Well, this has been fun, ladies and gents. I hope your break was as fruitful as mine. I got a lot of stuff done, surprisingly, like getting about six or so chapters done on my novel.

But… I got kinda tired of writing romance, ya see, and started this little thing.

Okay, so… blanket note time?

Disclaimer: No, sorry, still don't own anything and I'm okay with that. I've got my own badass issues to deal with.

Cassandra Clare: That's your disclaimer?

Madi: Um… Yeah? Do you have an issue with it? Personally, I think it's pretty good.

Cassandra Clare: Well… It's all right, but maybe it should be a little more respectful?

Madi: …

Cassandra Clare: *looks expectantly*

Madi: L-M-A-O.

Cassandra Clare: *starts looking confused*

Madi: Yeah… Fuck that.

Note: This FanFiction contains swearing sometimes to the nth degree, insults to sexualities, and overly cocky, arrogant groups of young adults.

THEMESONGS

Viva la Vida ~ Coldplay

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1. The Pretense

The question of who I was never seemed to be quite enough.

No, there are many different facets about me, and I think that's the most irritating part.

I used to be a dancer.

But I quit, because I had more important things to do.

Like carve out at least a four-pack in the last couple of weeks of my summer vacation. Then work on how to use a sword like a badass, using tutorials from YouTube, and then the occasional Star Wars movie.

Running on the treadmill was becoming an interesting experience. I'd barely used the thing, and now I knew it better than my mom.

There was the occasional lesson of silence and deception. Me sneaking out at strange hours in the night to run through the woods as quietly as possible.

Yes, I quit break dancing to become an apprentice.

An apprentice in fighting.

Okay, now I realize you all who are new hands at this are wondering why the hell me, an average junior in high school, would be doing trying to learn how to fight when she should be hanging out with friends and shopping.

This is a very easy answer.

I'm not a normal high school girl.

I'm a Rogue.

Yeah, Rogue… badass name, I suppose, and at the same time incredibly lame.

It's the truth. I'm a Rogue. I don't belong in my world, or the others I've traveled to.

So far, there have only been three.

But that doesn't mean another is coming.

I could feel it the very next day I'd come back from my last escapade. A strange anxiety that clouded my thoughts and made it nearly impossible to do anything else. When I started this insane training, the anxiety lessened, only taking up a small corner of my mind.

For some reason, I had the ability to travel through portals and visit other worlds.

So far, these other worlds have been books that I've read, and had connections to. It was my job, or so I guessed, for me to try and change something for the better, and help lessen the overdramatic problems to the best of my abilities, using my advantages by reading the books and knowing what was going on.

Yeah, I know.

I have to waste my time away from writing my books, to help other authors with theirs.

Story of my life, in this rather unjust world.

I grabbed my backpack, sighing at the early hour, and continued out of my room. I walked down the stairs and out the front door, meeting the not-as-stifling heat of Georgia, and climbing the steep driveway to my dad's truck.

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"Madi!"

Yet another familiar voice called me out in the hallway as I made my way towards my first period class, in the mood to waste time.

I turned around, only to get tackled by a familiar strong pair of arms. My newfound instinct turned on to an all new high, but I pushed it as far away from me as I possibly could, and awkwardly hugged my friend back.

I laughed nervously as I detangled myself from his arms. "Um, hey Brad. What's up?"

"Nothing, much," He shrugged, and I frowned slightly. Of all of the friends I had, I had to deal with him.

Don't get me wrong, Brad is an all right guy when he doesn't act like a lovesick Romeo and cling to your every word. I just didn't really want to deal with him and his bad attempts at trying to ask me on a date. I don't do pity.

"Hey," he said, peering close, "What happened to your cheek?"

I immediately leaned back from his penetrating gaze, and raised my hand to my cheek. I rolled my eyes at that stupid mark still there.

"Glass." I lied. "This kid I was babysitting threw a ball through the window, and a shard of glass cut me."

In all truth, I got cut by trying this stupid move where I tried to flip my sword like a badass in one of the tutorials. It was weird, with all of the Runes I had on me from being in the Mortal Instrument series, the permanent iratze should've healed me.

"Geez, psycho kid." He laughed, and I shrugged.

"Yeah, tell me about it." I sighed.

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The day was a normal first day, and I wanted to stick the first sharp utensil into my eye, just to end this snore fest.

Mmhmm, I know, overdramatic, but oh well.

Teachers talked and were boring as hell, explaining their expectations of us, and I swear I almost fell asleep through all of them. I should've been more polite, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

When I saw my friends again, I began to realize that we now had a barrier between us. It was because of me, and I wished it wasn't the case.

But it was. I'd been doing more exciting things this summer than they had in their entire lives, and I wanted to be spending my time turning my retarded four pack into a six.

A small six… Because ripped girls freaked the hell out of me.

As the final bell rang, I was beyond happy to get out, and back home. My last period class sucked, since I didn't have many people to talk to, and the teacher was as stiff as a board.

Oh well, math was gay no matter what.

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Err… Note that these aren't the real names of my friends. I have no intents upon exploiting them…

So there.

I was going to add a lot more to the chapter, but decided against it because I really couldn't think of fake names for my friends xD.