Disclaimer: Sigh…you've probably heard something somewhat similar from other Justice League fanfic writers…but I am extremely sorry to say that- yes what you're thinking is correct- I am NOT the owner of the Justice League or any of its original material. If in some alternate universe where life wasn't such a bitch I were, well then I would have better things to do then write this fic…..However I do not, therefore I am, much to your pleasure….Anyways the only things that rightfully belong to me in this fic are a few characters such as Kristine and the plot. Thank you for your time.
Kris: …..damn, girl. That was one long ass disclaimer…that wouldda been perfect for the Oscars.
Cybie: Sigh….I know, right? They were on the other day…did u watch?
Kris: Yep, but in my opinion, Brokeback Mountain should've won best picture. But then again, crash was good too…..decisions decisions….
Cybie: True, true…Well, anyways! Enough talking and on with the fic! But here's a quick author's note first.
Kris: But I wanna keep talking.
Cybie: Too bad sweetumns. Life's tough, deal. Besides, you get the whole fic to talk.
Kris: What dumbass died and made you queen.
Cybie: Who the hell's writing this fic, smart one!
Kris: …..Ramera…
Cybie: Hehehehe…That's what I thought..Now, on with the A/N!
A/N:
Dear, dear readers and fellow fanfic writers. This is my third
fanfic, and this one I actually plan on carrying out fully. My
previous two fics weren't much of a success, but I fully intended
to see to it that this one does not fall victim to the same fate.
This entire plot is straight from the mind of yours truly and is not
the property of anyone but me. whoa….possessive
–Kris Cybie: Glare
5:45
Gotham
City
The SlumKristine Lorena Romero hastily pulled
the thin sheets covering her off. Two weeks. Two weeks she's been
here and even though it's been by far the SHITTIEST hell
hole she has ever fell resident to, it was also the most enjoyable.
Hell, yes it may have a few drawbacks, such as the annoying Gotham
sounds that wake her up every damn day at the crack of fucking DAWN,
and the smell of dirty laundry and coke-sniffing bums on the streets
below, but here at least she had her space. Unlike all the other
foster homes Kristine had stayed in she was constantly being pestered
and nagged by whomever the hell lived there to play with them, be
more social or 'contribute to society'. Sadly these routine
annoyances would continue until she told whatever bastard that was
bothering her to "FUCK OFF!" But Henderson wasn't like
all those other crack heads. He gave Kris whatever time she needed to
adjust.
Geoffrey Henderson was Kristine's current temporary guardian. He was a nerdy, skinny, underpaid cop and somewhat of a pushover. But whatever, as long as he left Kris the hell alone…. Apparently the relationship betweent the two was..heh… oh so loving. It was the same routine every day. Kris would wake up to the god damned Gothom wake-up crew, wash up and dress for school. She'd go downstairs to find some food. Eventually Henderson would awaken at some point and greet her good morning. She'd then reply with her trademark phrase.
"Hn."
Ok, so it's not much of a phrase, but it was hers, and she was proud of it. With a nod of her head she'd be out the door stuffing whatever scrap of food she could scavenge, her backpack in her hand. Unfortunately, her social worker deemed it necessary that she get an education while she was staying with Geoffrey. That's funny shit. It's not like Kris ever stayed anywhere long. No one wanted her, ever. Not in her entire life. And frankly she didn't care. She didn't want those sons of bitches either. She was so used to moving from home to home that it was rare she ever unpacked her things. She guessed that's what happens to you when you're forced into several homes ever month since the age of six. But hell, that was life. That was her life and if she planned on surviving it, she might as well learn to suck it up.
Kris casually waited for the bus just outside Henderson's crappy apartment building.
'These schools were always the same' she thought as the bus came to a halt in front of her. 'Always the same fucked up shit. Toe-up bus comes to a stop just to take me to a toe-up school where the girls glare and the guys drool.'
Kris smirked while entering the bus. That rhymed. She noticed several of the boys oogling at the sight before them.
' Damn kids and their hormones.'Yeah she was hot, and dammit she knew it. With her waist length curly, wavy, black hair. And her sparkly gray eyes that seemed silver to most. Her figure wasn't anything amazing though. Slim and light brown skin. The only thing that bothered her was her shortness. Her inability to grow was rather depressing. And exactly five feet tall she has to look up at everyone. This often led people to think of her as a weak little baby doll. If they had ever fought her, they would know better. She may be small but she packed a hell of a punch, and she wasn't fucking afraid to show it. No one gave an attitude. No one pissed her off. No one fucked with Kristine. No one.
The boys continued to leer at the young girl with startlingly beautiful features, while guys in the back craned their necks to get a better view. Glancing around, Kristine stopped a second on the face of one particular blond bitch. Mandy Bullrider. The queen of all hoes, sluts, bitches, tramps, skanks, pretty much everything, you name it. She was openly glaring at Kris, whom couldn't help but notice the heavy wrapping on her nose. There was a simple explanation for this. Mandy had set herself up. She got all up in Kris's face, and paid the price. The heavy price.
Flashback She could feel
the eyes of every male boring into her and the glares of every female
directed at her. The conversations at Kimberly-Anne were always the
same, well at least since she got there. "Ugh…Why do they
like her so much? Huh? She's not that great. Zach won't even look
my way anymore. It's just Kristine. Kristine. Kristine! I can't
handle this!" "They only like her 'cause she has a
pretty face. I mean the girl is totally anti-social. Probably a mute.
She creeps me out." "James, did you see her. There she is.
God freaki- she's so hot! Every guy wants to get with her." "Man,
that has gotta be the finest piece of ass that has ever stepped foot
in this city." The same shit. Yep, every damn day. She put
up with the same shit. Kris stopped at room 304 and slowly entered.
The students were already in their seats. The teacher was slowly
scraping chalk against the board, barely writing anything. "Aaaaand
to find the apothem you must remember that in a 30-30-90 triangle the
hypotenuse equals the side multi-" the lazy teacher took this time
to realize Kristine's presence. She took in his features: bags
under blotchy brown eyes, back slouched, deep frown plastered on
face, and to patches of hair topped off with a gigantic bald
spot. "Who are you?" "Kristine Romero. I'm
new." "Yeah, yeah," the man yawned deeply," just take
a seat." Nadia walked to the far back of the room, ignoring
the stares and whispers throughout the room. She sat next to a timid
looking young boy who looked about ready to faint. The man up
front continued "Now, where was I? Oh yeah…well who wants to come
solve this?" He gestured to the board. "How bout you
Mandy?" A blond girl who was painting her nails red looked
up. She gave the man a taken aback look and shook her head. "Well,
Mr. Davis, you know I'd really love to, I really would. But I think
that maybe the new girl should, ya know just to make her feel right
at home," she said in an aggravatingly preppy voice. Everyone
turned to look at Kris, who had a bored expression on her voice. Once
again, Mr. Davis yawned. "I don't care I just need a
body." Kris looked at the bored. Studying it's
contents. Kris stood and walked
to the board talking the piece of chalk from the teacher. She began
solving the problem with much ease. cone: volume
28.26x10282.6394.2 94.2-56.5237.68 Why was she here? Clearly this school didn't
offer anything for her. She sat back down and blocked out everything
else taking place. Later that day Kris was back at her locker
preparing to leave this hell on earth. She felt a figure approach her
and instantly recognized the preppy voice from before. "You
know, you're such a show-off" No reply. "You
really shouldn't draw so much attention to yourself. This is my
school, I make the rules and you follow them. Got it?" Still
no reply. "Hey why don't you say something you freak?"
This is where Mandy makes the single dumbest thing she could ever do,
she put a hand on Kris is shoulder and turned her around. She touched
her. Of course, she failed to see the fist flying to her face until
it hit her square in the nose. Kris decided she may have to
actually talk to this dumb bitch to get the point across. "Listen
up you crack-whore, I'm gonna say this once and only once. Do NOT I
repeat, do NOT ever FUCKING touch me? Keep your filthy dirty hands
off me. You don't know who you're fucking with you stupid hoe.
Now I want you, your clique and whatever other trash you got litterin
this damn school to stay the fuck outta my way. Next time I'll beat
your ass down. Comprendo? That's not a threat, it's a promise. Do
I make myself clear azada?" The girl on the floor was
clutching her nose, terrified. "C-c-crystal,
m-ma'am." "Bien." Kris slammed her locker and
made her way to the bus loop. What a day, what a day. Not.
Kris started
at the flimsy piece of paper in her hand. 33-25-09 was her locked
combination. She quickly looked at the beat up locked and grimaced in
disgust. It only lasted a few seconds. The conditions at
Kimberly-Anne Junior high were no worse than that of her old
orphanage. Quickly getting her locked open she stuffed her bag in and
pulled out a few notebooks and her schedule before closing her locker
and heading towards her first period class.
Her mother was from Spain, and her father, she had no
idea. Her Spanish heritage was the only reason she took the time out
tolearn the language. One day she was going to figure out who her
father was, if it was the last thing she
did.A/N:
SOOOOO did you like, comrades? I sincerely hope you did. Well
more to come from this fic. Much more! Sooo REVIEW please!