This is my first story posting on here~ Like I say on my profile, I encourage constructive criticism, and detest flames / flamers. I wish to keep this story going, and while I do, I wish to improve!

Also, I apologize for the... very vague summary, I'm terrible at them. orz
Well, enjoy, please! X)

The alarm clock buzzed over and over. The room was dark: walls painted a dark shade of lavender, black curtains hung about the windows, thick so zero light penetrated through. Only the bright red numbers reading, '5:00' flashed as the annoying buzz repeated. 'BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ, BUZZ!' With a groan, located beneath a pile of the thick red blanket and random coloured pillows of various sizes sharing the bed space, a long, pale, arm emerged. The long, dainty fingers upon her hand pressed down on the 'sleep' button before the arm fell at rest beside the bed, and hung there. She slowly rolled out of her bed, and fell onto her back on the floor.

"Umph!"

That same pale hand, nails coloured teal, black, purple in a random order, brushed some black hair from her face to reveal some bright, brilliant green eyes, only compared to the beauty of an emerald. The lanky bodied female stood up finally, rising to her full height of 5'9", and shifted to her closet. She slipped on some overly baggy, black jeans, to make her look a bit… fuller in the body, for she had the frame of an athletic… young boy, truthfully told. She slipped on a tank top, then a black, yet colourful, t-shirt that had words upon it reading 'Retard-O-Bot' amongst the jumble of bright colours.

"Anastazja!" A voice downstairs shouted. She responded with a groan. She wasn't ready for talk. 'I haven't evolved into a specimen of speech quite yet…' She grinned at her reflection as she walked into the bathroom. She felt quite clever. Picking up her toothbrush, she put some toothpaste on it, and began to brush her teeth. "Anastazja Von Walczak!" The voice shouted once more, the sound of feet marching up the stairs followed, then a pause. "Ana, you know better than to not respond to me young lady." A blonde woman stood in the doorway.

"Sorry m'am." The teen apologized as she spat into the sink, rinsing it down before wetting the toothbrush, and brushing some more. Her mother, a surgeon, glanced down at her watch. She tapped it, then walked away in a hurry to finish getting ready. Anastazja watched her strict mother go down the hall, made a bitter face toward her back, then looked at her reflection once finished cleaning her teeth. She got out her mascara, and applied some quickly to her bright eyes, dimmed by what seemed to be permanent bags under her eyes. After that, she left the make-up out on the bathroom counter, and then ran down the stairs, skipping several at a time to grab her backpack, which was filled with a few things. It was the first day of school and, naturally, she wasn't excited. After all, she lived in a small town where you were with the same exact people EVERY year.

At school, she gave her mother a nod as a goodbye as she gripped her bag. 'I couldn't have gone to the school that's at least located in the 'town' rather than this… pathetic excuse for a… "village" you could call it by its size.' She exhaled a poof of air, which preceded to poof her hair up. She walked inside the school. Inside, there were all of the kids giddily walking to and fro, chattering. She looked down to her dirty teal converse shoes as she dragged her feet down the hall to get to her locker. One hand shoved in her pocket, she focused hard on the ground, as if it were just invented. She then found herself with her shoulder rammed into the wall as a girl ran down the hall giggling loudly, being chased by a boy. The pair was known as Shelbie and Adam. But, Anastazja focused on Shelbie, the girl who had been in her class since she arrived here in fifth grade, making this their sixth year in sharing the same general class.

'So beautiful…' She sighed in pure envy as she froze in place. Shelbie's long chocolate brown hair curled to perfection along with her make up, her soft pink lips coated in a thin layer of watermelon flavoured lipstick, and then a white tank top, masked by a gray fashionable scarf, dark skinny jeans, and then some black flat doll shoes. She forced herself back into reality. Shelbie had Adam; a cocky track & field jock that just had it out for those who weren't 'normal', as he forced.

The small Preschool through twelfth grade school (Consisting of approximately four hundred kids) of Maybelle High School was filled with stuck up kids. Well, at least the general population of it was. There were others, but… she didn't quite fit in with them either. Yet, they all hung out at school, just because they all didn't want to be alone. And, there they stood, at the back of the hall. The group, excluding Anastazja, consisted of five people. There was Cindy, the girl who loved anime obsessively. Straight hair to her waist, dyed blue. She dressed casual though. Then, there was the video gamer / tech guy: Damian. He dressed as Anastazja described it 'Super Hipster', and nobody knew his true hair colour, for it switched between black then blonde. He claims it to be neither though. Those were her 'closest' friends. Then, there was also James and Jamie (twins), and last but not least: Jack, who she thought was a stalker of some of the girls, in the creepy manner. She didn't actually know them really.

"Hey guys, ready for another year of hell?" She mumbled lazily as she shoved her bag into her locker, having jammed it with paper. Cutely pushing up her glasses, Cindy replied,

"Yeah, it won't be so bad now. I think everyone's beginning to grow up now!" She did a clap, clasped her hands, and then nodded twice. The identical twins nodded in response, agreeing. Anastazja pessimistically scoffed.

"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes as she leaned on the lockers. Gazing down the hall, she looked over the general high school population. "I guess I can say that most will begin to be more nice to your face, considering how most of the stuck-ups are Seniors this year, and will want to claim how they'll miss you, and miss 'the good 'ole times'." Anastazja matched hand motions to her sentence.

"Hey!" Damian claimed, pointing down the hall. "Newbie!" The un-matching group of students' attention snapped down the hall. New kids were automatically targeted, and picked apart and judged by all kids right away. That was one thing that the whole high school student body had in common; they were all judgmental as hell, which was probably why none of them got along all too well behind the scenes. And, this new kid was no exception to that… 'tradition', if you will.

"Wannabe rocker." Jack clicked his tongue.

"Druggy." Cindy crossed her arms.

"Show-off." Jamie and James analyzed.

"Freak." Damian ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his fake 'nerd' glasses.

"Another addition to our group." Sighed Anastazja, peeved.

Well, here's the first chapter to 'Jurisdiction'. Please, let me know if you have any questions, and just let me know what you think~ (Though, if you don't like it, please just keep it to yourself. I will... most likely take the hint.)
Sorry it's not so long, it's shorter than I thought it was. ^^;