of tissue and placed it on the cut. She squeezed the cut, until it bled out. She looked over at the clock and saw it read 7:50, she had 10 minutes to get to the bus.

Finally, arriving at school, after getting on the bus, Francene walked up the stairs of Brusker High. Everyone stopped and stared at her, but Francene could really care less. The kids at school always looked at her. She walked to her locker, grabing her books when the school's most popular girl, Tye Luther, walked up to her.

"Hi, Francene!" Tye's preppy voice filled her ears. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Francene decided to ignore her, Tye was not worth the waste of breath.

"Are you deaf? I know you hear me. ANSWER ME YOU FREAK!" Tye yelled causing the whole hallway to stop and stare. Francene finished grabbing her books and closed her locker and turned to Tye.

"The reason I'm not answering you is, because your not worth breath. But, since your making a huge scene, what do you want?"

"Oh, just wanting to know, how your mom is? I heard see got coming off that pole the other night." Tye said, smiling and placing her hands on her hips.

"I don't know, Tye, why don't you ask your dad. He was there to break her fall, if you know what I mean." Everyone in the hallway started to laugh. Tye was very embrassed. But, it was true about her dad, he is/was sleeping with Francene's mother. Everyone know that, except Tye and her naive mother.

"Your so going to regret that, Lowe." Tye warned Francene, pointing her manicured nail in Francene's face. Tye turned away from Francene and ran away, disappearing into the crowd. Francene smirked and shook her head and headed off to class as the bell rang.

Francene sat in English class, waiting on her teacher, Mr.O'Hara, to arrive. While the class was sitting in their seats talking and throwing paper, Francene was drawing a picture of a flower. Francene has great art ability, she even thinks about becoming an artist some day.

"Good morning class. Today, I have a suprise for you guys. We have a new student!" Mr.O'Hara exclaimed excitedly, while everyone in the room groaned. Francene wasn't really paying any attention, until all the girls gasped. She looked up and saw a really cute boy around the age of 17 or 18. He was tall, the height of 6'4, atheletic built body, tattoos, dark-brown hair, and ocean-blue eyes. Even, Francene had to admit, he was very attractive.

"Class this is our new student, Randall Orton."

"Actually, I like to be called Randy." The guy, Randy, told Mr.O'Hara. The girls in the classroom nearly passed out when they heard his voice. Francene just rolled her eyes, she was not affected by Randy's looks, voice, or present. Just another pretty boy., she thought.

"Well, Randy, it is then. Why, don't you go sit down behind Francene." Mr.O'Hara instructed Randy to do. He started to walked down the aisle, while all the girls in the classroom watched. Francene looked up from her drawing, and when she did Randy flashed her a cute smirk. She quietly looked back at her drawing. Francene acted like it didn't effect her, but the smirk gave her butterflies.