A/N: Disclaimer: This is not a fan-fiction. This is original work. I take full credit for this piece. I am the protagonist and this is a worst-case scenario of when I first arrived at this boarding school I just transferred to. I really enjoyed writing this. I wrote a similar piece, same basic storyline, before I came here. But now that the school year is almost over, I re-wrote it to fit the school.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Rated T for a graphic bloody scene in the 3rd chapter.

I sit on the cold brick stairs, reclining against the flower box. My brownish red hair hangs loosely around my shoulders. Green eyes dash across the tattered page of an overly used hard cover copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban. Lost in a world of fantasy, I can't see the pages or words in front of me, but the world they portray.

I barely notice the prissy, gossipy girl waltz up and sit next to me. She crosses her legs like she thinks it makes a difference. I try to ignore her, but she blows a big gum bubble.

"Can I help you?" She's pulled me out of my reality and I've plummeted into a world where I don't belong. She sucks her gum back into her mouth, making smacking noises and breathing a hot, fruity smell my way.

"What book is that? It looks real old." She reaches up and strokes her brown hair as if to say look at what pretty, long, shiny hair you don't have.

I look up at her and she stares back blankly. "Do you really care? I highly doubt it. You probably don't even know who I am, much less care about what I'm actually doing. If any of your friends walked by right now, you would deny ever even talking to me." She frantically looked over her shoulder, as if she was nervous about being caught doing something illegal. "I am ashamed to a part of the same species as people like you. So if you would kindly go on your way, I would appreciate it. I want to get back to my book. Have a nice day."

I turn my head back to my book, and watch her out of the corner of my eye. She finally gets what I said and slowly stands. Sauntering off, her hips sway more than natural. She walks past a tall boy wearing all black. She says something to him that I can't hear. She passes him and he flips her off behind her back. I smile in his direction, but he's too far away to see it.

Out of the mood to read, I close my book. I adjust my floor length skirt and watch the crimson sun drift past the trees for a moment. Subconsciously I watch the boy. He looks up, brushing the long black and red highlighted hair from his eyes revealing the black eye makeup contrasting beautifully with the bright red lipstick. His black hooded sweater reads "MCR" in dripping red letters. The chains on his tight black pants jangling with every step he takes. He looks at me and I realize, with a twang in my stomach region, that I'm openly staring at him. I turn quickly to run up the stairs and trip over my high heeled boots. I swing my hand out to break my fall, and he grabs it. In one swift movement he pulls me onto my feet and I fall into his arms. His warmth overpowers me and I bask in his embrace. He releases me and my eyes snap open.

"You okay?" He asks, taking a step back.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." I manage to stutter out. He hands me my book and flashes a lipstick stained smile. I return the favor, "Thanks again," I say.

"No problem. But if you're going to wear those sexy boots, you're going to have to learn to walk in them. Be careful." He gives a small laugh and winks at me as he strolls to the boys' dorm. My legs feel hot and threaten to give out from underneath me. I reach out for the door handle and open it slowly. I close it behind me, rip off my boots, and take the two flights of stairs two at a time all the way to my room.

Don't worry, this story is complete. No cliffhangers but for as long as it takes the next page to load!