Anyone else think Cherise is incredibly petty and mean?

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"FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT!"

A loud, obvious series of calls made Daniel roll his eyes just as fear washed through his stomach, making his blood feel lighter. He hated violence, but like any other teenager, he followed the calls of his people and found the fight as it was unfolding. A Massive guy, built like a young Andre the Giant only blonder and way handsomer, was wailing on a much smaller (Though still pretty tall) black haired boy wearing a neon orange shirt. Both were red faced and neither were really good fighters, it was all rage and a desire to hurt.

"That's attractive." He couldn't help but snort as the idiots around him chanted them on, leaving him more and more annoyed. 'Please don't bleed, I can't see the blood.' The mere thought of blood, squirting from their noses or lips or knuckles left him breathless and weak. He turned and marched away, not wanting to vomit on his new classmates. 'Exactly what I needed to see for my first day.'

Done with the troglodytes, Danny moved away from the hall. It took a little effort to slip by the writhing mass of bodies chanting, but slowly he managed to get himself away. He followed the signs on the walls of the admittedly beautiful school, eventually finding the first class of the day. English!

'Why exactly do I have to take this class? I am already fluent and I read like forty books a month for the sake of Hera's Frigid Tits! Meh Problem solving and critical thinking Meh!'

Rolling his eyes, Daniel sat in the third row, just far enough to be away potential spit and close enough to see the board fully. Stupid class or not, failure wasn't exactly something he was interested in. He had earned his way into the stupidly high class school through blood, sweat and an aching wrist ( CURSE YOU TESTS AND YOUR PAPER BODIED EVIL!).

It took about ten minutes ( Two past the last bell) for everyone to finally reach class, and two more minutes for the teacher to crawl in.

'Good Gaia, what the hell is that?' Ancient and clearly evil, like the Gorgons of old, was a women who radiated hatred for all things under the age of six hundred. Why the hell she was a teacher was beyond him? She was looking at them all like a carpenter would termites or a botanist aphids. A nuisance that needed to be stomped out with complete and utter impunity.

"Well, what are you waiting for, where is your homework!" It should have been a question, but her words were sharp and cruel, a command with no room for error or disobedience. A Stampede was unleashed as they rushed to obey her, many almost tossing their work onto her desk. "Who are you?" Her eyes found him, like a hyena eager to devour a particularly annoying male.

He shivered a little. "Daniel, Daniel Schmidt. I'm a new student, today is my first day."

Her ugly eyes narrowed, fixing on him closely before widening with hateful acceptance. "I remember, I got an email on you. Didn't mention you were a Yankee."

"Wait, that Yankee thing is actually real? I thought It was regulated to old movies and books." He cringed at the flair of anger, and a mentally backtracked. "We are all the same, aren't we? I mean we are all humans, so why add separations that only hurt instead of help. I don't plan on being any different then any other student really." He shrugged, barely masking his own fears.

A snort from the back echoed in his ears. "All Human... now that's a good one."

That several people, mostly the richer and more uptight looking students actually snickered at his stupid comment only added to Daniel's confusion.

"Detention if you speak to me like that again." With a sneer, the bitch started the least informative and most grating class he had ever had the misfortune of enduring.

'Go to Saint Richards they said. Best school in the state they said. You'll be given so many opportunities' and references they said! Full of shit, all of them... this place is hell hole, a gilded cage with the monsters on the inside.'

He hoped that this would not set a trend for the rest of his day, less his time at Saint Richards, but if the looks on the other kids' faces said anything... it definitely would.


Seven Hours Later

"Hey Devon." Smiling at his sort of kind of foster father, Daniel kept a fake smile on his face. The man, one of the facilitators in the group home courtesy of the New Directions Foster system, smiled back at him eagerly. Sitting firmly in his swivel chair, typing away on his laptop, the older man looked the very definition of busy. Still, as per usual, the man swiveled around and gave him an exasperated, fake happy look. The kind of look that said that he cared, but only because he got paid for it.

It was a look Daniel was far too familiar with to be comfortable.

"How was school? Was it anything like the broachers?"

It was impossible to not smile, even if he was utterly miserable. Courtesy demanded that he lie, and so he did. "Beautiful and very educational."

"I'm glad you like it! Not everyone can past that entrance exam! A Ninety seven and without any studying" He gave a scolding look, clearly disapproving of his laziness. "That is something to be proud of. None of the others have ever passed that test, and almost half of the kids have tried!"

Sighing, internally only, he nodded. " I know. I can't wait to visit the library. I've run out of books... anyway, I got homework already so... I'm going to get started. See ya at dinner." Desperate to be alone, he all but ran to his room, glad that his school got out before his awful foster sister. The sweet click of his bedroom door was practically blissful.

The memories of his time at Saint Richard, of the rampant bullying and abuse filled his already aching brain. It was almost scary, just how frequent it was. He was only grateful that the most frequent bully ( A Moron named Stone) was on thin ice. Apparently the idiot was part of the fight he had seen earlier. That alone made it easy to blend in and hide from the rest of the people.

'And here I thought this might be different... ' Sighing out a level of his frustrations, he turned on his side and began his homework. After popping on some music from his mp3 player of course. He wasn't a barbarian!


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This wasn't much, I know, but I think it does a good job of setting up his normality.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.