School is being a real pain in my arse recently hence the slow progress. I apologise. Anyway I would like to thank those who have given me reviews so far but I would like more. I really appreciate it. FYI I'm not all knowledgeable about the American school system and this school is fictional, just to make it easy for myself. Anyway enjoy Part One of Three. Once again the only character I own is Chris.

Chris is sent to school were she is meets another little girl, the mysterious Ruthie. But is Ruthie all she seems?

Kid's Will Be Kids (Part 1)

"But Dad!" I whined in protest from the back seat of the car "I don't wanna go to school!"

"It's only for a week Chrissie," insisted Dad looking over his shoulder at me, "Just suck it up and behave yourself."

I pouted "Yes sir"

Dad gave me a smile and tugged at my baseball cap "That's my girl."

I sighed and crawled out the car and threw my rucksack over my shoulders. I managed to tweak a smile back but I still looked miserable none the less.

"Dean will pick you up at 3. Wait for him here" instructed Dad.

"Yes sir" I droned.

I watched Dad drive away and scowled. I hated school. It wasn't the lessons that bothered me. It was the kids and the teachers. The kids treated me like some kind of freak and the teachers just picked on me. I looked towards the school building and let out a moan as the bell went. Fourth Grade here I come.

I sat in the office when the Principle showed up. He was dressed in some god awful monkey suit and he was reseeding at the hairline and he was ages with Dad by the look of it.

"Ah you must be Christina, I'm Principle Anderson" he beamed at me shaking my hand, "Welcome to Cransdale Elementary School."

I nodded and gave my best attempt at manners "Nice to be here. Even if it is for a week."

Principle Anderson smiled "Yes I'm aware of your situation and that you are most home schooled but we can ensure that you will get the best education while you are here."

Oh boy I thought to myself sarcastically as me and Principle Anderson walked down the locker corridor.

I was then led into a classroom and there was the awkward silence as all eyes fell on me. I must I have been like E.T landing in the middle of register to them. I felt and looked the total outcast. I was wearing my long sleeved white shirt underneath my hooded short sleeved shirt and I noticed I had a small tear on the knee of my jeans. My sneakers were dirty and scuffed and my bag was old and battered looking. Not to mention my baseball cap. I wasn't like normal kids. That much I knew.

"Check out the new kid" whispered one curly haired black girl.

"What a dork" sniggered another.

"Fourth Grade this is Christina Winchester and she will be in this class for a week before she has to leave again" announced Principle Anderson.

"Is she a gypsy or somethin'" said some loudmouth punk with a buzz cut.

"Travis be quiet" barked my new teacher Mrs Malone.

Travis slouched back at his desk and I shot him daggers. I wasn't the piece of trailer trash in this classroom. He smirked at me. Great I had just met my new bully. One in a long line. I could take him though. He was small fry compared to some of the others I've dealt with.

I sat at the desk facing the window and I glance around to see the girl next to me grinning at me. I raised my eyebrows.

"What?" I said in a hissed whisper.

"My name's Ruthie," she said her dark eyes shining, "Mrs Malone says I've to show you around."

"Thanks but no thanks," I replied turning away "I don't need help."

I was then warned about wearing hats in class and was ordered to remove my baseball cap. I grunted and shoved it under my desk. I had only been in the class five minutes and I was already getting picked on. Typical I thought.

As Mrs Malone bleated on, scarring the blackboard with chalk as she went, I was aware of Ruthie watching me. I frowned and tried to concentrate. I had to keep a low profile and not to draw too much attention to myself. I'd get in trouble otherwise, from the teachers and Dad. Ruthie pasted me a note, carefully out of site of Mrs Malone. It said:

This is boring. Can't wait for recess

I smirked and nodded at Ruthie. Maybe she wasn't that bad after all. I felt kinda bad for snapping at her earlier. Her offer didn't sound so bad now. If I was left alone I'd be prone to cause trouble. By means of starting fights. Mostly against bullies. In defence against myself and others. I pasted her my own note:

Me too. This lesson stinks.

Ruthie smiled and we then continued with the lesson. I'm academic when I want to be but most of the times I feel like there are more important things in life. Saving people from chaos and death appeared more interesting and life fulfilling than learning about the Alamo and fractions. I was a hunter. In training that is but my life was set. I didn't need a college degree. There was no point. Still Sam thought otherwise.

The class erupted with glee as the bell sounded for recess and we all filed out into the playground. I looked around to see kids my age playing and laughing with friends. I envied them in some way. I wanted to be like them so bad but I knew that would never be the case. So I sat alone near the oak tree that overlooked the playground. Ruthie then appeared suddenly before me. "Travis is picking on Mickey again," she pointed out, I looked and noticed the bespectacled Mickey being shoved by white trash Travis. She added with a smirk "You should teach him a lesson."I sighed and shook my head "Nah. I don't wanna get in trouble for fighting again."Ruthie pouted then whispered "I dare you."I was taken aback. Ruthie was dressed like Little Bo-Peep and she hardly looked like the type to stir things. Her dark plaits dangled over her shoulders and her eyes grew hard."Unless you're chicken" she added with a hiss."I ain't chicken," I said in outrage standing up and marching over to the bully, "You watch."Turns out Travis was stronger than I thought and I ended up receiving a shiner. Mickey smiled at me in sympathy before Travis yanked him away. I slugged back to Ruthie with my pride slightly wounded. Ruthie was grinning."I don't know what you're smiling at?" I mumbled, "It's you're fault I have this shiner.""No it isn't" replied Ruthie sweetly "You got involved. What is your Dad going to think?"" Balls!" I groaned touching my bruised eye gently, "I'm is so much crap. I was told not to get into fights."Ruthie shrugged "Who cares what he thinks."I was about to reply when the bell sounded for the end of recess. I thought I was weird but there was something about Ruthie that appeared weirder. She had this spark in her eye and she would always be there whenever I turned around. Yup. Ruthie was one freaky kid. Hell I should stay away from her I thought as Mrs Malone began our English lesson. We were told to write a report on our family and what they mean to us for homework. Great I thought to myself with mock joy as I slouched forward in my chair before Mrs Malone cautioned me again for wearing my baseball cap in class. The rest of the lesson was spent reading Charlotte's Web until we moved onto the science lesson. What a load of garbage. An hour was spent on talking about something called Photosynthesis. Personally I couldn't give a shit but I forced myself to listen. I prayed the day would speed ahead but lunchtime was approaching. I knew were I was heading then. The library. To hell with lunch, the school food was crap but it was still nothing compared to the shit they gave you in hospital. I would just find myself a corner and just wait until lunch was over. Hopefully Ruthie wouldn't find me. I managed to find myself a quiet spot in the back of the non fiction section. I hid there for maybe about half an hour before I pulled out my English textbook and scrawled "My Family and Me by Chris Winchester" and I paused for a second. I thought I heard a noise. It sounded like a giggle. A haunting one. I screwed my eyes shut and begged that it wasn't who I thought it was. I was right though. I snapped my eyes open to find Ruthie staring at me square in the eyes, her face up close to mine."Found you," she said in a hushed whisper, a creepy smile spreading across her face, "You can't hide from me.""No," I sighed with irritation clutching my textbook to my chest "I can't. Where the hell did you come from anyway.""I have my ways," she smiled sitting on her rear end and crossing her legs, "I think it's fun."I raised my eyebrows and started writing again. I could feel Ruthie's glare burning into me. I looked up in annoyance. She grinned."What!""Nothing""Stop staring at me then. It's creeping me out. Ain't you got better things to do than bug the hell outta me."Ruthie looked hurt "I'm sorry."I felt an ass then "Look I'm sorry but I just feel uneasy with all your staring."Ruthie let out a small laugh "That's just me though."I nodded and scribbled down my first paragraph which read:"My name is Christina Mary Winchester and I was born on May the 2nd 1991. Me and my big brother Sam share the same birthday in fact and my eleventh birthday is in two weeks. Sam said it was the best birthday present he ever got when I was born. He left for Stanford University last month. I now live with my Dad and my other brother Dean. I don't have a Mom. She died when I was a baby."

Ruthie stared at me in wide eyed curiosity "How did she die?"

I was startled and offended "It's none of you're businesses."

I then stood up and grabbed my bag-to be honest there was no point in me getting a locker-and I fled from the library.

I slammed the door of the toilet cubicle and put the lid down and sat on it with my feet curled up. I hated the fact that I never got the chance to know Mom and deep down I have always blamed myself for her death. Everybody was so happy before I came along and ruined everything. A single tear slid down my cheek. I hit the side of the cubicle with my fist in anger and more tears fell. Get a grip I said to myself. You're a Winchester. Winchester's don't cry. I sniffed hard and composed myself before I opened the door and stepped out about ten minutes later. I washed my face and when I looked up in the mirror I let out a yelp as the reflection showed Ruthie standing right behind me.

"Jesus!" I gasped "Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" she asked, her head cocked like a boxer puppy.

"The whole appearing and disappearing thing," I said "It's freaky!"

Ruthie just tittered and turned and walked out of the toilets. I stared after her. This was going to be a long week.

The rest of the day flew past after that and soon everybody was spilling out of the building, heading home. I scanned about until I caught sight of the Impala with Dean leaning on the hood. He noticed me and gave me a wave. I ran over to greet him.

"Did ya have a good day squirt?" he asked with a smile.

"No," I replied bluntly gazing up at him "It sucked ass."

"Fighting again?" he added taking note of my black eye, "What have we told you."

"It wasn't me. It was some asshole wailing on a nerd" I insisted "I got the way."

"Whatever," smirked Dean pulling my cap over my eyes "Get in the car."

I climbed into the front seat and just as we both buckled ourselves in we both jumped in fright. Ruthie was standing right in front of the Impala.

"Who the hell is that?" asked Dean looking at Ruthie then me, "You know her?"

"That's Ruthie" I stated simply.

"Why is she just staring at us?" he questioned.

"She does that. It's her thing" I said as Ruthie made her way to Dean's window. She tapped on it gently.

The window was rolled down and Ruthie gazed at Dean with her dark eyes. Dean shifted in the seat and clear his throat.

"This must be you're brother" said Ruthie, her eyes still on Dean.

"Yeah" I said nervously.

She then looked at me again "Goodbye Chris. Until tomorrow."

I gulped and me and Dean exchanged awkward glances "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

When we pulled out of the school I could still feel Ruthie's presence. Hell she scared me. There was something definitely wrong with Ruthie.

Ohhhhh what do you guys think of Ruthie. What do you think is wrong with her? Tune in for Part Two for more creepy staring Ruthie and a possible explanation of her behaviour. Please Review this story!