Chapter Two! AWAY! (is it bad that i just pictured Mermaid Man?) Ok so it's time to meet the kiddies! Me and Quegal (sorry, Quegal and I) each created the characters separately, only to put them all together in hilarity. After this though i will not post until we receive TWO reviews! To much to ask? I sure hope not! On with the story!

Chapter 2

Haley Kite was walking down the hallway, trying to get to her locker before first period math. She finished twisting the dial without any thought to the combination. She pulled out all the books she needed and started to walk to class when somebody gave her a light shove that was enough to make her drop her books.

Haley heard a cackle. "Sorry." She heard somebody mumble the word freak.

"Count to ten, Haley." She said quietly to herself. "One, two, three, four…" She clenched her fists in anger as she picked up her books. Her amber eyes showed her furry. "Five, six, seven, eight…" She started to walk down the hall. "Nine, ten." She let out a breath through her teeth. The school councilor had told her to work on her anger issues. It was a struggle but she didn't want to spend any extra time in detention.

This was the glorious Gotham General, one of the worst schools in the tri-county area. To start, it was a high school, already making it bad. The school was crawling with class clowns, like the annoying Jack, 'affectionately' known as Jack-The-Ripper, popular bitches, like the lovely girl Haley had just ran into, weirdoes from the creative writing class, and science freaks. But, being Gotham, everything got taken a step further. The class clowns' pranks were often dangerous; the bitches were almost all druggies and worst. The school had terrifying punks, absolute crazies, abnormally large jocks, and an almost always full detention hall. The teachers were almost as bad as the students. Yes, this was Gotham General, the worst school in America.

She walked into class and took her usual seat in the front left hand corner, near the window. It was the perfect seat for a girl like her. The teacher usually ignored it but she could count on being picked every once and a while so she wouldn't seem too smart. The window supplied a place to stare at when she finished her work early and she could see the board easily. The class was half full and more students kept coming in. She took a moment to get out her homework and started to doodle a bit on her notebook. She wasn't really good a drawing, being more of a right-brained person, but it was still relaxing.

The bell rang, signifying that it was time for class to start. A teacher she didn't recognize wrote his name on the board. He had short, red hair and deep green eyes. He was relatively tall and had an aura of arrogance around him.

"Good morning class." His voice caught the attention of everyone in the room. It was smooth and powerful. A few of the more ditzy girls in the room batted their eyes at him like he was the hottest thing since Justin Bieber. Sure he was attractive but not enough to cause her to swoon over some middle aged man. It was only appropriate to like people over 18 when you're talking about Johnny Dept.

"My name is Mr. Pierce. I will be you're long term substitute until Mr. Adams has recovered."

"Recovered?" A student piped up in the back.

"He has gone, uh, missing." Mr. Pierce cautiously told them. There were a few mumbles from the students but it was Gotham, so no one was really shocked. "But back to work."

He wrote a long problem on the board and Haley studied it. It was more challenging than most of the problems they put up in the class and took Haley a little longer to figure out. She lazily raised her hand. She heard a few people snicker behind her and mumble something that sounded like 'nerd'.

"Yes, Miss…" He trailed, waiting for a name.

"Haley." She filled in the blank.

"And your question is?" His voice sounded annoyed like he was losing patience with the world.

"Not a question, Mr. Pierce. I have the answer."

"Would you like to come up to the board and show us then?" He sounded bored.

She shrugged and walked up to the board. She took the chalk and worked out the problem easily. "The answer is 32.5." She summed it up and circled the answer. Mr. Pierce looked impressed.

"Alright then. We're going to have a little contest. He started to hand out papers. "Whoever finishes this paper first and get's then all right gets a, um…"

"A homework pass?"

"An extra credit A?"

"Both." Mr. Pierce settled. Some of the students perked up at the sound of the pending prize. God knew most of them could use it. "You may begin."

The class got to work on answering the problems. They were all tricky and some of the stuff they hadn't fully covered yet but Haley was still the first one done. She stood up and handed it to the teacher. He checked it over quickly.

"Pencils down, Haley wins." He handed her a makeshift homework pass. The whole class groaned.

"Come on Mr. P that's hardly fair!" Somebody yelled.

"No?" He asked while raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah! She should be a, like, senior already!" A girl claimed. Haley started to count to ten in her head.

"Give somebody else a chance, freak!" a popular bitch named Anna called out. It was the same girl who knocked her books out of her hands. She stopped counting.

"Oh that's it, bitch, you're going down!"

The Riddler watched with amusement as the girl Haley tackled the other girl to the ground. She would be perfect. Reluctantly, he had to stop the fight.

"Ladies!" He boomed. "Detention for both of you! Class dismissed." He said just as the bell rang. Haley smoothed her fiery red hair, that was very similar to his own, and stood up with a humph. Yes she would be perfect. He could even see her wearing green.

Crane blinked and stared at the girl before him sitting up right in the metal chair in front of his desk. She was smiling with her dark purple colored lips at him care-freely. In her nose was a dark metallic stud and her long jet black hair had two streaks of light purple in the front locks. The wore a lacy purple shirt with the name of some band called 'Evanescence" in bold dark purple print over a dark black tank top. Around her neck and wrist were spiked black bands and she had on a pair of black combat boots over ripped dark jeans. She looked like a punk rocker.

The girl folded pale hands in her lap and he could see dark purple nail varnish on her clipped fingernails. She was also staring at him with a sweeping look, analyzing his being with intelligent grey eyes the color of car metal or street gravel. Her eyes usually sent shivers up people's spines but they cast no effect on Jonathan Crane, almighty god of fear. Crane gazed down at the sheet of council sessions and read her name. "So, Miss Reeds-"

"Call me, Chan, short for Chanel, ya know." Crane raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly.

"So…Chan, why exactly are you being counseled for?" he asked, though her appearance seemed to speak for itself. Chanel blinked, thinking over what could have landed her in counseling over the past year. Was it the fact that she was a freak? Or that she would probably be confined in a cell for a majority of her life? The possibilities were pretty much endless.

"Mrs. Fields says I gotta come here twice a week to get over my…obsession as she calls it." Crane jotted this down in his metal notebook with ease.

"Obsession with what," Chanel smiled and made a 'hehe' sound through her nose.

"Oh, uhhh, I like to scare people and make them cry." She answered nonchalantly as if it were totally normal a pass time. Jonathan cocked his head to the side. Was she being serious? Chanel sighed in boredom and glance at the clock. "Hmm, can I leave early, mister…"

"Mr. Qualm," Crane answered and Chanel rose and eyebrow.

"Mr. Qualm? Can I leave early, I've got a date with the Superintendent."

"Hmm?"

"You don't know? Superintendent Grimm is visiting today to speak at this assembly Robs is throwing. I wanted to welcome him the good ole G.G way. He's a big germaphobe, I'm thinking that if I play like I have a plague and sneeze on him he'll be a ball of mama's boy tears." She laughed with a distant look of contentment. "Oh, man, that's fun stuff."

"Scaring others bring you…pleasure?" Crane asked a bit intrigued and the unusual girl shrugged with a nod.

"Last week, I dressed up like a mutated swamp thing and trampled Mrs. Marshal, the English teacher, and she fell out the window!" Chanel's head jerked back as she giggled in remembrance. "But it's all cool cause she landed in the school garden and only had a bruised buttock. I got suspended for a few days, but hey, it was worth it to hear her scream bloody murder!"

Crane stared at her blankly, as she shook with insane glee. This girl was out of her mind. But she'd be perfect to teach, oh yes just perfect. Again Chanel gazed at the clock and shot up. "Shit! I gotta go, see you….whenever?" she grabbed a handful of tissues from the tissue box on his desk and bolted out of the room and into the hall way with a devious grin.

Alright we introduce to you the group nerd, and the neighborhood psychopath! Alright i know what your thinking "ninjapoke, why are the students so alike their mentors?" Well do you think they would pick somebody who was nothing like them?

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