I really don't know how to do this author's note stuff. Well, please comment below and stuff! I mean, uh... constructive criticism is HIGHLY desirable. Well, I have nothing else to say but nothing is mine except the plot and the OCs. That's all, y'all.

Also, don't throw a fit when you realize I edited 5 Seconds Of Summer's Heartbreak Girl to suit the chapter. It's just a fanfiction and I only take credit of owning the storyline and the OCS.

Enjoy!

Chapter I: Heartbreak Boy

KAYLA'S POV:

I close my eyes and lean against the glass window. This is it, I think, this is the big one.

I open my eyes and peer out of the window, staring at the lights far below, in awe. I begin humming 'New York' under my breath and the person sitting next to me gives me a funny look and shifts away from me.

The pilot came on and politely requests us to put on our seat belts, as we were about to land. I latch it on and continue to stare out of the window. We land (quite badly if you want my opinion. I swear; that pilot must have been hella drunk to land the way he did. I mean who just falls out of the sky without tilting even a little? Well, if you're a helicopter, maybe, but an accursed jumbo jet? No, nobody does that unless they're drunk.)

I wait for everyone to leave the plane, like I always do. When they all get out, I stand up and pull out my backpack. I open it and check for my necessities; my passport, a clean set of clothes, my wallet with my money, my laptop, my phone and of course, my trustworthy garden shears. I pull them out from their secret compartment and give them a decisive 'snip'. (Don't ask how I managed to get a pair of shears from LAX to JFKA. Just don't.) I put them back and I begin walking through JFKA.

I'm Kayla. Kayla Montgomery. I was born in LA and lived there until I was 10. Then I was booted into the foster system, after my parents died. I was adopted and moved to Anaheim with my new foster parents, who I didn't like at all. My life was dreary and horrible until I found the eye of Horus, glowing in my locker…

"Miss… Montgomery?" asks an old lady working at the customs.

"Yes, ma'am?" I ask stiffly.

"You travelled alone from LAX?"

"Your point is?" I ask coldly.

She looks uncomfortable.

"We are looking for a girl around your age who came by herself."

My blood runs cold. No way was I going to go back to a place where I didn't fit in. my only chance of having friends like me isn't gonna leave that fast. And that, my friend, is the truth.

"Well, I came with my mom," I lie, "My dad's dead, so we don't have the same last name."

She looks sympathetic and then stamps my passport.

"So, where is she?"

"Mom, wait up!" I yell, running off.

I go to the baggage claim, rolling my eyes. Humans are despicable and easy to trick.

I walk out with my suitcase and backpack. It takes me a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I grab a taxi and give them directions to a place near the Brooklyn House.

In silence, I stare out the window, appraising the city. It is so different from L.A. and Anaheim.

And, what they say about the pigeons is true. There are way too many in the city. I've only been here for a minute and they're swarming above us, in the dozens.

The sun begins to slowly rise as the driver takes me to my destination.

He notices my interest in the outside and smiles at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Never been here before, have you darling?' he asks.

"No," I say.

"Brooklyn, is by far the best borough in the Big Apple," he says, "Though, I haven't seen so many pigeons in one place before."

That's when I started getting a bad feeling about the pigeons.

He stops the taxi. I pay him and climb out. He helps pull my luggage out and climbs back into his taxi.

"Good luck, darling," he says, going back, "You'll really need it!"

He speeds off, laughing maniacally, leaving me coughing in the acrid exhaust fumes. My eyes water and I wipe at them, trying to make sense of his words.

It takes me a couple of seconds and a bomb-dive (from an accursed PIGEON!) for me to realize what he meant.

They begin squawking outrageously loud and I begin panicking. I shove my suitcase aside and pull out my garden shears.

"Come at me, babe!" I yell, waving it at them.

They take up the challenge and bomb-dive again. I snap at their wings, and cut one off.

The wing disintegrates the moment it hits the ground. It leaves my garden shear green with blood.

"That," I mutter, "Is not a pigeon."

I look around for a quick getaway scheme. I find one and begin pulling my suitcase along to an alleyway. I grab the red wagon and throw my stuff onto it. I start pushing it downhill, then when it finally gathers enough speed and I jump inside.

The non-pigeon pigeons squaw at me indignantly, as if they were jealous that they didn't get to go shooting downhill in a wagon. (I'm sorry you're a bird. I wish I could fly, but I don't get to do that either.)

They bomb dive again, but this time, most of them crash and disintegrate.

"Wahoo!" I yell, swerving dangerously to the left to avoid incoming cars. The non-pigeon pigeons are still pursuing me.

"Y'all don't give up, do you?" I remark sarcastically, as I careen to the other side.

I careen too much to the other side because I crash and the wagon breaks. My suitcase breaks too. Clothes and books spill from the side.

My backpack is still intact, but I wish say the same about my shears. They're bent out of shape.

What about my body? Well, let's focus on the important things, first. (What? My laptop has 6GB of music. That will not be deleted in my lifetime.)

Angrily, I stand up and shake my fist at them.

"You wanna piece of me? Well, bring it on, buster! You just messed with the wrong girl! I'ma whoop your-"

Well, you get the drift…

They answer to my challenge by bomb diving again.

"Oh, shish kebab," I mutter, realizing what I've just done.

I kick my suitcase aside and begin running.

If they get too close, I hit them on the heads with the bent shears. (You have no idea how those things work. They're heavy.)

They break my shears. Sighing, I throw it aside, and they all attack me. Soon my hands are converted into bloody masses. They trying eating my head off, but I throw my hands up to cover them. I realize they're now targeting my backpack.

I swing out.

"Not my backpack, you glorified carrion beasts! Get away!"

I look ahead and see a familiar mansion. I nearly cry out due to the relief I feel at this moment- it's the Brooklyn House!

I run faster, yelling for help, as I get closer. When none comes out, I smack my forehead. The sun hasn't even properly risen yet. Who's awake at this ungodly hour?

I reach the door and begin banging on it.

"Help- get away, you bird! - open the door!"

I pin my back to it and flap my hands futilely at them.

Someone opens the door and I fall out on top of them.

"Sorry!" I say, grabbing an umbrella stand and throwing it at the birds. It hits one and it begins squawking as it falls and disintegrates.

I picture it was wailing "Mayday, mayday. Insane human female has shot me down." and I chuckle.

Then I know I have lost it.

The sun completely rises and shines on the birds. They shriek out and I realize they're pure black and the sun's beginning to burn holes straight through them. They turn into black smoke and disappear.

I relax and focus on the face above me.

"My suitcase," is all I can say, before I black out completely.

I wake up, my hands bandaged. I sit up and something slides off my face. I scream and throw it aside- only to realize that it's just an ice pack.

Now that was embarrassing, I think.

I climb off the bed and suddenly feel very cold. I look down in horror and realize what I'm wearing- booty shorts and a camisole top. Where the heck are my clothes?

"I need to find my suitcase!" I wail, running out of the room. I thunder down the staircase and reach the landing. There's a boy with extra nappy hair going through my suitcase.

"Hey, you nappy-haired yak lookalike," I hiss, catching his attention, "Let go of the suitcase and no one gets hurt."

He looks at me and says, quite unapologetically:

"I'm going through your things to make sure that you have no inappropriate materials."

I glare at him.

"Are you serious?" I demand, "What the heck could I have brought that is considered inappropriate."

"This!" he says, pulling out one of my bras. I feel myself go very, very, very red.

"So…?" I say, deciding to play it cool.

"I think I found an ingenious item that works both as a catapult and a weird strangulation thingy!"

"Uh, that's my bra, you idiot!"

He wails and tosses it aside. I catch it and look at him amusedly as he wipes his hands repeatedly.

He looks at me, left eye twitching.

"Hope that teaches you not to ever go through a girl's stuff again," I say, satisfied by his reaction.

"By the way, what's your name?" he asks, getting defensive.

"I'm Kayla. And you are…?" I ask.

"I'm Carter. The Carter Kane," he adds.

"Interesting, if I may say…" I reply sarcastically.

He glares at me.

"I'll have you know I'm in charge and I don't tolerate rudeness."

Yeesh, what is up with this guy? I'm serious, he has to be partially insane to act like this to a girl he just met and he doesn't even know her last name.

"Neither do I, but you don't see me threatening the new kids," says a blonde girl skipping in.

She smiles broadly and shakes my hand with both of her hands.

"I'm Sadie, Carter's younger and better sibling," she says. Then she blinks, "And why in the name of Horus do you have a bra in front of my brother?"

"It's his fault," I say quickly.

She laughs.

"I'm going out for pizza with Walt, so you'll have to show her around."

Then she pauses and looks at Carter.

"Zia thinks you're hot," she says, looking guilty.

"Really?" he asks self-consciously.

"Nah, Carter. April Fools!" she says running out.

I stifle a giggle. He gives me the stink-eye.

"What is up with your sister? Is Walt her boyfriend or something?"

"She wishes he was," he says, "She's probably so happy because they kissed or some other despicably lovey-dovey thing."

"Just like you wish Zia was your girlfriend?"

He freezes and looks at me with utter hatred.

"Let's go," he says icily.

I have the feeling I hurt his feelings so I keep quiet as he leads me around. I try to make him laugh, but it is to no avail.

"Most people find that joke funny!" I protest.

"Most people are fools of the highest order," he replies.

"You know what?" I say, stopping, "I'll get someone else to give me this tour. Good bye and good riddance!"

I stomp off to my room, angry at him and myself.

And it gets me wondering: why does he hate me so much? Or does the heartbreak hurt that bad?

No matter what, Mr. Heartbreak Boy has no right to be rude to me like that.

I realize I had forgotten my suitcase on the landing. I go and grab it and begin lugging it back. I hear slashing noises coming from one room so I open it.

I walk out onto a glass hallway, built on top of a gym. Carter's working out.

Not with weights or anything. I mean, he's fighting dummies with his crooked sword.

He's moving so fast it's impressive. I forget what I was doing, enthralled by the speed and the utter beauty of the combat.

"I can see you up there, you weirdo!" he calls out, looking up and smiling. "Nice outfit. It shows your legs and arms to be very attractive."

I step back in horror, not believing what he just said.

"And, it shows more than just your legs," he says suggestively, waggling his eyebrows, "If you know what I mean."

"Carter Kane, you are the most despicable human I have ever met and you should be ashamed of yourself!" I yell down at him, "I thought you were a nice person but you're nothing but an idiotic creep!"

I march out, dragging my suitcase along. I pull on my normal clothes- my Chemical Romance tee, black skinny jeans, with the matching black high tops.

I sit on my bed, feeling angrier. I bunch up the sheets in my hands, nearly tearing them.

I'm going to get my revenge on Heartbreak Boy, even if it's the last thing I do.

Author's Note: So what do you think? Is it great? Is it bad? Do you like it?

Anyways, give me your reviews, please! I don't plan to embarrass myself by continuing if it sucks, you know. This is the first time I'm doing this, so yeah.