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Author's Note: Takes place in their sophomore year. A few weeks into the school year.

I smiled a little as I stepped out of my car. Eden Hall Academy. A new start in a new school in a new state.

I was about to walk up to the door, as a bunch of kids raced by on roller blades. Almost running me over. One stopped.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Tell your friends to watch where they're going. Unless they want a 'Hit and Blade' on their record."

He laughed and skated off.

I walked inside, to the headmaster's office. I almost bypassed the woman at the desk, who was currently arguing with a man and his son.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Riley, but Dean Buckley already has an appointment to see someone." she said.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"A Miss Lauren Morgan. She should be here anytime now."

"Well, tell the woman I'll offer her 50 dollars if she'll let me see the Dean now."

The door opened, and the boy from earlier, and a few of his friends, came inside.

"I'm right behind you." I said. "And I'm only 16. I can't be bought, either. I've been waiting for 2 weeks to see him. And besides, I get more in a weekly allowance, than what you just offered me."

"I don't care. I need to see the Dean immediately." he said.

"Take a number. Because from the looks of it, I'm before you, it may be a long wait. Pick out a magazine, pull up a hair, sit your annoying, nagging, pathetic ass in it, and wait until I am done." I glared. "May I go in, now, Ms. Stephens?"

She smiled and nodded. "He's waiting for you, Laura."

"I thought you said your name was Lauren!" Mr. Riley yelled.

"It is. Lauren Morgan. Maybe you've know my father. He knows you very well. His name is Seth Morgan. Ever heard of him?" I smiled.

The man went very pale. He knew him very well. My father is a lawyer. A very well-known lawyer. He almost put Mr. Riley into jail a few years back.

I knocked on the door of Dean Buckley's office. "Go away, Mr. Riley. We've already discussed this. Your son has detention for 3 days. End of story."

"Dean Buckley?" I asked, pushing the door open.

"Laura! How nice to see you. Please, sit down. I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." he smiled.

"He's in the other room. I may have scared him a little. I brought up Daddy's name." I said.

The Dean winced.

"Here's your class schedule, dorm room number, and locker number. I have two people that are going to show you around. One will show you around the school today, and the other will show you around to your classes tomorrow."

He buzzed Ms. Stephens. "Please send Adam and Scooter in."

They walked in.

"Boys, this is Lauren Morgan. Scooter, I want you to show her around the school today, and Adam, since you have most of your classes with her, except one, I want you to show her around to her classes tomorrow. You three may go now."

We all walked out.

"I have to go meet my Coach. I'll see you tomorrow, Lauren." Adam ran out.

"Please, just call me Laura." I told Scooter.

"Sure. Where do you want to go first?" he asked.

"My car. I have to get some things, to take to my dorm."

"How old are you?" he asked.

"I just turned 16 a few weeks before I moved here. So I took my test a couple weeks ago, and passed. As a present, my dad bought me a car."

"I see. Well, let's go to your car first then. Then we'll go to your dorm. Then I'll show you around. Sound good?" he asked.

"Yeah."

We went to my car. He seemed a little impressed by it. It was a red Porsche. I opened the trunk and grabbed a couple suitcases. Then shut it. In the back seat were a couple of boxes, and my backpack. Which contained breakables. I didn't want to put them in a box.

"I'll take the boxes for you." Scooter said.

"Awesome. It took me a half hour to get everything into my car from my bedroom this morning. I didn't know how long it would take to get everything to my dorm." I smiled.

We got to my dorm in record timing. I put a suitcase down and opened the door. There was an empty bed by the window. I put everything on it. There were two other beds. One near the door, and one across from mine.

"What sport do you play?" Scooter asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"This is the female sports section of dorms. What sport do you play?" he asked.

"Oh. Hockey. I was on Varsity in my old school. Then we moved here. I think I was told I was going to be put on JV, instead of Varsity. I have to go talk to the coach. Wanna show me where that would be?"

"Sure. He's having practice right now, so I know exactly where he is. Do you wanna change first?"

I looked down. I was wearing a dark blue shimmering skirt, and lighter blue velvet shirt, and a pair of Doc Martins.

"Nah. I'm fine. I'm not wearing dress shoes."

"Ok, then lets go."

I followed him to a ice rink. There was the coach surrounded by the team in the middle of the ice. I wasn't wearing any ice skates, so I didn't want to go out there, but Scooter pushed me onto the ice.

"Excuse me?" I tapped him on the shoulder.

He stopped talking and turned around. "Yes?"

"Hi. I'm Lauren Morgan. I was told to come see you." I said, a little nervously. Everybody was staring at my outfit.

Ok, so I was a little out of place in a hockey rink wearing a formal outfit. Or maybe it was the fact that I was wearing Docs with a formal outfit.

"Oh, yes. You're the transfer student. I'm a little curious, if you played Varsity at your old school, why are you going down to JV here?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"Go see Coach Wilson. He's the guy you want to see." he said.

"Thanks, I think."

"And Lauren, tell him I need to talk to him, too." he called after me.

"Ok. Now we're going to see Coach Wilson." I said.

"We'll wait a half hour. That's when I have practice with him." he said.

"You're on Varsity?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Cool."

He showed me the cafeteria, the stables, and where some of the classrooms were. Then told me about some of the teachers. By that time, it was time to go see Coach Wilson.

He went straight into the locker room, while I went back out to get a drink. When I came back in, the entire Varsity team was on the ice. I recognized Adam, Scooter, and the boy from the office. Other than that, I knew no one.

"Excuse me, Coach Wilson?" I asked.

"Yes. Can I help you with something, young lady?"

He obviously thinks I'm lost. "Yeah. I'm Lauren Morgan. And I --"

He interrupted me. "Yes, Dean Buckley told me about you. You're the new player, right?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, Lauren --"

This time I interrupted him. "Please, I hate Lauren, call me Laura."

"Ok, Laura. I'll show you where to get ready, and get your jersey, then come back out here and we'll start."

I nodded. He showed me the girls locker room, and gave me my jersey. #79. I grabbed my equipment, and got ready. I pulled my hair into a bun and pulled my skates on. Then walked back onto the ice. Coach Wilson was nowhere to be seen.

"Look, little girl, my father may be a little afraid of you, but I'm not. I don't care who you are. But you certainly don't belong on this team." someone slammed me into the boards.

Fucking asshole. He has no idea who he's messing with.

"I'd watch it, bucko. You have no idea who you're messing with. So watch your back."

"No, kiddo. You have no idea who you're messing with."

"Ever heard of Lauren Walker?" I asked.

"Duh. Everybody's heard of her." he said.

"That's great to hear. Because you're looking at her." I said.

His eyes got real big. I punched him in the gut, where the pads don't cover, and he paled in pain

"Don't fuck with me, ever. Got it?" I let go of him and went on to do laps. Everybody staring at me.

"I think you just earned your spot. No one's going to mess with you anymore." Scooter said.

"Good."