Edit as of 2017: Only read this if you can tolerate bad grammar, cliched plot and cringe inducing moments. I wrote this back when I was fourteen, yes fourteen. It was my first fan-fiction and while I'm not proud of it, it was a starting point, so I'm glad I wrote it.

Basically, I'm just going to leave it here on this site and not delete it as a reminder of how writing can and will improve with practice. Soo yeah, enjoy if you want, but don't expect much. ^^


High School in a Nutshell

I hate him.

That's how I would react if someone wanted to know about a boy in my high school: The infamous Richard Grayson.

I could imagine the look on that persons face, one of surprise and dumb founded confusion towards my answer. After all, who could hate someone like Richard? He was popular, smart, athletic and good looking, with features of blue eyes and ebony hair (usually spiked up with cheep hair gel.)

To other girls, he was absolutely flawless, but to me he was everything but.

His popularity only served to boost his already massive ego, and as far as the knowledge of common courtesy goes, he was clueless as to what it meant. I'd give him that he was athletic, though I'd never say it to his pretty boy face. Just thinking about him makes my blood boil, which only serves to redden my face. Unfortunately he always seems to mistake my anger as a shy blush towards him and his apparent 'hotness'.

I brush my long crimson hair out of my eyes as I ramble on about him in my diary. I'm afraid this is the only way to release my pent up anger, since any argument between us ends up going spectacularly wrong on my part. I seem to have a knack for getting into embarrassing situations, and my mistakes do nothing to convince the other girls of what Richard was really like.

Hm. Perhaps I should ring Raven and ask her about it, needless to say she'll be annoyed if I contact her in the middle of the night to prattle on about bird boy. Oh sorry, perhaps I should explain, my friends and I have nicknames, which I suppose is slightly dorky to other people. It doesn't exactly improve our image when we like to joke that are real names are our nicknames. The teachers aren't thrilled either since it messes up their registers when they don't know what name to call us.

Karen Bleaker, my friend since I first joined Jump City High is known as Bumble bee, simply because she wearers yellow and black striped clothes.

Jenny Hex is my awesome friend with pink hair, usually in bunche's, shes known as Jinx. Others stay clear of her since the entire school thinks she puts curses on people if you even look at her. I can't understand their reasoning for this sometimes, she only pretened to use voodoo dolls on someone once...

My best friend Rachel Roth is a goth, who is known as Raven because of her penchant for dark clothes. Sometimes I think to myself that Raven could be popular if she hung up her cloak. After all she's beautiful and many of the boys admire her, it seems to send them the wrong message that she refuses to talk to them in fear of wasting air.

I have a nickname of my own, which is Starfire because I'm told that when I'm angry my eyes glitter like stars. I can come off as shy and meek to others, though if they know me well enough, they can see I have a bad temper, especially when it comes to Richard Grayson.

He's is known as Robin but know one seems to knows why.

Well now, I suppose I should cut to the marathon. It's hard to put such a long story in so few word's but that's why I will call my diary: My high school story a nut shell.

I suppose I should start my story at the beginning: This argument between us started when I was a new girl at our school. Everyone knew their place except me, I was new so it happens. How was I supposed to know what a 'click' was, let alone a popularity status?

When everyone around you looks your way when you're absolutely terrified, it doesn't help matters. I couldn't help but make a few mistakes...


My sister tooted the car horn and drove off, leaving me standing in front of the large and intimidating high school. I looked up at the massive yellow building in front of me and up at the sign that read 'Jump City High school' in intricate letters.

A new start, but was it a good one? A sudden sweep of realization dawned on me that I had no clue how these high schools worked, being raised away from a society. I shrugged it off, my eyes set in determination. Turning away at the first hurdle was not how my parents raised me...I was going to be strong for them.

The bell rang, signalling that I was late. Getting out my tutor book and scanning what room I was in was no problem, but finding which room I was in certainly was...ah yes the sinking feeling in my stomach, a sure sign of impending doom.

And so it begins.

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