A/N: I own absolutely nothing. If I did, I would quit school and find another way to spend my time... maybe... Anyway, like I said, I own nothing. Oh, except Jen. I own her... :: Muffled voice crying "Help!" in background:: Shut up u! Hehehe .

AA/N: (other "A" is for another..lol) whenever you see *[ insert words here] * it is Jen's thoughts. These ~* [ insert words here] *~ it is other thoughts...I'll get to that in latter chapters...ON TO THE STORY!

~*~*~*~Complicated Lives~*~*~*~

Chapter 1- ~The 12th

Bored. That was all that was on Jen's mind right now. The fact that she was utterly and completely bored. At the moment she was sitting in the Headmaster's office at her school, listening to a speech that she had heard about a hundred times before. *And it is always the same...*

She was getting kicked out of school... again.

Jen was absolutely normal in almost every aspect. She didn't look like any thing special. With brown hair, bordering on pale skin, and her school uniform, she looked normal. ::Snort:: Jen is anything -but- normal. You see, Jen is a witch, and at the moment she was getting kicked out of t he twelfth wizarding school she'd been too.

"Miss. Lorda? Miss. Lorda?"

The headmaster's calls slowly dragged her out of her trance. "Huh?...Wa?"

The headmaster shook his head. "Miss. Lorda, really, after twelve schools I had hoped that you at least learned to pay attention to your advisors."

Jen held back a burst of laughter. Her attention span had -nothing- to do with her getting kicked out. *You can thank the damn "No tolerance" policy for that*

"Now," the headmaster started. "I trust that you know why we must ask you to leave our school?"

Jen sighed. *Of course I know why you prat! It's been the same damn reason every time! Stupid policy...* "Umm... Does it have something to do with me giving Jimmy Johnson the leg locker curse by any chance?" Jen smiled as if she was confused, the perfect picture of innocence.

"Yes, actually. By purposely harming a fellow classmate you violated one of our policies..."

*No tolerance...*

"...Which is number..." The headmaster riffled through the mess of papers on his desk.

*Number 105 you bone head. hmmm... He never seemed like a neat guy.*

"Number... Ah here it is... Number 105 in the student handbook. And it clearly states that if a student purposely harms another student that he, or she, must be dealt with accordingly. Meaning we must ask you to leave."

Jen breathed in deeply. *Might as well give it a shot, he's kicking me out either way...* "Sir, don't you think that it is the slightest bit unfair? After all, he did call me a mudblood."

"Unfair? How is it unfair? As I -clearly- pointed out, it states here in the handbook..."

Jen zoned out. She tried, but he still wouldn't listen. *I wonder if there is anyone else on the planet like this dolt. He thinks he's intelligent, but he's not. Says he can do this and that, but anyone with half a brain can tell he's lying. And the only reason he got this job in the first place is because of his looks... Nah... The world would have to be pretty messed up to have two idiots like him running around.*

"...I'll be right back after I inform your parents on the matter."

The headmaster was only gone five minutes before he opened the door. Thus, revealing two very unhappy parents.

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-A-A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter then I expected it to be. I should post the rest that I have already written this weekend. If I don't...er....I will post it ASAP. Review.................YOU MUST! PLEASE!!!! Even if it is flame, I don't care. Please just review! Oh, and try to see if you can guess who the headmaster is like...hehehehe...A bit corny, I know, but I had to! It was calling to me! lol....Now, where was I....oh ya....REVIEW! OR ELSE EVIL FLYING HAMSTERS WILL RAID COCONUTS ON YOUR PITIFUL CITY!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!