A/N: Hello. This is going to an epic fanfic...well not really. But anyway! I'm not sure if an ALL HUMAN fanfic has been done for Strange Angels yet...but here I am! To deliver this fanfiction to you from...me? Any who...again this is off the top of my head and will be inspired by the music I listen to..I might list the song...I might not. Can't promise you anything :). EXCEPT that I'm going to finish it for all you Strange Angels/Dru and Christophe lover out there :) :) :) :)
*clicks fingers* Story time :)

Disclaimer: I donot own Strange Angels, It belongs to Lilith

Waking up in my dingy room I groan.

School.

A new school.

Damn it.

Slowly I get up and put on some jeans and an old sweater.

We had just moved to this horrible, podunk of a town.

But it's not the worst I've seen, you see me and my dad travel around the country because of his job or rather jobs. He can never keep a job for longer than 4 months, so we move on.

We have been doing this since I was 10, right when Mom left us.

That Bitch. I thought. Leaving me with Dad. Dad, unstable and paranoid. Thanks Mom. Thanks a bloody lot.

Moving on from my early morning internal bitch-fest I pulled myself down the old, creeky stairs.

Jeez Dad, at least get a decent place.

I round the corner, falling over a stack of boxes full of meaningless paper, I enter the kitchen and find Dad standing by the sink in a suit, drinking his coffee and holding a briefcase. His blonde hair slicked back to look "professional". No dad you just look like a dousche, but I couldn't tell him that it would break his heart, not to mention send him completely off the edge of Nervous Cliff and into the Valley Of Moving Trucks. You see, if Dad doesn't land this job...we have to move on.

Instead I give him a look of approval and pour myself a glass of milk.

"First day of school. You excited?" His voice was so cheerful, it almost made my sad.

I may not want to be mean this morning, but I had no obligations to bitchy or sarcasm.

"Oh! I'm just ecstatic! Not"

His smile fell.

"You know, Dru, you don't have to act like this everytime we move to a new town. Now I know how you feel about this, but until I can get a stable job, this is our lifestyle"

"Yeah? Well if you weren't so hopeless then maybe I wouldn't act like this!" I regreted the words as soon as they left my mouth.

For a moment my dad looked suprised, but then he remembered I am a teenage girl and that's what people "expect" us to do. But he still looked hurt. Goodbye town. Nice knowing you.

There is no way in the hope of hell that Dad would ever be able to get this job now that I've opened my big mouth.

Fuck. I'm an idiot.

"Your going to be late" His voice and face were hard and cold.

"oh, right, yeah. Well, goodbye"

"See you after school"

"sure"

And with that I walk out the door, into the deserted streets of this sad excuse for a town.

I set off down the footpath in a bad mood.

Hey bitches, I'm Dru Anderson. I'm in a really really pissy mood. Get in my road and I can't promise you'll live another metaphorical hour. It's my first day and first impressions last. This should be fun.

A/N: Ahhhhhhh yeah, Dru's a bit more aggressive...hope you like it :)

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