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Chapter 1. When hell is handed to you what do you do?

Deseray Fate DeLore sat at her desk grading paper. 'I hate my life.' she thought angrily.

"Mistress DeLore, Madam Heritage wants to talk to you." A young girl with amber waves of hair said in a small, week voice.

"Tell Madam I will be there as soon as I am finished." The young girl bowed and was closed the door behind her. 'Great, now I am going to lose my job.' Deseray got up and put the stack of graded papers in their box and walked down the hall to Madam Heritage's office. Deseray took a deep breath and knocked sharply on the door.

"Madam it's me Deseray." She heard a *creek* from the old chair Madam Heritage sat in.

"Dear, come in please." Madam Heritage said. 'I hate the woman's calm voice. She loves to make me nervous. WHY ME?"

"Madam, young Florence sent for me to come here to discuss something. What is it you wish to discuss?" Deseray asked fidgeting uncomfortably with her ring.

"I don't think you are able to… how should I put this… show… your true talent as a teacher here. My uncle said he needed a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Deseray I want you to go there and take that job." Deseray stared at her in disbelief. 'She is just trying to get back at me for all those times I tried to blow her up.' Deseray thought coldly.

"BUT MADAME…" "No buts, you are taking that job." Deseray shook in rage. "FINE. CAROL. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME HERE. THIS IS ABOUT CHARLIE. YOU JEALOUS, BITCHY, OLD COW!" Carol stared in disbelief at her old friend.

"Destiny, calm down." Carol said. Her eyes wide.

"NO, I AM OUT OF HERE." Deseray roared. She stormed out of the office. She went to her old room and packed up her stuff. She changed into her normal street clothes. She wore a black top that was basically a bunch of strings sowed to two pieces of cloth to cover her breasts. Also she wore black jean that were two sizes too big and were covered in silver chains. She had black eye liner on with a shade of deep, dark, red. Her hair was up in a tight bun that had random pieces of hair sticking out to surround it. Deseray's blue highlights framed her face making it glow. Her suite case was filled. 'Great I forgot to find out were I am going.' *nock* Deseray lifted her head and opened the door.

"Tyler… what the hell are you doing here?" Tyler was a short thin girl that had a bad attitude. She dressed like a guy, talked like a guy, acted like a guy, and smelled like on too.

"Carol told me about your out burst." Tyler started to laugh uncontrollably.

"You told her she was cow???" Tyler asked while trying to breath.

"No, I did not." Deseray smile. "I called her a jealous, bitchy, old cow." With that the both cracked up and fell on the floor.

"So ya told her about her true colors." Tyler asked.

"Yes I did. Now Tyler do you know were I'm going?" Deseray asked getting up and looking serious. (A/N: THAT WASN'T A JOKE PEOPLE!)

"Yeah that's why I am here." Tyler reached into her pocket and took out a piece of paper.

"Here." She said. Deseray grabbed it and looked at it. Her face paled.

"I AM GOING TO FUCKING LONDON, TO TEACH BRATS THAT TALK FUNNY!" Deseray looked at Tyler.

"Talk to ya later Tyler. I am off to hell." Deseray grabbed her bag and walked out of the school. 'Good bye school, hello hell.'

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