"Grey, Katlin?" announced the teacher who was seemingly over the age of fifty. He had gray hair, green eyes, which he forced to blink, and a fake smile. Known to the students as, none other then Mr. Pulchick. He was fiddling with a paperclip whilst taking attendance, after ten minutes, however, it snapped. He had one of 'those' classrooms that every teacher hated: The type with over a hundred students. Finally, on the list, came the name: Son, Pan. And so, our story begins on that bright sunny morning, where everything in Pan's high school life, went seriously downhill. Until she met him.

"What's this I heard about Son stealing my boyfriend? Doesn't she have any class? Lower-classmen cannot flirt with jocks; she should be flirting with a computer nerd! Goodness knows her dad is one!" shrieked some girl with waist length perfect beach blonde hair, with pink streaks.

"Well, Katlin, lots of people are like that, I mean, you did get Mr. Perfect. And it's not often a sophomore scores a date with a senior, you know it?" asked the brunette with shoulder length hair that had orange streaks in it. Currently, she was brushing her hair...for about the hundredth time today...

"...How fair are thy hair, and thy maidens strength. For you, a peasant, shall be one of true greatness, and glory. Follow thy will, and thy dreams wilst be granted," said a boy with short black hair. He was quoting 'Denali Mêlées', a writer that no one does a play on. "...Thy heart is great, but thy honor little. Let me bequeath you a heart of pure love..."

"Peasants," mumbled Katlin. Obviously she was disgusted with the thought of him as a prince. A relative of her. That girl everyone ignores. A young girl was walking down the hall. She had shoulder length ebony hair, a tee shirt that read: "To Whom It May Concern", and Jordache jeans. Her nails were painted black, and her lips were a light pink shade. She had a heart choker, a tattoo choker, and a love-beaded necklace. Of course, due to her horrible timing, came face to face with Katlin and Ebony.

"What's this we hear about you flirting with Katlin's man? Do you have permission? No, I don't think so, so lay off the goods, chica. If you know what's good." Added the dark girl with a thick New York accent. Ebony was born and raised in the west side of New York, and moved to Tokyo when her father was assigned there in the Air Force, 92, when he then retired.

"Ebb relax. Why would I want Tyler? He's a jerk anyway. Plus you have no worries, I have a date to the dance, Wednesday. His name is Aaron. Aaron Morre." Mumbled the girl with black hair.

"Look, Pan, we may have been friends last year, but I'm popular now. The times are changing. And I have the hottest guy in school. You jelous, and won't admit it, but it's ok, we understand," she paused and looked at her 'lackey'. "Don't we Ebb?"

Ebb and Kat high-fived. They then looked back at the girl who wasn't intimidated. Pan, however, wasn't sure if she should feel scared, or sorry. No one realized she was tutoring him so he could BE a Jock, no; it was automatically looked at as flirting. And Ebony and Katlin were the biggest flirts in the history of Debase high.

"One chance, woman. You mess up and you gone. Katlin and me isn't afraid to get in trouble. She'll kick your ass, and no one can stop her. So don't even cross her, without expecting to get wooped. I hope you don't have a death wish, girl, cause we ain't kidding!" yelled Ebony. Shaking her fist at the slightly smaller girl.

Pan shoved past the two headed to her Biology class. As she walked past, however, she felt a yank on her hair. Not just a playful one, like Trunks' either, a hair, 'I-mean-business' one. Sadly, the halls were silent. Hopefully no one would see her if there was a fight to break out, her dad, however unlike the other teachers, would understand, he knows how these girls get.

"Ebony, please let go, I'm late for class, and I have a tutoring session afterwards. I cannot afford to miss class again, I know you mean business, but don't kill me now, wait till it's fun." Pleaded Pan, much to Ebb and Kat's dismay. Ebb firmed her grip on Pan's locks and dragged her outside where no one could hear her scream. Katlin went to a classroom, any room, and told the teacher that there was a fight between an exchange student and cheerleader. The teacher, and half the class, was on their feet and outside to see only one of the two girls bleeding badly, holding onto her chest, with her normal perky blue eyes a dull lifeless gray. They could tell she didn't fight back, of course, of her nature she would, but her grades, and future were at stake.

Woah, cliffy! Who won? Who got away? Who's injured? How will the posse of Pan get payback? Find out in the next installment of "Another Story of Another Girl"