This is my first story but yup I've been working on it fora while...I'll put up the first two or three chapters and see if you like it! Read & Review! please!

Oh yeah, I do NOT own Teen Titans or anything copyrighted except the characters I created myself!

Robin-Richard Grayson
Starfire- Kori Anders
Beast Boy- Garfield Logan
Raven-Rachel Roth
Cyborg-Victor Stone
Jinx-Jenna Smith
Bumblebee-Karen Beecher
Aqualad-Garth Brooks
Speedy-Roy Daniels
Blackfire-Katie Anders
Kitten-Kitten Wolf
Terra-Tara Markov

Chapter 1: Rachel Roth

She stood with her arms crossed in front of the giant building. Her light purple hair, cut just an inch above her shoulder, blew gently to the beat of the slow and soft breeze passing by. She wore her black shirt with 'METALLICA' written in white letters, her long grey sweats, and white worn sneakers. She didn't want to go here. Anything but this. Her mother, having just divorced her father, had wanted to send her somewhere else for the time being. It was either that or attempted suicides from deep frustration. She decided that the stupid boarding school for rich snobs was a lot better than a life without a mom.

"Miss Rachel Roth, I will take your bags", a man dressed in a butler's outfit muttered. His accent was purely snobbish.

"Uh…thanks", Rachel mumbled. She walked towards the humungous mansion thinking, 'My life sucks'.

The doors flew open to reveal a giant waiting room complete with a marble floor and staircase, huge puffy white couches, and a yeigh high ceiling that probably went on forever. Rachel shrugged, trying to keep her cool, and walked over to the front desk. An old lady sat behind the computer screen, her old lumpy wrinkles crawling down her face. Her eyes were squinty-like and her lips were a dark purple, and sickly enough, it wasn't makeup. Not that she needed any. Her face was covered in makeup. She had on glasses with big fake pink rhinestones, a feather pen behind her ear, and a pink shirt that exposed too much cleavage. On this shirt was a nametag that read 'Mrs. Nan Poosh'.

"Er—Mrs. Poosh?" Rachel asked.

"Oh! Yes, m'dear?" she said in a snobby voice. Rachel hated her within seconds.

"Where do I find my dorm?" Rachel asked.

"Mrs. POOSH will find you that…hold on", she said getting up. She turned around, knocking her folders onto the floor.

"Whoops! My bad", Mrs. Poosh muttered. She turned fully around, bending her back to pick up the folders, completely burning Rachel's eyes with her humongous bottom.

"Ew", Rachel breathed out quietly.

"What was that, sweetie?" Mrs. Poosh questioned as she sat back into her seat.

"Nothing…my dorm?" Rachel asked.

Mrs. Poosh let out a little sigh as she once again knocked over all the folders. She picked them up herself (much to Rachel's horror) and made her way to a separate room.

"So…you here to go to this school or destroy it?" someone asked jokingly. She turned around to face an African American girl smiling at her.

"Either way, I can help you…what am I saying? Sorry if I don't make any sense. I tend to do that", she said.

"I can see that", Rachel said.

The girl laughed, her two buns bobbing up and down along with the rest of her.

"I'm Karen Beecher, by the way. Your name?"

"Rachel. Rachel Roth"

"Oh! New girl, huh? Your parents make you come here?" Karen asked her.

"Yeah. It really sucks", Rachel said.

"I know it does now, but once you make friends and wear some more pink, you'll fit right in", Karen said happily.

"Two things, Karen. Sorry, but I'm not here to make friends. And I don't do pink", Rachel said. She was shocked to see that Karen was not even smote by these hurtful words.

"Just wait until you meet Kori…oh, yeah! You'll be in for a surprise ride. She's all about being giddy and happy all the time. While you're waiting let me fill you in…", Karen started.

"Miss Roth, is it?" Mrs. Poosh interrupted. Rachel was sort of half relieved that Mrs. Poosh interrupted.

"Yeah", Rachel said.

"Your dorm key", Mrs. Poosh said in a sing-song voice, handing her the key.

"Right. Thanks", Rachel muttered, turned around, picked up her bags, and began walking up the stairwell when Karen jogged up next to her.

"What's your dorm room?" Karen asked her.

"Um…304", Rachel said looking at the key.

"Cool! I'm 311! Right down the hall. I was wondering if ya wanted to hit the club with Kori and me later. You up for it?" Karen asked.

"I'm more of a café person", Rachel said truthfully.

"No matta! C'mon! Please?" Karen asked, almost begging.

"Seriously…sorry, but I can't", Rachel said.

"We're sixteen…at least I am…" Karen said.

"I am, too, but I really don't want to and I can't anyways…Maybe we could just hang out at Starbucks tomorrow?" Rachel asked.

'What am I doing! Meet this girl tomorrow! I vowed to myself I wouldn't make friends!'

'Yeah, but I'm new…it wouldn't hurt! What if I get stuck here!'

'No way!'

'Come on…'

"That'd be awesome! Mind if Kori tags along?" Karen asked.

"Nope", Rachel said. 'WHAT AM I DOING!'

"See ya then, Rae!" Karen said and ran off.

'I am such a moron…me friends with her? When did that happen?'

Rachel just shrugged and walked down the hall. 308…307…306…305…304! Alone at last! Rachel dropped her bags onto the floor, fiddled with the lock, picked her bags back up, and pushed the door open with her feet.

"Um…excuse me? Ever heard of knocking?" a voice said.

This was going to be a long first day.