Alright fellow Fanfictioneers, this is my very very first fanfiction. I had a whole bunch of fun writing the first chapter, and I hope that you have a fun time reading it. I put alot of effort into the first chapter, and I'm not quite sure whether or not you really care, but here it is. It's sort of a spin off the book. It has alot of similarities.

Anyways. Enjoy.

Chapter One

The wad of paper landed on my desk again and I found myself rolling my green eyes, and looking back up to the board to catch the rest of the notes.

"Gabi." I wrote the notes faster upon hearing the voice. "Gabs. Gabi. Gabriell-"

"What?" I whipped around in my seat to face the annoying jerk sitting behind me. My straight dark red hair landed on my shoulder gracefully.

"Did you read my note?" he asked, expectantly.

"No," I sighed, turning back around in my seat. The teacher was deaf as well as blind, so while he didn't notice my sudden outburst, others did. I wrote down the extra notes from the teacher speech. Time passed slowly. Almost too slowly. I leaned back in my seat, and his head was next to mine.

"Read the note, Gabi," he offered again.

"Can you just leave me alone?!" I hissed, turning back around to face him, and slapping the note on his desk.

"Miss Doyle," the teacher snapped, and I whipped back around to face the angry looking professor. "Disrupting the class again?"

"Can I ask for a seat change?" my lips asked the question again, knowing the answer would be no. Why did I always get blamed?

"No, Gabriella," he walked right up to my desk. "What did you just put on Mr. James' desk?"

"No," I protested. "This time it wasn't me. This time he actually wrote it." I saw the professor pick up the paper, and open it.

"This is not Samson's handwriting, Miss Doyle," he picked up Sam's notebook to compare the note he passed and his notes from the board.

"Actually, sir, my name isn't-" Sam started, but was cut off.

"Detention, Miss Doyle," he stated.

"But. . . but. . ." I tried to defend myself.

"No buts," he snapped. "See me after class."

I turned around in my seat to glare at the brown-haired monster behind me. He gave a small shrug. I hated history.

The rest of the class went horribly, as usual. I took the rest of the notes. There was going to be a test on Friday.

The bell rang after what seemed like an eternity. I grabbed my things, and walked slowly to the old man's desk. It was almost as if he didn't even notice me standing there. I cleared my throat after a few minutes. He didn't looked up, but paperclipped a stack of his papers, and then addressed me rather bluntly.

"Miss Doyle, this is the fourth detention this week," he reminded me, as I stared down at my tan boots. They were rather dirty on the end from so much use. "I'm quite disappointed in you. Your grades seem to be impeccable, though."

"Sir, if I could just have a seat-" I started, trying to present a solution again.

"Gabriella, you're a very bright student," he said strictly. "And I'd hate to see you lose your grade over some boy."

"Yes, sir," I sighed.

"Now, I'm going to let you off the hook this time," he said, and my heart lifted. "But if this happens again, we're going to have to have a talk with your parents."

"Yes, sir," I sighed, looking back down to my dark wash skinny jeans neatly tucked into the tan boots.

"Now run off to your next class period, Miss Doyle," he shooed me away from his desk as if I were a fly. I had to miss half of my lunch period for this. My stomach gave a growl on the way out of the classroom. I needed food.

"Hey, Gabi," the voice was walking alongside me again.

"You almost got me another detention, Samuel Devonte James!" I snapped, walking over to my locker, and twisting the lock, furiously.

"Gabriella Caroline Doyle, I really didn't mean to," he said back jokingly. I hated my name. I hated it with a passion. But I hated him more.

"You always get me in trouble. First it was talking, then it was drawing on my arm, and don't forget the gum incident," I recalled the previous disasters from the past week, grabbing my messenger bag from my locker, and slinging it over my shoulder, putting in my Geometry book.

"Those were all on accident," he stated, flipping his bangs out of his eyes. It bothered me that he even had that long of hair. His icy blue eyes watched me. I seriously think that he was just waiting to see how long it would take for me to explode with anger.

"But they still happened!" I slammed my locker shut. "For once, just for once, you could take the blame!"

He was silent, and I started walking, straightening out my brown tank top and black bedazzled vest. I hated his perfect clothes. I hated how he was the soccer star. I hated how he had to have his hair perfect. I hated how he was always bugging me.

"I just stayed behind to say sorry," he stated, from behind me, and I could tell that he was trying to keep pace with me.

I was the silent one, now.

"And to say Happy Birthday," he added.

I stopped, and turned around abruptly. "You remembered my birthday?"

"That's what the note was for," he stated in an ashamed way. It almost made me want to hug him. But then I remembered all the things I hated about him.

"Well, thanks," I said, tucking my side swept bangs behind my ear rather embarrassed for getting so mad at him for trying to say happy birthday. I had almost forgotten about my own birthday.

"I was also supposed to invite you to the party your friends are throwing. Anna asked me if I could when she forgot in Biology," he stated.

"Really? Wow, thanks," I smiled, feeling myself blush. "Can you tell her that I'll be there?"

"Sure, Gabs," he smiled. "Happy Birthday! And sorry." And with that, he was taking off down the hall to his next class as I made my way to lunch.

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"Mom!" I protested. "That is so unfair! I already told them that I would be there!"

"You're not going, Gabriella," she said, going back to looking over the store shelves for a certain kind of spice.

"You're not going to stop me! I'm sixteen now!" I snapped back.

"So help me, Gabriella, I will tie you to the bedpost," she snapped back at me, "Or put bars on your window, but you are not going to a party in Los Angeles in the middle of the night."

"It's totally safe, though!" I argued. "Anna's hosting it."

"Anna is a very promiscuous girl, young lady," my mother said calmly.

"Mom!" I snapped, taken aback that she had insulted my best friend since the third grade.

"Gabriella, I don't want you going and that is final," she grabbed the spice, placing it in the shopping basket, and looking back to me.

I stared at her for a good long moment before I set off down the shopping aisle.

"Gabriella! Get back here this instant!" she snapped.

"I'll walk home," I yelled back, leaving the store and stepping out into the cool evening air. At this time of day, there would normally be a sunset and a beautiful sky. But today there were clouds looming over the towers of the city.

After walking about a block or five away, I finally decided to get a cab. Walking over to the side of the street, I spotted one right off the bat.

"Taxi!" I yelled, waving my hand in the air. A dizzying feeling came over me. I could see the taxi come closer. "Taxi. Tax-"

I felt my body collapse to the ground, and my vision become a blur of black.

It felt like my head was going numb. I could feel nothing, hear nothing. It was all blank. But then a flash of brilliance, put me back into reality, or what I thought was reality.

It was the store. It was my mother in the store. But what was that next to her? It was. . . another woman? No it was a girl. She couldn't be any younger than me.

"Grace," the girl smiled a devilish smile, showing sharp teeth and awfully milky white eyes.

"I thought you were-" my mother started to say, but was cut off by the. . . beast.

"Surprise," the girl opened her arms wide as if to announce herself to my mother. I watched with fear. "Now I know I've never actually met you, but I knew your great grandmother. And she had something that I never got."

And then it all happened too fast. A wide black nothingness appeared in front of the girl-creature. A man with a familiar looking pin rushed into the scene. And lastly, my mother pulled out something sharp.

"No!" the girl gave a laud shriek, making me want to cover my ears as she darted for my mother. But it was too late. My mother had already plunged the dagger straight through her heart. She had killed herself. I tried to cover my mouth, but found I couldn't. I could only watch in horror as the girl turned to the man and . . . engulfed him in the nothingness in her arms.

And then it was all over, and I was rushed back to the bright lights, soft mist, and car horns of Los Angeles.

"Ma'am?" the cab driver was kneeling by my side as I took in deep breaths of air. "Ma'am, are you alright?" he asked again. I found my heart pounding, and my mind racing.

"Yeah, I- I'm fine," I said, as he helped me to stand, and get in the cab.

"Can you circle back around the block, please?" I asked quickly when he had got back into the driver's seat.

"Sure," he said carefully. "Are you sure you're-"

"Please just drive," I cut him off, my eyes starting to water. I was going to cry. I could tell. My eyes were lined with moisture.

I took out a few singles to try to stay calm.

When I got out in front of the store, there was already a small crowd. I gave a quick "thank you" to the driver and shoved the money in his hand. When the cool night air hit me again, I was pushing my way through the crowd.

And then I saw her body frozen on the floor, still as the grave.

She was dead.

There's the first chapter. Read and review please. I'm hoping to update chapters about every three or four days.