AN: This is where I start off with Kearney. I have no clue why I'm writing this, but, yeah. I'm the author here!! Kearney's character was not my own creativity, and I have to thank Live-eviL-07 for her imagination. I hope I can make Kearney something you can be proud of, Megan.

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She was a swirl of red curls and ankle length skirts. She looked down the halls nervously, hating to be surrounded by these kids. She pulled her pouty red lips into a smirk, put on a cold front, and trudged down to her assigned locker. Her doc martins slapped against the floor as she pounded her way through, her green skirt flowing around her legs.

She stopped at her locker, placed her bag on the floor, and paused. Her eyes widened as she continued to stand there like an idiot. Beside her, someone rushed by, skidding to a stop in front of the locker next to hers. The other girl's blonde hair caught up to her, the locks flying to her back. Her hand flew across her lock and tugged the metal door open.

The blonde stopped and glanced at Kearney. She grinned. "You'd think that after a week here, I'd get used to having to come back to my locker during classes for my other books."

Kearney nodded solemnly. She didn't want to be here at all! She just wanted to go back home, back to Ireland, back to her mom and brothers. Furiously, she flipped back her red hair. She banged her fist on the metal locker, trying to open it.

"Do you need help?" The girl next to her asked softly. "I'm Marquette, by the way."

"You're not from around here, either," Kearney said, looking up at Marquette. Marquette gasped at Kearney's multicolored eyes--the left being blue, the right green.

"What gave it away? My accent, or my dislike of this place?"

"Both. My name is Kearney Hayes. I just moved here from Ireland." She hoped the blonde really didn't have to be told that she was Irish.

"Cool. So, do all you Irish high school kids punch your lockers open, or do you need some help?" A smile easily spread across Marquette's face.

Kearney smiled, too. "Oh, no. This is the best way to open lockers. Ever try it?"

"I actually enjoy having skin on my hands," Marquette laughed, taking Kearney's sarcasm in stride.

"Then help would be great."

Marquette held out her hand for the locker combination. Kearney handed it over, and as fast as she had opened her own, Marq had Kearney's open.

"Well, my job here is complete. What class do you have now?" Marquette asked after grabbing the books she needed out of her own locker.

"Biology," the red head replied.

"Ugh…Let me see your schedule," Marquette commanded. Kearney handed it over and Marq looked over it. "Well, we have algebra together, and English."

"That's good, right?"

"Mmhmm."

Kearney smiled. She hardly knew Marquette, but felt as if she did, as if she had for years. Marquette felt the same way, from the moment she had seen Kearney's eyes.

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Kearney twisted the ends of her sweater, wishing now that she hadn't worn it. It was becoming uncomfortable. She slid down in her chair, not paying attention to the teacher with the droning voice.

She didn't even want to be here. But, no…Her parents just had to…and her brothers…Her father just had to leave them, just had to send her mother over the edge, just had to force her older brothers to send her to America to live with their grandparents. They told her that they just couldn't take care of her anymore. She'd be better off in Los Angeles, they said.

She twisted the chain of her dragon medallion around her finger. She hoped the bell would ring soon, and she could get out of here.

After another awful twenty minutes, the bell finally sounded in her ears, and she hurriedly jumped out of her seat. She grabbed her books up and headed towards her locker. She paused at the lock, still unsure of how to open it. They didn't have lockers in her old school back in Ireland. She glanced around her, wondering if Marquette had already left. She closed her eyes and searched inside of the dark locker, calling the shadows together to push the door from the inside. It clicked and swung open. She threw her books inside and ran out.

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"Grandma, Grandpa, I'm home!"

Kearney ran upstairs to her room, not bothering to hear her grandparents' responses. She slipped of her shoes, grabbed the book she had been reading, and headed out onto the roof.

The area her grandparents' house was in was pretty much secluded, despite it being in L.A. She loved it out on the roof where no one could bother her. She opened the book and started reading.

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Celeste sat across from her niece. Her own blonde hair was wrapped up in a scarf, unlike Marquette's, which lay spread across her lap.

"How was school, Ketti?" Celeste asked. She folded her legs under her, her suit pants clinging nicely. Celeste was such a pretty woman, not bothered with the mandates of normal life. She had no husband, no boyfriend, and no kids.

"It was…School was school, Cel. I guess I'm getting used to the whole civilized socialization thing." Marquette grinned, making a joke of her childhood.

Celeste smiled back, glad to see that the pain of her parents' deaths didn't hurt as much as they used to. "Made any new friends?"

"Actually, yes. Amazing, isn't it?"

"Of course not. You're beautiful and charming. You get it all form me, of course. My brother had the charm of a zebra..."

"Oh, of course, Celeste. Um, do you believe in meeting someone, and you suddenly feel like you've known them your entire life, maybe even longer?" Marquette asked nervously.

"Well, there are cases of meeting someone you knew in a previous life. Why?"

"There's this new girl at school, and it feels like I've known her."

"That's interesting. What's she like?"

"I don't know much about her, but I do know she hates being here, and that she's from Ireland. She has a crazy sense of fashion, but it's cool. Her name is Kearney Hayes," Marquette said.

Celeste raised an eyebrow, frowning a little bit before her smile came back. "Hayes. I've heard that name before."

Celeste contorted her face in thought as she played with her dangling earrings. Marquette watched her aunt, then yawned a cat-like yawn, still curious as to what that frown had meant.

Maybe Kearney is a Daughter, too, she thought with a chuckle. That would be an amazing coincidence.

Coincidence or not, it was strange. Reaching over, she grabbed the phone and dialed Serena's number.

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Kearney yawned and pulled up her hair into a ponytail. Marquette slipped into the desk next to her, a smirk on her face. Kearney glanced at her, wondering wear the blonde had come from all of a sudden.

"Having a bad day?" The red head asked her.

"Something like that," Marquette muttered. Of course, it was actually a bad night. Her visitor hadn't been there, and she now suddenly felt empty and alone. It had been so long, longer than ever before.

"I can't quite place your accent," Kearney said, trying to start a conversation to get Marquette's mind off things.

"I'm from Egypt."

"Egypt?" Kearney sound astonished, and, actually, she was. That wasn't exactly where Kearney had thought. Marquette smiled at that.

"Yeah. It was cool. I really miss it," she reminisced.

Kearney smiled knowingly. She, too, missed her home. "Do you have any siblings?"

"No," the blonde said with a laugh. "My parents were always so busy. They didn't have time for another child. I kind of always wondered if I was a mistake. How about you?"

"Two older brothers. You're lucky. With being an only child, I mean."

Marquette opened her mouth to reply when the teacher walked in. "Okay, class. Today, we will…"

Marq ripped out a sheet of paper and quickly wrote something down on it. She passed it over to Kearney.

Do you know me like I know you?

Kearney furrowed her eyebrows at the question. She felt the same?

Yeah. It's weird.

Okay, now that we got that over with, we should hang out. How about tonight?

Okay.

Great! Do you know where Planet Bang is? I'm going with a few of my friends. How about it?

Okay. I could find it. What time?

Around seven.

I'll be there.

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She glared at the house. It was perfect. The whole damn neighborhood was perfect. Man, she hated that. Destroying her life wouldn't be enough this time. She wanted to destroy her for good. And then her friend, the one that cost her her spot in the Inner Circle.

She'd get them both this time. "You better watch out for yourself, Jessimar. I'm coming for you."

She took a final drag of her cigarette, then tossed it on the ground, crushing it beneath her boot, giving the house a final glare.