The Bully's Girl and I

Chapter One

Note: I got the idea for this fanfiction from Marshall Mathers's song "Brain Damage.

It was seven o' clock in the morning. Only one hour left until today's day of the dreaded school began. Mrs. Winner walked into her fifteen year old son's room.

"Come on Quatchy, school starts in about one hour. Get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast," his mom told her sleepy headed son. Quatre yawned fatiguely. He poked his legs from under the covers and scratched the small of his back violently. Ash took his time to crawl out of his pink canopy bed. It was a nice bed with pretty sparkles, alas it was quite, well uh, feminine. Quatre was not in the mood to go to school after such a relaxing summer at home. Oh man, almost time to go to sit in one of those cells in that stupid dungeon (more commonly known as desks in a classroom), Quatre thought aloud. His eyebrows twitched with the thought of it as he quickly abolished it from his mind. "Damn, I wasted ten minutes worrying about something that hasn't even begun yet. I better get dressed, I don't want to be late for my first day of school." Quatre opened the top drawer of his dresser in search of a pair of yellow shorts. "Aha!" Quatre exclaimed when he found them at the bottom of the drawer, under his ugly timber wolf gray bellbottoms his mom bought him as a joke. Quatre slipped into his shorts and grabbed a pair of white socks. He yanked out a white tanktop and a Hawaiian short sleeved shirt that was open to put over it. He jogged down the spiral staircase and over to the kitchen table and sat down. He gobbled down a couple of pancakes and a glass of fresh poured milk. Like the slob that he is, he slid his wrist across his milk mustache and ran back up the stairs to brush his teeth, hair, and to wash his face with soap and water. Quatre peered over at his waterproof dragon clock sitting upon his countertop in the bathroom. "Oh no! It is already seven forty nine!"