Note: I do not own 'The Covenant'. I do own Dee. I take liberties throughout this story.

The house that we bought had a fully developed basement suite so I had claimed it as my own. That way I could have friends over and not bother Sierra. If she had known about the extent of my visitors back in Boston, I don't think she would have agreed to it.

Since she had to be at work early Monday morning, I was driving myself to school. With her not watching over me, I altered the uniform that I was supposed to wear. I know that Spenser Academy is a private school but uniforms are barbaric.

I pulled my 'baby' up to the school and looked up at the school. It was dark and depressing. I grabbed my bag and headed into the school. I stopped by the administration office to grab my schedule and a map. The secretary eyed my uniform and went scampering off to the Provost's office.

I chuckled as I headed to my locker. I checked over the schedule and the map before putting them inside. From my bag, I grabbed my MP3 player and a pen. I plugged my ears with the earphones and headed to my first class. I got there just before the bell rang. I saw the students eying me but I could really care less. I tucked a loose strand of my black hair behind my ear and introduced myself to Mr. Samson, my History teacher.

"Ms. Prestokovich, are you aware that there's a dress code here at Spenser? I would have thought your sister would have advised you of it."

"She did and I am abiding. I quote, 'For female students, the uniform consists of a long sleeved white dress shirt, a navy sweater, a red tie, a navy blazer (optional), a gray skirt, white socks, and black shoes.' I don't recall it mentioning specifics beyond that. May I take my seat now?"

"Sit next to Ms. Wenham."

I did and waited for him to start class. I had left one earphone in and put the other down my shirt so no one could hear it. Music was the only way I was going to stay awake.

"I'm Sarah."

"Dee."

"I saw what you did at Nicky's. I think the entire female student body wants to thank you for putting Aaron in his place."

"Well, it had to be done."

"Ms. Prestokovich, if it's important enough to disrupt my class, would you be kind enough to tell everyone."

"I was just saying that you're my first History teacher that hasn't lived through the Civil War. My last teacher must have been close to two hundred," I replied, sarcastically.

A few students in the class laughed and I drummed my pen against my leg.

"What is that in your ear?"

"Nothing. I forgot it was still in."

I pulled the earphone and Mr. Samson went back to teaching. I half paid attention, half zoned. Why did Sierra sign me up for this course? Didn't she know that I hated History?

Class was nearing the end when Mr. Samson called on me again.

"Ms. Prestokovich, when you wake up, could you tell me the first, fifth, ninth, and thirteenth Presidents?"

"Huh? What? Oh, sure. First – George Washington, 1789-1797. Fifth – James Madison, 1809-1817. Ninth – William H. Harrison, 1841-1841. Thirteenth – Millard Fillmore, 1850-1853. Madison died in office so that's why he didn't finish out his term. Is there anything else, Mr. Samson?"

The bell rang and I was one of the first to leave the classroom. My next class was all the way across the school so I headed over. I'm assuming people were talking about my uniform but I had my earphones back in so I couldn't hear. I was nearing the classroom when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there stood Reid. I smiled and pulled out my earphones.

"What an act of rebellion. Have you been called in to see the Provost yet?"

"There's nothing he can do. The handbook is on my side."

"She quoted it to Mr. Samson already," Sarah said.

There she stood with a tall guy. She had her arm around him so I assumed they were an item.

"Anastasia!"

"Oh, shit."

We all turned and there was my sister. I looked at Reid, Sarah, and her boy before heading over to Sierra.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What's up? Before my first class, Provost Higgins called me into his office to ask me about you and if you knew the handbook. I assured him you do and now I see you like this," she seethed, in Ukrainian.

"Sierra, I promise you I'm not breaking any rules. I read through the handbook and I'm wearing the items specified in it."

"You cut your dress shirt and sweater to bare your mid-drift. Your skirt is too short, and black shoes mean loafers, not your mid-calf boots. After school, you will go and buy new things to fulfill the dress code to the letter with no variations."

"I'm wearing what is required of me," I said.

"No. You will be in proper uniform tomorrow or I'll be driving you to and from school and anywhere else you want to go. Your 'baby' will be locked in the garage and you won't be able to get at it."

"Fine. I've got to go or I'll be late."

I stalked off to class. The teacher looked at me and I told him I had already been spoken to about the uniform. He pointed out a seat next to Aaron.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't sit next to him. We got into an argument on the weekend and I don't want to hurt him."

"Yeah, she'll go all Terminator on his ass again," someone called out.

"Alright. Ms. Prestokovich, please take the seat next to Mr. Garwin. Maybe you can get him to pay attention."

"I'll try, sir."

I climbed the stairs and sat beside Reid. I pulled out my earphones and worked it so that they couldn't be seen by the teacher. I slipped one to Reid and put the other in my ear.

To look like we were taking notes, we doodled. Reid would write little questions and I'd answer. He asked about my name.

"My real name is Anastasia. My parents were from Ukraine. My older sister, Sierra, was born there but myself and younger sister were born here. Sierra changed her name from Svetlana but I kept Anastasia as my legal name but go by Dee."

"Younger sister?"

"Longer story. Tell you later."

Literature class finished and we headed off to the cafeteria. I was introduced to Caleb (Sarah's boy), Pogue, and Kate. I past Tyler Claire's number and told him to call her. Reid offered me his blazer to cover up but I wanted people to see me like this.