I hope you guys like this chapter. And because I don't feel like doing the disclaimer; Damian is going to do it for me.
Damian: Tt. I can't believe I got blackmailed into this. Hex Enchantress does not own DC Nations. Thank goodness she doesn't because it would be hell.
You're a little prick Damian. Now, while I think about ways to piss Damian off in the story, you can read the chapter.
Tori Wayne POV
The morning was quiet as I walked down the empty halls of Wayne Manor. It was early in this morning, so early the sun wasn't even up yet. Nobody but me and Alfred were awake. Well, Bruce might be awake, but for all I knew he didn't even go to sleep. Anyways, I was eating breakfast in the dining room with Alfred making sure I ate while preparing the other's meals.
You see, it was very easy to have an Anorexia relapse. This being said, everyone still made sure I ate something so I didn't have another relapse. So in the mornings, Alfred always watches me while I ate so he knew I took my pills and ate instead of giving my food to Titus like I did when I was 10.
I ate some of the scrambled eggs on my plate and dreaded the thought of going to school. Being the god-daughter of Janet Drake didn't make me a big target for bullying, so I was left alone when I lived with Janet. Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne however practically put a big red target on my back, just like every other Wayne child. Me being Bruce's only daughter gave me an even bigger target then my brothers, making me miserable.
"Are you alright, Mistress Christina?" Alfred asked suddenly. I broke myself from my thoughts and nodded.
"I'm fine, Alfred. I just need to think some things over." I said with a small smile. Another thing, I never told anyone I was being bullied.
None of my family knew that I had been made fun of, harassed, and teased to the point that I just wanted to break done and cry. Damian didn't even know. Keeping him from finding out had been hard, but not impossible.
Damian didn't have one single class with me, in fact, we never saw each other at school once. That being said, he wasn't stupid. Which made keeping the secret from him frustratingly hard. I finished my plate and put it in the dishwasher. "I'm going to start walking to school, Alfred." I said, standing up and grabbing my backpack.
"Very well, Mistress Christina. I assume you will walk back, then?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah. I have something I need to do at the library after school, so there's no point in holding you up." I said, walking out of the dining room.
I walked out of the manor and smiled as the sun began to rise. The walk wasn't very long, but I enjoyed it. It was like the peace before the storm.
When I got to school, I went in through the back and walked to the library. Most would see it as breaking into school, but the librarian pulled some strings and gave me some keys to the back so I could help her sort books in the morning. "Hi, Mrs. Jennie." I said as I walked behind the librarian's desk.
"Hello, Tori. Have a good morning?" She asked, smiling at me.
"I guess. How many books do we need to reshelf?" I asked, trying to get the topic off of me. She nodded to the 5 carts filled with books. Good thing I got here early, huh? By the time school opened its front doors, all the books were already stacked and I was walking towards my locker. Sadly, that where most of my school trouble starts.
"Whats up, Wayne?" A high obnoxious voice asked tauntingly as I took out my history book.
"Nothing Ashley. Can you please leave me alone today? I'm really not in the mood." I said, shutting my locker close. Ashley was the star of the cheerleading team, and a complete snob.
Since birth she got whatever she wanted, when she wanted it, however she wanted it. I was the only one who stood up to her in the entire school. Some called me brave for it, other said I was stupid. But how could I be stupid when I skipped a grade level and Honors classes? "Oh please, why would I let up just because you're a little tired?" She asked with a sneer.
I stuffed my books and papers in my backpack and walked to my first period. The great thing about being in Honor classes, Ashley wasn't in them. The only reason she was here was because her dad paid for her to get here. I got into Gotham Prep for my brains and a surprising art talent that I had. That didn't stop Ashley from harassing me when she felt like it. "Hey, I'm not done talking to you." She said, sounding mad. Good.
"I am." I said, pushing through the crowd of teenagers to get to Honors science. Most days I wasn't like this, but the mess with Conner not even knowing I like him, realizing I didn't really like Red X, I was exhausted and mad. Why did guys have to be so confusing?
I went into my class and saw Ashley try to follow me in out of the corner of my eye. "Your not in this class, Ashley. Please leave." The teacher, Mr. Simons said, blocking her from getting in. Mr. Simons didn't like me, but he hated Ashley even more than me, so it worked out.
I felt her glare at my back, and smirked inwardly. Maybe I've just been hanging out with Jason too much, but pissing her off just made me happy. I sat in my seat and waited for class to start.
The first couple of periods went by quickly, each one involving a lecture of some sort. Science's lecture was mostly about cells, Math lecture was about algebra, history's lecture was about how we were all stupid and she couldn't believe we were in honors, and English was about how we should start reading Frankenstein. So yeah, a normal day at Gotham Prep.
I walked through the cafeteria and started walking out to the football field. Don't confuse me with those girls who liked to watch the football players though. For one thing, the football players didn't even play during my lunch period. 2nd, I didn't like eating in the cafeteria. It was always too loud there and it wasn't like I had any friends to sit with.
I sat under a tree next to the field, and started eating my lunch. Some how Alfred knew if I ate my lunch or not, even if the lunch box was empty. "Hey who are you?" some asked from behind me. I turned around to see a girl about my age with brown hair, black/brown eyes, and tan skin.
"Tori. Who are you?" I asked, scooting over so she could sit next to me.
"Alex, I just moved here." She said, setting down her own lunch. I nodded. It was easy to tell since she didn't have a Gotham accent.
"I can tell. Don't like the cafeteria?" I asked, biting into my sandwich.
"Nah. It's loud and that bitch Ashley is acting like a... well a bitch." She said with a smile.
"Yeah, she's a spoiled brat. What made you move to Gotham? And what scholarship do you have here?" I asked curiously. Nobody moved here unless they had a relative, and scholarships here were hard to get.
"My mom has a job here, and it's an art scholarship. Full paid." She said, eating an apple.
"Really? I'm in art too. I can show you to the art room if you need to." I said, finishing my sandwich.
"That would be great. I haven't seen it, and it's my next period." She said, tossing the apple into the trash. I nodded and lead her to the art room.
Alex looked around curiously at the entire school, trying to remember as much as she could in her first day. "So, what do you like drawing?" Alex asked, breaking the silence.
"I dabble in a little bit of everything. People, animals, plants, furniture. Sometimes I paint, but I prefer drawings." I said with a shrug. It was a truth. In the manor I got a lot of practice in for drawing. Furniture was always there, different kinds in each room. There were also a lot of animals in the garden that I got to draw. I tried to draw Titus once, but he wouldn't stay still.
People was something I was very good at drawing, though. Leads needed a suspect, and I could draw whatever a victim described. That particular talent wasn't something that was needed, but it was definitely one that was welcomed. "Cool. I'm good with clay and origami. Basically anything you can sculpt." Alex said with a smile. It was obvious she liked talking about art.
"I've never been good at that stuff. For some reason clay just doesn't go the right way when I try to make anything. And origami is frustrating when you can't get it right." I said, shaking my head.
"That's what most people say." She said with a finally made it to the art room and she looked around the art room amazed.
"Well, they put the funds to use, that's for sure." She said, looking at a drawing.
"Yeah, they did. The art, drama, and music get a lot of the funds since a lot of the equipment needs to be fixed." I said. She nodded, and looked at another picture with sad and understand eyes.
It was a drawing I did. It was of a caged Red Robin singing to a shadow figure that had a scowl on its face. "Who drew this picture?" She asked quietly.
"I did. The assignment was to draw or make something that represented a question. Mine was 'why does a caged bird sing?'." I said, looking at the work that showed my past. The Red Robin had a few feathers fallen in the cage, there was no water, no food, but the cage was made of perfect gold and a beautiful perch with fancy engravings. It was a lot like how I lived in Drake Mansion.
"So why does a caged bird sing?" She asked. I saw her eyes, and I knew she knew the answer.
"Something tells me you know why." I said, looking the picture over one more time. It was going to be submitted into a drawing gala held by the museum of art. They were getting the best pictures, paintings, and sculptures in all the schools and it was included. She nodded and I sat in one of the chairs.
"You should sit. Class will start soon." I said to Alex. She nodded and we waited for class to start. Maybe I finally found a friend in this hell of a school.
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