Right, first off I'd like to say to all my reviewers from the first chapter, thanks for reviewing even though it was really short. And to the guest reviewer Kris'TINA, thanks for the kick up the lazy ass ;-) I haven't updated because I had an exam today that I've been revising for, and I had a few problems at home which are still in the middle of getting sorted. Anyways, thanks for your patience and feedback. Hope you enjoy chapter 2. I changed this to A is for Angel because I've changed the other to the Intro as it's so short.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bully or any of the content of Bully. I only own my OC.

A is for Angel

Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. She sat bolt upright in the back of the car, the soft leather seat sticking to her legs, pinching her skin. Her face showed passiveness, but her insides disagreed.

She was confused, tired, sad, angry, happy. She felt lonely, asnd she hated it. Her parents were talking animatedly in the front seats of the vehicle, smiling, waving their arms excitedly, talking about how great this school was, how lucky they were that her Father's brother was the principal, and they seemed a million miles away from her. It was supposed to be a prestigous school with the top notch behaviour, perfect for their little Angel.

Despite all of the brightness in the front of the car, the girl in the back remained silent. It was always like this; parents making decisions for her. She didn't want to go to this new school, she was fine at her old school. She had good grades and good behaviour, and she had friends. Friends that she didn't want to leave behind.

Friends that didn't give her a second glance when she left.

Okay, maybe not so good friends. I guess I knew deep down that they all hated me because of... Stop, don't think of that! They were all snobs anyway, I hated that private school. But there was always the others. No, don't think about them, they're not important anymore. They're probably the same as everyone else.

Something in the car gave a healthy squeak as they pulled up in front of the school's gates, and the girl was pulled out of her reverie. She looked up, startled, as her mother and father glanced back to her, somewhat sad looks on their faces.

"I wish we could come in with you, honey, but we have to catch our flight." Her mother said.

"It's okay," The girl smiled slightly, "I know. I hope you guys have a good trip."

Her parents smiled at what they thought was a genuine comment. The girl only felt empty lonleiness, soething she had become accustomed to anyway. They were going on a belated honeymoon- a 6 month trip to who knows where. Everyone that knew this family knew that the parents were outgoing. It seemed like the parents were the kids and their poor teenage daughter had become the parent.

"We'll send postcards to show you where we've been, and when we come back, you have the choice of staying here or leaving if you don't like it." Her father said bluntly, hands clutching the steering wheel tightly.

The girl lurched forward, swinging her arms around each of her parent's necks, giving them a loving but awkward hug.

"I love you guys. Be careful." She said.

Her parents only smiled.

The girl had pulled her single suitcase out of the car, butterflies flitting about her stomach in a swoop of nervousness. The huge gates of Bullworth Academy towered in front of her, intimidating.

A shrill voice interrupted her thoughts, "Evangeline Watts?"

Evangeline jumped, her eyes slipping towards the voice's owner. It belonged to a woman dressed in a slick black suit jacket and pencil skirt, brown hair neatly tucked into rolls at the sides of her neck.

"Yes, that's me."

"Ah, lovely. I am Miss Danvers, your Uncle's fine assistant. If you'd like to follow me, I'll take you to your Uncle's office." She smiled gently, but Evangeline could clearly see that it didn't reach her eyes and almost recoiled at the coldness there. This woman didn't like her. Oh.

"Yes M'am." Evangeline answered, her voice strong although her resolve wavered slightly.

With that, Miss Danvers turned with surprising grace and almost floated in the direction of the office, through the snarling black gates. Evangeline followed after, suitcase feebly trundling along behind her.

The gates slammed shut with a creaking yell of protest.

Evangeline had to admit, the school was grand. The building was pretty and old fashioned, but she couldn't help but feel some sort of dread towards it for some reason. Despite the beauty, she was getting negative vibes off the place. The school seemed deserted, but it was Sunday, and the school year had only started the week prior, so all of the students were probably off doing their own thing. She saw the odd few walking around outside, and each of them gave her an odd look. Even if it was the beginning of the new school year, she was still transferring late; she was a stranger. Although she had heard that a student had transferred in last week, so she wasn't the only newbie.

She was now sat in her Uncle's office, curled up in an uncomfortable and lumpy chair opposite the man himself. As he rambled on about perfect behaviour she noticed how some of the stuffing had been ripped out of her chair and the neatly drawn...Her face flushed. Nevermind.

"But of course your records here clearly show that you will be a valuable asset to this school in the future. I do hope you decide to stay with us once your parents return, Evangeline." He continued.

Evangeline smiled, "Thank you, Principal, I-"

"Please, call me Uncle when there's no one else around." Crabblesnitch smiled. They had already agreed that it would be for the better for nobody to know of their relation so that she wasn't made a fuss of, but Evangeline had a distinct feeling that there was another excuse behind her Uncle's proposition. But he was one of the very few people she could trust, so she went along with it.

"Of course Uncle. I hope I can stay also." She smiled back.

"Well now you have your timetable, your uniform, your dorm room number. I can only wish you the best of luck here at Bullworth Academy." He stood, extending a hand, and Evangeline mirrored the action expecting a handshake, only to be pulled into an awkward hug, "It's good to see you again, Evie."

"It's good to see you too." She muttered. He let go of her, and she embarrassedly manouvered to the door, opening it and ready to walk out.

"And Evie," She turned at the sound of his voice again, "If you ever go into town, there's a pier. Please, be careful around it. You have free periods during Gym class whenever it is swimming, my personal request. Feel free to use any other area of the sports grounds during this time."

There was darkness in front of Evie's eyes, muffled sounds, a huge pressure pushing down on her chest, she couldn't breathe- She scrunched her eyes shut and took a deep breath, "Yes, Uncle. Thank you."

Then she was gone, dropping the formality, dropping the smile, and feeling like a rock was dropping in her stomach.

Evie shook her head. Now was not the time to be remembering things like that. Now was the time she should be getting to her dorm, it was getting late and dark. Miss Danvers had her luggage sent to her room, so all Evie had to do was get there. Which wasn't that difficult as she remembered seeing it on her way in. She headed out of the double doors of the main school building and walked towards the dorm, feeling lost and alone eventhough she knew where she was going.

She sighed as she reached the Girl's Dorm, pushing the door opening and stepping into the warmth. Her jaw almost dropped at the interior. It was all pink. Everything.

Pink wasn't her favourite colour, but she didn't mind it. This however, made her feel like she wanted to keel up and vomit pink. She ducked her head to avoid the pink things (low and behold, staring at the floor runner, in a stylish and different colour of...pink.) and headed blindly in the direction she hoped her room was in. Only to bump into someone and completely wipe them out.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Evie exclaimed, reaching out a hand to help the fallen brunette. She was in a cheerleading uniform.

Wearing that on a Sunday?

Her hand was slapped aside, "Watch where you're going, newbie."

The girl glared daggers at her and stalked off down the hallway. Evie instinctively sent some of her own into the girl's back, snarling slightly.

"That's Mandy Wiles, AKA, Queen Bitch. Someone to avoid if you're aiming to survive." A kinder sounding voice tore Evie from her thoughts.

She turned toward the voice; a firery haired girl leaning against the wall in casual jeans and a simple colour tee. She smiled at Evie kindly.

"Well, I know that now." Evie smiled back.

"Of course. I'm Christy Martin. Your roomate." She stood from the wall and headed towards Evie, outstretching a hand.

"Evangeline Watts. Call me Evie." Evie took the offered hand and the girls shared a gentle but firm greeting.

"Evie..." Christy was almost chewing her name up, "It's a nice name, sounds like you've got a few secrets. I like you. Come on, I'll show you to our room." Christy began walking down the hallway in the opposite direction to where Evie was originally going, hand shoved into her pockets.

I think I could get on with this girl. Trust her? I don't know...

Their room was pretty deep into the dorm, tucked away in a quiet peaceful corner. It was nice, big enough for two people with plenty of space left to spare.

Evie gratefully unpacked her suitcase that was already there and hung her uniform in the wardrobe along with her clothes. It was the simple blouse optional vest jumper, long sleeved jumper, tie and skirt. She had already packed shoes that she could wear for school. She was thinking converse hight tops would look nice, and they were easy to sprint, jump, dodge and climb in.

In the small talk they shared while she was unpacking, Evie learned that Christy was indeed awesome. She liked cool music, liked sports (but cheerleading the most, which Evie cringed at), but seemed touchy around some subjects. Christy found out that Evie like music, sports (but not cheerleading, which was a bit saddening) but seemed touchy around some subjects.

Both girls saw each other as someone who they would possibly be able to trust, though; they had their secrets, they had their flaws, and they could sense each other crying out for help.

"Well, I'm hitting the sack, school tomorrow and all. Your timetable is on the desk over there." Christy, dressed in comfortable looking (but pink, of all the colours!) pyjamas, pointed to a large desh, and sure enough, there was the slip of paper.

"Nice. Do you mind if I stay up a little longer? I have a few more things I want to sort out." Evie asked.

"Sure, just turn the light off when you're done." Christy said, then collapsed onto her bed, rolling into the covers and muttering a quick 'night', which Evie returned.

Evie lifted the last item out of her suitcase. It was a photo frame. The photo made her smile. It featured herself surrounded by about 20 other people, all grinning, all together and all with their arms around eachother. They were all of different shape, size, age and looks, but they all had at least one passion in common. They were a group, a family, and they were the only thing she regretted leaving behind.

"I'll miss you guys..." She whispered, before sliding the photo under her bed's mattress and shoving the suitcase out of the way and under the bed. She was already in her pyjamas from before, so she crawled into bed after turning off the light. She rolled onto her back and instantly regretted it as a searing pain exploded in her body. She hissed and flipped onto her front, gasping in relief.

God Damnit.

Yeah so updates may be slow now due to exams and such. They're my final exams, so they need a lot of time for revision and stuff, especially because I have an interview for college next Tuesday and it's the college I really want to get into so it's really important to me.

Please review this chapter, I'd like to get some feedback and criticism so that I can improve. Fear not! The boys will most probably be in the next chapter!

Also, if you're reading my Fright Night fic, an update is nearly ready for that! So all, as they say, is good.

Wish me luck for my interview! xD