A lone car pulls down a deserted stretch of road along the Wisconsin countryside, looking out of place in the desolate marshes. Rain falls hard, blurring everything and quenching the thirsty brown grass. Halley Fischer takes a break from counting the fading yellow lines and looks around the car, tears pricking in her eyes at the loneliness she feels.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Halley's PoV

There used to be a time, long ago, when they would all be here. When we would be a family together, and laugh and talk...hell, even just sit in a comfortable silence. But that's gone now...I'm not good enough for them any more. Just because I'm a little different now than I was then, they shipped me off to an English boarding school run by surprisingly Nazi-like nuns. I mean, aren't nuns supposed to be, like, holy and all that? Or, at least nice?

Whatever. And after being trapped in the British countryside with a bunch of girls named Muffy, I'm in real need of some brain-cell-usage. But, alas, that probably won't happen either, because I get to sit and listen to Daddy's new eye candy talk about Gucci and Prada. Please, as if I really care. I spend my entire time at boarding school in a uniform, and when I'm home I usually wear jeans and a tank top. So, needless to say, I spend my time hiding from the various skankily-clad blondes running through my household.

And I never even get to see my mother. She got Hannah, and dear old Dad got me. Not that he cares enough about this lovely package of daughtery-goodness- no, he sent me off to my first boarding school less than a week after he and Mom split. No big...not like they ever really cared anyway. They pretended to...you know, the whole 'bring your daughter to charity events and give her pretty things and it looks like you love her' method.

But now everything's different...I've always been superstrong and able to do stuff that no one else can. But now? Well, it's more. It's stupid, I know, and maybe I'm playing up so that I can pretend that my being in the world affects something more than my trust fund . Sometimes I like to pretend I'm special-I know, childish, but I really just want to be noticed. All my life I've been the weird girl, the one that people don't remember, or maybe it's that they don't want to. All I know is, I'm sick of being ignored.

Hell, I'm sick of everything. But I can't change it. Mary, my bestest friend in the whole world, says that I can. She's the coolest girl- a wicked Wicca, listens to great music, and loves watching cheesy movies like Spice Girls at 1 a.m. And I usually believe her. But on the subject of me? Well, that's something that no one's ever been able to figure out- apparently I'm quite the stumper.

ah, and the huge house hidden in the hills rolls into view. Hell, sweet Hell... I just have one question for whoever chose this spot for my house- why the hell Wisconsin?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Deserted road, Southern Wisconsin, Aiden's PoV

Why did I have to be the one to pick up the girl? I mean, really, I know that it's a big job finding the 'other chosen one', but god, Wisconsin sucks! It takes forever to wait for all the cows in the middle of the road to move. I guess some must have gotten out after the Pulse. Woo hoo, lucky me.

I don't know how I'm gonna break it to this chick. I mean, she's lived her whole life in the lap of luxury, and now she's probably not going to want to move to a Post-Pulse Seattle. Ugh...what did Max and Alec send me into, anyway? I mean, I know that they're blinded from, well, everything with their newfound love for each other, but me? I'm just the sidekick, the one who doesn't do anything. I'm the guy who stands there and looks hot. I'm definitely not the one for the job. Love...it just gets you confused.

I bet if this situation had come up a month ago, when Max and Alec were still pretending to hate each other, then I wouldn't have had to go. Max would have told her herself, leaving me free for an easy job like sentry duty. Well, at least now I don't have to worry about my legs cramping up from sitting in a watchtower all day.

I roll over a hill, momentarily taken aback by the sheer enormity of the house. Oh, yeah, she's definitely not gonna want to go away from here. I drive by brand-new midnight blue Ninja up a path through the woods, knowing that they won't let me in unless I'm scheduled to arrive. Which I'm kinda not. So, I scout out the backside of the house, where I know her room is from blueprints I've memorized. No sign of life. This is gonna be a long night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Halley's PoV

I walk to my bedroom, happy to be home. What can I say? I missed my room, and all of the workers. I bet life is dull around here without me. Ooh, and with Dearest Daddy's ever-present parade of Barbie-esque girlfriends, I really pity the workers in our house. Yeesh!

The giant white 7-foot-tall double doors swing open as of their own will, and the two butlers from behind them immediately take my bags, setting them in my immaculately clean closet. Oh, yeah, Maria definitely cleaned while I was gone. But then again, what else is there to do around here without me?

You see, I am definitely not a neat freak by nature. I like organized chaos, personally. I think that it describes my life a whole lot better, personally. I don't mean to piss and moan all the time, but it's just hard. I know, Vague and Self-Pitying statement of the year award, right? Tell me about it.

I push the huge glass French doors open and wander about my balcony, sitting on the ledge and dangling my legs off. You know, for as much as I say I hate where I live, sometimes I like it. I mean, the views are great, and I can usually be alone all by my lonesome, very angsty self. God, I need to stop brooding. It's really not good.

Maybe if I just, like let it all out, I would feel better. And with Mary in Switzerland on a skiing trip, I have no one to tell anything. I guess the Swiss resorts aren't too keen on cell phones, damn them. So, one last resort. I open my mouth, and let out all of my frustrations in a bloodcurdling scream. See? All better.

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A/N: hey everyone. I know, this is a really sarcastic and broody fic, but I figure that every teen writer needs to write an angsty fic to let out their frustrations. Sorry if you think this is too sarcastic or whatever, but it won't be as much so as it goes on. Give me any criticism or things you think I should add or change to this story, and I'll listen.

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Molly Jeane :D