Ok so this is the very very first story I have ever uploaded to the internet EVER. Please leave your thoughts they are much appreciated and i will post the next chapter very soon!~~~ Thank you so muck for reading I hope you Enjoy!


"Roooooobbbbiiiinn!" *nock nock nock….* "ROOOOOOOOOOBBBIIIIINNN!" *more nocking* "Robin are you awake? …. Robin? ... ROBIN!" *nocking again*

"Aughmafga? What?"

"Roooooobbbbiiiiiiinnnnnnn!" *again with the nocking* I slump from my bed to answer the persistent noise at my door. The wood of my door gives way to a bright face that screams insanity in the best kind of way. "Breakfast is ready!" says my roommate Tag. She marches down the staircase into the living room. "She's awake!" I can hear laughter from the room. Sure enough as I rounded the corner there was Tag and the twins, Hich and Ryo.

"Hey littlebird!" came Ryo's mocking voice through the chuckles of the group.

"Mornin'," I was still asleep. The atmosphere was the most of what you would expect. It had been a long process, but finally I was free from my parents. Legally independent. Both of my parents were only-children and my grandparents died when I was little. My brother died four years earlier. Now I was living in my best friend Tag's house until I found a permanent solution to residency. And my parents, they were the entire reason for the process. For as long as I could remember they had done nothing but berate me with insults and hate. Ryo and Hich were obviously here to celebrate my first day of legal independence with me and Tag. Her parents were away on their second honeymoon so it was just us. I looked around at all the smiling faces and couldn't help but feel their excitement seep into my bones and energize me for the crazy day that was sure to ensue. As Tag began to explain how the day would be spent I-

"Hey are you listening?" I snapped back to the present by a rude shake to my shoulders from Tag. "I knew you zoned! You gotta' stop doing that." She said faking irritation.

"Sorry I was just thinking about the first day."

"Ok, well as AWESOME as that day was, you still need to listen. I don't want you pulling a Hich on the first day of school." Her mocking of his slight mental instability made me chuckle. I no longer lived in Tag's house but she had transferred schools with me and now lived in my house. We were inseparable. The kind of best friend that outlasts anything else. Basically that meant that when Tag got arrested in the 10th grade for pretending to be Helen Keller when the officer was testing her for a DWI, I played along and acted like a velocaraptor. I managed to bite his arm before he tazed me and brought us to the station.

"Damnit Rob! (her nickname for me) I'm serious!" she sneered at the chuckle I didn't realize I'd loosed. "Go get dressed. Hopefully after all these years of me helping you, you can do it yourself now?" I had always had a good sense of fashion but she always knew how to make it better.

"Like hell I need your help!" I shot back with a grin, pouncing up the stairs to my room. I changed into a simple red shirt that hung loose around my frame and a pair of black shorts. I covered my legs with black nylons and put on my favorite black and red leather jacket. Some converse high tops, a long chained necklace, some silver bangles and my outfit was complete. I wore minimal makeup and my hair was a short pixi-cut with bangs. My hair was white, well actually it was more like silver. When I was four I got a lung disease that turned my naturally black hair into a silvery white color. My eyes were a dark red.

I called to Tag, "Come look!" I opened my door and jumped a few inches out of my room making a thud on the floor.

"Oh MY GOD! My little Robin is all grown up and dressing herself!" She began to fake sob for joy. This show was not uncommon as she pretended to be surprised whenever I did anything. Cooking, cleaning, doing my hair, painting, playing an instrument, all things I had grown up doing by myself because my parents were total dicks.

Tag was dressed in tight blue jeans and converse high tops. A form fitting Dark purple V-neck t-shirt that was long enough to cover the waist band of her jeans but was lifted just above, exposing a thin strip of stomach. Her look was completed by a white belt and band bracelet. Tag had always been taller than me by about 2 inches. She had a thin, toned body and an amazing ass. Her skin light brown like it had been dusted with cocoa. Her hair was straight and black. She cut it into a pixie just yesterday for the new school year. My body was similar only I was shorter and my skin was light considering that I was Caucasian.

We exited the house I had inherited from my asshole parents and we hopped into our Silver Lightning GT. Yes OUR. I had agreed with Tag that if I accepted this car she could use it whenever she wanted because I already had a car. Unfortunately said car is currently in the repair shop because some jackass thought he would be funny and flirt with me via his pickup's horn. I flipped him off and he rear ended me. My personal car is a black 2014 Dodge Charger.

The ride, thankfully, was uneventful until a couple blocks to the school when we were met on the road by a white convertible driven by none other than Miss Prataby herself. Tag, being the kind of person who likes to get on people's nerves, cuts in front of Miss Prataby, earning a long honk. Tag looks at me and smiles before I realize what she's doing. "Tag DON-" She slams the breaks, pausing for a second then quickly resumes driving before an accident. We hear some swearing and 2 long honks from Prataby. Tag bursts into hysterical laughter when she sees Prataby in her mirror. Her face is red and she's flipping us off. Now, me being the kind of person who not only likes to piss people off but also defends her best friend, I roll down the window and stick my head out. I put my hands up to the side of my head like antlers only instead of unrolling my hands I stick out my middle fingers and my tongue giving her a nice first impression. After Tag practically drags my laughing mess of a body back in the car we pull into the school parking lot and look for a spot. We find one right at the front of the lot and pull in.

"Hey do you have any idea how dangerous that was!? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" I look over at Prataby who, no surprise, had caught up to us with her cronies at her expensive, designer heels.

"But we didn't." I say mater of factly, turning on my heels and walking off with Tag into the school.

We quickly begin to search for the principle so we can finalize our registration.

"They seemed nice." Tag mocked, "you could have killed me~!" Waving her hands with a fake terrified expression.

After walking around the halls for a while, we spotted a boy with fire-fucking-engine red hair who walked into the court yard.

"Let's ask him if he's seen the principal!" says Tag grabbing me by the arm and dragging me through the hall. I go to open the door when THUD. Shit.

I open the next door over and look down to see Red sitting on the ground in front of the door holding his nose.

"Shit. Sorry you ok?" I offer him my hand, which he promptly shoves away.

"Fuck, are you stupid or somethi-?" he pauses mid word when he looks up at me. "Just who are you exactly?"

I lean down so he's looking me in the eyes. "Robin, now are you going to accept my hand or get comfy there on your ass?" I get back up offering him my hand again which he takes with no resistance. He looks me over and smirks.

"Castiel." He says still sizing me up.

I realize after a second that I myself am staring. His outfit screams bad boy. He's wearing a red shirt with the Winged Skull emblem on it and black pants decorated with a silver chain. He has a black cropped jacket and a silver chain necklace. His eyes are dark gray like storm clouds and his hair is chin length and, of course, Red.

"COUGH COUGH !" I hear from behind me.

"Right, this is my friend Tag." She half waves, he nods.

"Now what exactly brings you to me Little Bird?" He smirks mocking my name and I cringe recognizing the nickname.

"Tag did, by my arm." She chuckles. "We were wondering if you had seen the principal?"

"You should go ask someone else, my answers may be a bit too intelligent for you." He replies smirking, a glimmer of playfulness crosses his eyes.

"Are you always this nice?" I say sarcastically.

"Only to the new students."

Tag and I continue our search as Red walks away. We go back inside and low and behold a stout little woman with her gray hair in a big bun on our head is standing in the hall holding a stack of paper.

"That has to be her. No other person could pull of the business-granny look." Remarks Tag. We wander over to her and she smiles at us cheerfully.

"Oh, you must be the new students! Robin and Tag right? Welcome to Sweet Amoris High School, you will have to go see Nathaniel in the student counsel room to finalize your registration."

"Yes, thank you Ma'am. " We make our way over to the student counsel room and let ourselves in. It's a rectangular room with tables forming a long oval surrounded by chairs. In the right corner there are filing cabinets with papers stacked high on top of them and a cork board on the wall. The left side of the room has a lazy-man chair and reading lamp along with a green leafy potted plant. "Hello? We're looking for Nathaniel?" A boy with shimmery blond hair like gold string pops up from behind the tables. Looking in a filing cabinet no doubt.

"Yes, that would be me." He gave us a friendly smile.

"Hi my name is Robin and this is Tag, we're the new students. The principle told us we could ask you to help us finalize our registration."

"Ah, yes. Ms. Ergovitz and Ms. Artina!" I cringe at his use of my last name as he holds out his hand for me to shake. He was pretty cute. He wore a white button up with a blue tie and khakis. His hair was a perfect golden and his eyes were like yellow Champagne. Tag seemed to think so too.

"Well, hello Mr. Student Body President!" She leaned over the table giving him a playful grin. Nathaniel's cheeks rosed over, but he took it good-naturedly giving her a smile. He quickly flipped through a few sheets of paper. He held out two small bunches of paper.

"It seems that the only things you are missing are your picture for a student ID and a $25 enrollment form. Other than that everything seems to be in order!" He smiled handing us the papers. "You can get your pictures taken at the dollar store across the street, when you are finished give your forms to Mrs. Scherkowski." I took our forms and handed Tag's to her.

"Alright thank you Nathaniel." I started to leave but in one final attempt Tag turned around, put her hand up to the side of her head like a phone, and mouthed "call me." We left and started to giggle at her boldness that made the student body president blush.

After returning to the school and handing in our forms, the day went on like any normal school day would. It was fairly boring and Tag was in about half of my classes. In the other half I had to fend for myself. From what I could tell, Red wasn't in any of my classes, that or he just decided not to show up. Probably the second one. There were some interesting characters. For example in my music and social studies class there was a boy who looked like he'd been painted by the sun and water equally. His hair bright electric blue like his shirt and his hoodie neon orange. He was always smiling as I introduced myself as the new student, Robin and he told me his name was Alexy.

"If you see my brother Armin, give him a shout! He'd like to talk to a pretty girl like you!" He beamed. We chatted about music for a while before the bell rang to go to third period. In that time I learned that 1) Alexy and Armin are twins 2) Armin does not like sunlight 3) Alexy feels the need to drag Armin to the clothes store to update his wardrobe for him once in a while and 4) Alexy is gay.

Third hour I finally stumbled upon one of the people I had been looking forward to seeing since my transfer. Lysander was sitting on a bench in the courtyard enjoying his free period scribbling away in his notebook. For as long as I had been living in Sweet Amoris (about 6 years, since she was 11) Lys had been my best friend. We had met in the city park; I had been there once before but only to work on a sketch. I was sitting in a tree when a young boy pointed up at me to show his mother. At the time my hair was long and braided to the side, it drew attention naturally because of its color. The mother promptly shooed her son telling him it was rude to point and his attention caught on something else. There was another boy at the park with similar hair to my own. He looked up at me shyly and smiled a greeting, a silent note between two public attractions. I was the one to introduce myself.

"Um, hi I'm Robin." My voice came out, louder than I had hoped it would. The boy smiled at my apparent boldness.

"I am Lysander." He had come with his parents and brother to Sweet Amoris to visit but he told me that he lived in the country. We had a long conversation about this and ended up professing our loves for the soft fluffy creatures called rabbits. After about an hour of getting to know this strange boy his parents came along to take him back home. Since that day, Lys and I kept in touch, hanging out when we had the time and sharing our love of music. Occasionally we help each other with the songs we write and he is always pestering me to show him my sketches. He doesn't know it but I have drawn many of him.

"Hi Lys, what-cha writin?" I asked as I walked up to him and sat down on the bench. He waved me over to read it. Lysander had become accustomed to sharing his poems with me a couple of years ago.

We are not created or destroyed

We are constantly transferred,

Shifted and renewed.

Everything we are is given to us

Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live

Death comes, because the brilliance inside us

Can only be contained for so long.

We do not die.

We pass on, pass on the life burning in our throats.

When you leave me I will not cry for you

I will run into the strongest wind I can find

And welcome you home.

"This is beautiful, Lysander." He had always had a way with words.


Ok so that was the first chapter! Pretty uneventful but we gotta start somewhere! Don't worry it will get better! Please leave comments, criticism, and even ideas if you have them i would love creativity from an outside source! Thanks again I will post soon!~~~

~FC