Okay y'all. I got demands to get going on this story so I quickly wrote up this chappie. Sorry I haven't been updating. I'll try doing it more often.

Chapter 5

Two days had gone by too fast for me. Luckily I was ready to turn in my story. I sat quietly in my seat waiting for Mr. Scall to collect the papers. "Class, I've thought about whether or not I should collect your stories. My decision is to let you read them to the class." I heard groans coming from all sides of me and I, in turn, groaned inwardly. I wasn't known for my imagination, and I was dreading when I would have to verbally tell my story to the entire class.

"And we're going to start with Rae." I froze as the entire class turned in their seat to look at me (I sat in the back row). Not only did I not like to speak in front of an entire class, I hated being first. If you weren't first, it gave you some reassurance that you could do it- and may give you some reassurance if the people before you were okay, making you think highly of yourself, well, slightly.

I timidly rose from my seat, papers in hand, and walked toward the front of the room. I faced the eager crowd, already shaking. I took a deep, shaky breath and started.

"They say that you should love your parents no matter how big the temptation not to is. But a small girl of seven, living in the land of Noria, didn't even think of it as possible. Lost of everything but a cruel father, the little girl could only dream of friends, a mother, and of course her prince charming.

"Her father was like a demon that towered hundreds of feet in height, one glance would make anyone start shaking in fear. He made her stay locked in her room in the highest point of the castle that overlooked Noria."

I paused and looked at the class. Everyone including Mr. Scall was on the edge of their seats, hanging on to every last syllable I said. It gave me courage and I stopped shaking and continued.

"The little girl by the name of Jasmine desperately wanted to meet friends and leave the land of Noria, but the young princess didn't dare disobey her father, nor had she any place to go. All the people in the world of Thareza knew the mighty king to be a cruel, harsh man- if you could even call him that, and only a foolish person would befriend his daughter."

I continued with the story for what seemed like forever to me. Monique had suggested writing about the team. Maybe I couldn't do that, but no one had any knowledge of me or Raven's past. For all the Teen Titans knew, I just showed up out of nowhere.

I wrote in my story about my escape, my coming to earth, meeting my friends. I had said that I met a group of friends, normal humans with amazing skill in martial arts- no powers. I on the other hand, or Jasmine, had slightly different powers than I do in reality. I wrote how my father came during my teenage years and I had just gotten to the part with my fathers demise.

"Because of the encouragement of her friends, Jasmine had gotten stronger. They didn't give up on her when all her hope was destroyed. They were loyal and stood by her side when she had fallen. Jasmine knew she couldn't let everything she had tried so hard to gain fall through the cracks.

"Shakily, she stood from the ground, the same ground her friends were now laying on, knocked out and broken. She glared at the person she used to call father standing before her. 'You,' she started, 'You are not my father. Fathers are kind. Fathers protect you. Fathers raise you. I was protected by the monks of Thareza. I was raised by my friends. They are my family, this is my home, and you are not welcome here!'"

I had said the exact words I said to my father as I conquered over him. Good thing the others were too weak and out of it to remember. I continued.

"The girl raised her hands and shot a powerful blast, creating a blinding light all around them. After it dimmed and the smoke vanished, Jasmine looked upon her broken father lying on the ground. The policemen took him away to a confinement center.

"Two days after the incident, Jasmine sat at her window of the building she and her friends lived in, watching the sun set. There came a knock on her door and she promptly said, 'come in.' Jason walked in with a shy look playing on his face.

'That was pretty cool what you did two days ago. I never got to tell you,' he said as he sat next to her.

'Thanks,' was her reply.

There was silence for a few minutes. 'Well, I'd better go,' he said, standing up and heading toward the door.

'Okay, see ya,' Jasmine told him. He nodded.

Jasmine went back to looking out at the horizon and couldn't help but think about a certain gr…"

I paused and caught myself from saying green. Luckily no one took notice.

"…golden-haired boy named Jason. No, she thought to herself, my story isn't going to end with a happily ever after. I'm going to be different and not let my story end with best friends falling in love. The sunset slowly turned to dark blue, then black as it became twilight. She gazed up at the stars and smiled to herself. Besides, she thought again, who needs prince charming when you have something even better? Who needs a prince when you attain what you've wanted your entire life? Friends.

My gaze caught the audience's as I looked up from my paper. Some of the girls had tears in their eyes, and even some of the guys were still paying attention. I put my pages in order and waited. Suddenly, like a flood, the applause came rushing in. I smiled as everyone clapped, whistled, and before I knew it there was a standing ovation before me.

"Brilliant, just brilliant!" I managed to hear Mr. Scall yell next to me. The class settled down and I took my seat. "Miss Roth, well done, A+."

He named the next person to read their report and I only half listened. I was in my own world, thinking about the applause. I couldn't believe they actually liked it. I was interrupted out of my thoughts as two notes headed my way. The first one was from Roy.

Wow, great story. I didn't know you had it in you. Now that I heard your story, I'm not so sure about my own story. Say, I was wondering. Maybe you'd wanna hang out tomorrow? Say 7:00?

The second was from Kori.

Hey, wow what a great story! That was truly amazing. It reminded me of someone I knew a while back…but that's not important. Hope my story is as good as yours.

I ran to my dorm and barged in waving around my story.

"Whoa, Rae, you should really knock before you just…"

"I got an A!" I interrupted Monique, but it was important. I NEVER got an A+…just A's.

"That's great!" Monique grabbed my story and read it through. After a few minutes she looked up and said, "This is brilliant! It's like your history!"

"It is!"

She stood there shocked with her mouth slightly open.

"It what?"

"It's my history changed up a bit. Well except the last part."

"Don't you think that's a bit risky? What if someone found out it was about you and find out it's the history of Raven from the Teen Titans? Your reputation would be-"

"Burned and my identity would be revealed for all the world to see!" I finished for her, adding drama to it. "I've heard it before."

"Exactly! What would Robin say if he knew you practicallyhanded out who you were?"

"I don't exactly know. No one would exactly know. In case you weren't paying attention, the last year the Teen Titans were together, he practically lived in his room and concealed himself from the world and the rest of the team! By the way, where's Bridgett?"

"She's in class, but that's not the point. You're probably right, I'm going over my head." Monique grabbed her hoodie and headed toward the door, ready to go out into the crisp mid-November air. "I'm goin' to Sheetz. You want anything?"

I shook my head and she shut the door. I sighed and plumped down on the window sill and stared out into the afternoon. It were times like these when I needed to talk to someone; usually Cyborg. I stared at a tree whose orange and red leaves were falling off, getting ready for the cold December on it's way. I couldn't help but wonder, what would happen if Monique was right? What would I do, if anyone found out I was Raven?

There was also a little bit of confusion in the last chapter. The last sentence was "Then it hit her hard on the head." I was talking about the idea hitting her in the head. You should know what to do.

>C