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Author of this chapter: Kennedy

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It's been a few days since me and Miss Nancie had our small fight. Sadly things then turned for the worst; we fought more than ever, louder and nastier. Then came my last football game to cheer at for the season. I knew my parents weren't there but I couldn't help but to scan the crowd to see if they would for once in my life pleasantly surprise me. We got the crowd going with our cheers and stunts and we actually won the game! It was a great night and I had to go home to a bitch while everyone else got to have fun. Oh course, I was grounded from all our fighting and I was just tired of everything.

The next day I awoke to find myself, once again, alone as Miss Nancie left me a note on the counter in the kitchen that she was out to get groceries. I did my morning routine and changed into Miss Me jeans, a cheer hoodie, and tan UGGs. Throwing my hair in a messy bun, I ran out door skipping breakfast. I headed to school like normal, it was just another day for me.

Walking into my first period class I sat in my seat in the way back with all the other cheerleaders and "cool" kids. They all greet me and started to jabber about last night name and the latest gossip.

"Lexington, you're so pretty how did you do your make up today?" Leah asked.

I did my bubbly giggle, "Leah, you're way prettier!" I smiled, my bling tooth sparkled brightly.

"Oh shut up!" Leah laughed. Waving me away, in mock modesty.

"Hey Ryan, I think your losing your hotness with those glasses on. NERD!" I smirked at him and he playfully stuck his tongue at me. The typical conversation of this group floated around me.

"Steven, did you hear about that party?"

"Hey babes, look who got a solid six pack?"

"No way! Lexington has better abs then anyone!"

"No, I got those boots at Coach."

"God you're an idoit…"

"That's so fetch!"

"I'm going to get her wasted."

"Hell yea!"

All of these conversation were going on and it gave me a headache. We all laughed and talking and I felt the eyes of the other students envying us. It came with the territory. Be the center of attention and other's have to be on the sideline. It's the way it worked. I had learned that in the very beginnings of my "popular" escapades. I had to admit I love all of the attention I get on a daily bases. We were all talking when the bell rang followed by the intercom coming on.

"Hello students of Ridgewood! This is principle Mark and I have the list of the students competing for the title of prom queen and king. As we all know our prom is coming up soon and it will be a grand time. Now, here are the top four boys running for prom king; Brad White, Leonardo Smith, Ryan Bass, and Victor Hitch. Cognates to these gentlemen," He paused. I could hear the sound of paper shuffling over the intercom. Meanwhile, Leah grabbed my hand, bouncing with excitement.

"This is it!" She exclaimed, giggling loudly only to be shushed when principle Mark started speaking again.

"Now time for the ladies. And we have Leah Rose, Lexington Dove, Taylor Hopps, and Echo Roamino. Remember everyone, vote for who you want to win the crowns by Friday. Go tigers!" Then the intercom clicked off.

Suddenly all the "cool" kids cheered at who got voted to run for the crown and smirked at those who were "losers." Didn't surprise me one bit that I was up for the running. I have been up for queens stuff since freshmen year. However, I giggled and bragged just like everyone else. It actually made feel better, I was for once heard and always around other people. Never alone.

"Hey Lexington, Ryan is throwing a hot party friend to celebrate our votes. It will be so fetch-" Leah started to say before I stopped her.

"Don't say fetch, you just sound stupid." I bluntly told her.

"Whatever, look we need to go shopping together for the party. Oh, and we have to bring those Vodka gummy bears you make!" We both giggled as we were excited for Ryan's party. Ryan's party were always pretty amazing and I just wanted to have fun. It was always that typical party where only the cool and semi cool people were allowed to go while the rest had to wonder at just how amazing it was until it's all the cool and semi-cool people can talk about that following school day. I knew there was a problem, though.

"Leah ,I'm grounded remember?" I sighed.

"Then sneak out," she said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. Which, I guess it was. This wouldn't be the first time that I've left without Miss Nancie's knowledge.

"True, I could, it wouldn't been too hard…" I smirked. I pretend to thing about it, weighing the pros and cons, then just laughed. "Ok, count me in!"

Later the night I made sure to take an extra-long shower knowing Miss. Nancie would fall asleep waiting for me to get out. Once she's out there's no waking her up. I stepped out and quietly snuck into my bed room. I threw on a small red party dress and matching heels. Tossing my hair in an up do I smacked on red lipstick. I looked in the mirror and looked like a model.

I appraised my looks for a moment. I knew I looked good. I knew I was good looking and that it didn't take must effort to get to look like this, but a part of me loathed how I look, just because of what I knew in me that my parents had graced me with. Like my mom's eye shape and my dad's skin tone. But I shook those thoughts away, I wasn't going to let this ruin my night.

I slipped off my heels and threw them in my bag. Can't sneak out in 2 inch heels. Opening the windows, I stepped out onto the fire escape. I had done this too many time, I could do it with my eyes closed. Although the rational part of me naturally was against that seeing as I could fall and break my neck and never cheer again. Which was so not an option for me.

I silently left my building. Now for the scary part: using the dark alley as a short cut. I slipped back on my heels and walked through the alley with my head up high. If I don't look scared and weak no one will mug me here. I hoped. However, I did run near the end. Paranoid at what might be lurking in the shifting shadows. After a few blocks, I reached the party. Loud music, flashing lights and people spilling out into the front lawn. I walked in and everyone cheered.

"Hey everyone, the party bitch is here!" Tony shouted.

"Whooo!" I shouted back, giggling.

I was joined by my friends and we danced. We talked. We did the same old, same old. I was on the inside dying of boredom. People would kill to be at a party like this, but not me. I would rather been watching TV or having a hot bath. But I had to keep my image up. I decided to have some wild fun.

That is, before all hell broke loose.

It all started with a twerk line. It ended up being a competition but sadly I lost. I don't have the butt for it. I then remember playing chicken in the pool. How I got into the pool? That wasn't so clear. Then I remember doing jello shots with Brad. Ugh, I know I will pay for that later. I just kept drinking and drinking. I wanted to clear my mind, I wanted to forget. Just forget everything. I laughed, danced, and then it was black.

"Hello!" A high nazzeled voice spoke to me. I then felt something poke me hard on my head. "You alright there?"

I slowly sat up and open my eyes. I looked around confused.

"…. who slipped drugs in my drink?" I snapped, holding my aching head.

"No one did…" The voice responded flatly, unmasked disapproval practically slapped me in the face. "You ok? You know you shouldn't drink sweetie, it's not good for your health."

I turn slightly to find an all-black tall figure with a skull face and white cartoon gloves looking down at me.

"Am I dead…?" I asked softly, very confused and scared.

"Well, I am the Grimm Reaper but no, you're not dead. I'm Lord Death! Welcome to the Deathroom. Oh, I been waiting to meet you! I can't say I've met a lot of bow and arrows here at the DWMA." He tapped his cartoon hand to his chin in thought, as if searching his memory. After a moment, he shook his head. "Nope, not a one."

I just stared at him with my mouth open. What was going on?! Lord Death just stared back at me. We stared for a long drawn out moment until he poked me and that's when I tried to bite his finger.

"DeathChop!"

Lord Death took his hand and harshly hit my head with the flat edge by his pinkie finger. I covered my head and cried out, "ow that hurt!" I stood up and glared at him.

"Hey, you can't hit me!" I jumped at him trying to bite his hand again. He sighed, taking one hand and picked me up by the back of my dress. I threw a fit."Let me go!" I tried to break loose of his grip. "This is abuse! Help!"

He just chuckle and held me higher.

"Lord Death, don't taunt the new students," A pause and a snicker. "Although, this one is quite up to the challenge." A man with red hair walked in and smirked.

Lord Death nodded and finally sat me down again. "Oh Spirit, you take away my fun."

"Ok, what's up with this? What's going on?" I demanded, smoothing out my dress.

"Alright just calm down, we will tell you everything." Spirit said calmly.

I sat there and listened as the told this tale about this magic school I would be going to, because apparently I can turn into a bow and arrow. This is the stupidest prank there was. I didn't even listen to most of it. I just wanted out of there. After listening to him, I rudely said my goodbyes and found myself back into my room. My head hurt as to how exactly I ended up back in my room and what just happened. I had a horrible headache and just wanted to sleep. So that's what I did, crawled into the bed and just slept.