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Dictionary:

Suzzupy- What's up

Shway-cool

Yuppie- yup

Drobe-clothes

Lappy- Laptop

b I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

You're living in the past it's a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do

And that's what I'm gonna do

An' I don't give a damn about my bad reputation b

I smiled as I got into gear. This is the way life is suppose to be. Loud music. Dark clothes. Screw politics and popularity. You only live once. use life to its fullest. In just an hour or less I'd be gone. Off to Hogwarts 7th. Escaping the torture of Petunia. Escaping live.

b An' I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

An' I'm only doin' good

When I'm havin' fun

An' I don't have to please no one

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation b

The mirror shows only me. The me I love. Black boots with metal décor. Black skirt to ankles with black tights under. Black tank top with dark gray tee shirt under. Black gloves that went up to my elbows with the fingers cut out. Black scarf. Black make up. Black nail polish. Red hair in rebellious high ponytail and green eyes that were quickly covered by my fragile wire sunglasses. Uniform code? Never heard of it.

b I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

I've never been afraid of any deviation

An' I don't really care if ya think its strange

I ain't gonna change

And I'm never gonna care

Bout my bad reputation b

As I walk down stairs I happily take the key to my flame red Volvo. Ignoring the ass of a sister I have and the crap of a brother in law I have gained, I quickly packed my truck into the trunk. Bags in back. CDs, Me and the cool breeze in front. Bu Bye house! Hello Platform 9 ¾. Hello freedom. Hello friends. And hello Head Girl privileges. Stopping off 20 blocks away I pick the first of my group. Kathy 'Bitch' Melendez. She smirks at me and I at her. It's all good. Unlike me she goes out of her way to be shway rebellious. From the black miniskirt to the black jeans, black kick ass boots, black long sleeve, black fingerless gloves ending at the wrists and black makeup. Her blue eyes hidden to similar sunglasses and her blonde hair had gotten blue highlights this summer.

b An I don't give a damn bout my reputation

The worlds in trouble There's no communication

An every one can say what they want to say

It never gets better anyway

so why should I care bout a bad reputation b

As we get to station we put our bags in trolleys and shrink the car into a key chain. I could clearly here people talking about us. But then again, while they think we're freaks. We think they're the psychotic ones. What idiots. Basing their lives on others thoughts and focusing only on themselves. We who where black are constantly mourning. Mourning Over there deluded brains that is.

b I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation

You're living in the past it's a new generation

An I only feel good when I got no pain

An that's how I'm gonna stay

I don't give a damn bout my bad reputation b

"Suzzupy?" I turned smiling. There stood Jacob Hobbs. The 3rd member of the Goth Squad Punkers. Green dyed hair and perfectly cool gray eyes. Black drobe like the rest of us. Black baggy jeans with all sorts of pockets and metal clasps. Black long sleeve with KORN written on it. Bicker gloves and head phones hanging around his neck. So Shway its scary. "Come one, we can chill in the head girls domain." Smirk. They really like doing that.

"Where's Calvin?" I asked as I switched a glance with Kathy. Calvin's the new guy. He came last year. Seeing as he was dark, he got put in our group. There was only one issue with that guy. He doesn't know when to say quits.

"He's waiting for us on the train. Come on." We follow Jacob who leads us to the front of the train. Where Calvin is leaning on the door looking smugly. It was obvious he was up to no good. Again.

"Come on, lets enter before C dude gets in trouble." I say as I open the door and walk in. The group follows me. We quickly take a compartment next to the window, the door still open. It wasn't till after we sat that I noticed we weren't alone. In the compartment across from us, were 4 guys. And they were staring at us. Like we had 3 heads or something. What creeps.

"I think you have the wrong compartment." Says a boy with messy hair. He was smirking at us. "If you would kindly move, that seat is saved for the head girl and her friends. You know, the popular crowd." You think I'm gonna stay here and take this bull? Whoops! Guess not.

"My, My. Aren't we a bit over conceded. Apparently you got it wrong. Now if you would kindly turn away from my friends and I, it would be greatly appreciated." I smirked evilly. Before digging in my pocket and pulling something out. "I wonder what this is? Oh wait! Its my Head Girl Badge." Jacob, Calvin and Kathy snickered. "So If you don't mind, bugger off to hell or where ever you psychotic prisses go." Saying that I turned to face Kathy. " SO, back to what we were saying before that idiot rudely interrupted us before the interim of our conversation. I brought my Lappy incase we need interest. You know, the casual. DVDs, Internet access, CDs." Can You Say Bitch of the month. Thank You, Thank you, I'll happily take my award now.

"Your head girl, eh?" I turn to face a boy who looks strangely similar to the one I dissed out. Except that he had glasses. "I'm Potter. James Potter." He gave me a grin that said 'Love me, I am so full of myself'. I quickly rolled my eyes at him before taking my bangs out of my eyes. It took me 2 years but I finally was able to perfect them. I have one on each side of my face that goes down to my chin and curves around the eyes, and one that goes in-between the eyes to the top of my nose.

"Yeah, what ever. I'm Evans." Normally I would have said a witty insult. But I'm to lazed out from attempting to converse with my friends to do so. I mean, god, I've been trying to talk to them and these people can clearly see that. Yet they feel the need to interrupt every 5 fucking seconds! Can you Involuntary Issues! Or maybe their to slow to realize I don't want to talk to them.

"Evans? No first name?" The James guy asked coyly.

"Its Evans to you sleazebag." replied Kathy as she took out black nail polish and started to work on her nails. "Call her by her first name with out permission, and die a fiery death in hell. A slow, fiery one. Where you can feel the heat burst through your skin. And your intestines slowly shrivel up from dehydration. And then you'll feel the flames as it enters your head and burns the peanut sized brain you have." He stared at her before slowly backing off. Of course, That's when I noticed the blonde boy. What do ya know? Its Remus! My old public school chum!

"Suzzupy Remy?" He smiles at me and switches compartments to talk to me. "Guy's this is Remus. Bud back from public school. he ok on the shway meter." James glared at me. Not the glare that said 'grr-I-no-like-you, but the grr-you-stole-my-friend kinda glare. Take no prisoners, show no demand. His twin friend wanted war, he got it. Extra challenging.

" I haven't seen you for years Lily. Has Petunia been awfully dreadful to you again?" The 3 people I shared my compartment with nodded. They had all been over my house 5 times at least. "Think of it this way, by the end of this year, you'll be independent in soul and physically." Yuppie, just like Remy to say that. Thank god his demon friends hadn't turned him into the deluded side.