Capture 1 - Blamed

Looking at my schedule and at the halls cluttered with students, I realize quite quickly that I'm lost. Taking a few steps forward, thinking I'm heading in the right direction, I paused and headed back, thinking I'm heading in the wrong direction. My eyes franticly searched the crowed of students seeming to pour into their classrooms in a never ending line. Maybe someone could help me if they weren't so busy, but I couldn't talk to any of them when they were passing by so quickly.

Moving forward a group of girls pushed passed and I felt my back press against a cold metallic surface. I glanced to my side to see the cabinets my sister had described to me as 'lockers' in which students stored books and other items into. When the crowd began to thin until only a few students were left scurrying in the halls, I breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps if I just asked a random person that would work, now that no one was around to interrupt, surely it would be easier. I jumped as a metal door slammed closed, and I looked to my left to see a boy standing at his locker. I approached him quietly, trying to smile despite my nervousness.

"Um.. excuse me?" I hesitantly tapped the shoulder the boy with ebony hair who turned to look at me. I couldnt see his eyes since he was wearing sunglasses, confusing me slightly. I thought people normally wore them outside to protect their eyes from the sun? The train of thought threw me off, and the boy seemed to frown at me from my lack of response.

Urr...could you tell me where-"

"Sorry, I cant help you. I have better ways of spending my time rather than listening to a pampered princess."

Princess? I blinked. I was under the impression princesses were the daughters of kings and queens, who were usually beautiful and spoken of highly in story books. But the way he said it and sneered at the word 'pampered' had me thinking twice. I glanced down at my T-shirt seeing in white intricate letters 'princess' Ah, that might be why. I hadnt even noticed I was wearing such a thing, but was I sending the wrong impression out to people by wearing it? Perhaps he thought I was egotistical and thought of myself as royalty.

I was about to apologise and correct him of my status when he pushed past me, knocking my shoulder in the process.

I watched him walk away with a bemused expression. He had done that deliberately. I wondered if what I had written on my T-shirt really was offensive to others that much for them to become aggressive. I worriedly turned away and crossed my arms over my chest self consciously, trying to hide the writing. It seemed coming to another country was full of more complications than I had thought.

I shook it off and decided to find E1 so, deciding to walk down another hall way, I set off in what I hoped was the right way.

Half an hour later, I came to an intelligent conclusion. I'm lost.

Sighing, I tried to swallow the tears that were threatening to spill over. I always was one to get emotional over something small. Great I'm getting so emotional I might cry! Don't! It doesn't matter if your alone down a hall way, lost. Oh my sister was right I am incompetent alone!-

"Ow!" My thoughts were cut off as my behind came in contact with the floor rather sharply, after bumping my head into some thing. Or it seemed as I looked up, someone. Oh no not him...

"Hey watch it!" Said a familiar gruff voice. Who else would it be but the guy who had called me princess. He looked down at my confused expression with annoyance evident in his eyes as he took of his sunglasses to unleash the full power of ice cold glare on me. It had the desired effect on me as I shrank back, suddenly remembering where I'd seen him before.

Such a face couldn't exactly be forgotten easily by a teenage girl, but earlier I couldn't place why he was familiar. But then it came back to me in a flash. Bruce Wayne was the richest man in Gotham and had an adopted son called Richard, I could recall seeing him once in a magazine, his steel blue eyes showing boredom in the photo. I had to admit his eyes were much nicer in real life, even if he was looking at me like I was a mutant covered in green spots. I certainly felt like an alien right then.

"Sorry but I don't know where my class is" I said, a little annoyed that the boy hadn't helped me up from the floor.

"Well, that's not my problem princess" Richard smirked, looking down on me.

"I will be your problem if you keep calling me that."

I knew when to pick my fights, and besides this guy was staring to annoy me with his apparent lack of politeness. I no longer felt apologetic towards him after insulting him with my T-shirt design.

"Whatever." He disregarded me with the wave of his hand. "Just be quiet or get out of here if you don't want to get the blame for this."

Blame for what?

Suddenly Richard grabbed my arm none too gently, and led me around the corner. Our quick footsteps echoed down the long empty corridor until Richard let go of my hand and ducked behind another row of lockers

"This is gonna be the best prank ever, Mr Slade wont know what hit him." Richard smirked, cold eyes flashing in delight. I wondered if he even remembered I was there as he peered around the corner. He then gestured for me to look as he pointed to a bucket on the ceiling facing upright.

I couldn't believe what was happening, why was he being nice to me now? I wasnt aware of why the bucket made him so happy, but I guessed it was because this was part of some sort of game that he was including myself and whoever Mr Slade was into as unwilling players.

Before I could say anything, foot steps were heard coming down the hallway. Richard smiled and peeped around the corner holding, a piece of very thin string. My eyes widened as they followed the barely detectable string up to the bucket which was tipping forward slightly the more the boy pulled it.

I might have been naive, but I wasn't stupid as to what was going on. I had never approved of such pranks, it was dis-respectful to do such a thing, and it was immature. Just as I was about to protest, he pulled the string sharply. A splash was heard, followed by a yell of surprise and then a groan. Looking back to where Richard had been, I realised he was gone leaving me alone when I wasn't entirely sure what was going on.

Just look around the corner, whatever he did I wont get blamed for right?

Wrong. It turns out that the unfortunate person to get soaked was indeed Mr Slade Wilson...the head master of the school. He found me around the corner along with the string, apologising profusely for the accident. Because of my rambling, he took it as guilt for setting up such a prank and in his rage blamed me for his early shower.

Well this sucks, your first day at school and you manege to get lost, and run into a teacher hater that pulls a prank you get blamed for...seriously can it get any worse? Oh yeah...I had to go guy some new T-shirts which would be a painful dent in my allowance.

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Like it? OK its not great but its the start what do you expect! The next capture Kori meets Raven! yay! hope you enjoy and review!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx