The General's Daughter

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC and I wish to own Jack, Will and therefore own Orlando and Johnny but I don't. I do however own the rights to Riley and the general, Mr. Campbell and any other characters unless specified.

This story is set at first in today's world. The 21 century and that's all that needs knowing at the moment.

Chapter 1

Introduction

Riley sighed inwardly as her father stopped the car at her new school. "No getting into trouble this time sweetie." The way he said "sweetie", it was almost mechanical and every time he said it she cringed. "Yes, sir. I'll report back home at 1600 hours." She got out of the car and her father sped off. 'My father, the general.' She thought.

"Ah! There you are Miss Young!" A plump young lady with an American accent said as she walked into the office. "We've been expecting you. The general has very high expectations and we're glad he chose this school for you. You must be so proud that your father has achieved such a place of honor. I can tell you that he is so proud of you and he knows you will do well here." Riley had to fight the urge to roll her eyes and retort on that last comment. "Now we have an excellent academic program here and the teachers try their hardest with every student and strive to work with them to excel in their studies…" from this point she thought it was okay to stop listening because the general made her basically memorize the pamphlet and all she was talking about was just garbage. All she was doing was exercising her voice box; she was saying nothing worth listening to. 'Okay. All I have to do is focus on Will Turner. My life in this HELLHOLE might not be so bad and the day might pass quicker if I do.' At the mere thought of Will she smiled and in her mind she could see his dark chocolate eyes boring down into hers. She didn't know how long she was thinking about him but apparently the woman didn't notice.

            The woman then escorted her to her locker and told her to take off her hat because "Even though they had few rules in Jake Adams High, you weren't allowed to wear a hat." That was fine. She had no intention of wearing it to class anyway. Other than her hat she knew the others would be intimidated by her attire, she wore baggy blue jeans that had a bulldog on the back pocket, a black one-shoulder tank top and her favorite jean jacket. Riley flipped her medium length dirty blonde hair off her shoulders as she took off her baseball cap and followed the woman. Her make-up was dark and she knew she looked like bad news, and that was the way she wanted it.

            Riley walked into her new class and everyone stared at her. "Mr. Campbell, this is your new student. Her name is Kevin Riley Young. This is the general's daughter." Then the woman turned and left. She decided that if she were going to be stared at she might as well make herself comfortable and sit down.

"Well Kevin, welcome to Jake Adams." Mr. Campbell said.

"It's Riley. People call me Riley not Kevin." She stated clearly. Trying not to sound too rude.

"Okay Riley it is then. Where are you from?"

"Why? Should it be any of your concern?"

"Just curious."

"I'm from Canada." She knew she was going to be laughed at but she liked her home better. A boy at the back of the class chuckled and then asked, "Where's your pet beaver?" Then chuckled some more. Riley unconsciously cracked her knuckles and she had to bite her lip before she could spit out her reply. "In any case, welcome to Chicago, Illinois then." Mr. Campbell seemed to clamp up and try not to laugh at her as well.

The day passed by rather quickly and she was glad. It was all thanks to Will. 'He is soooo hot' she thought to herself. It was second last period of the day and it was gym class. For some reason people thought Canadians were dumber than Americans, but she knew something they didn't. What she didn't know though is that it was all about to unravel.