Okay, this chapter might be a little short and maybe a tad bit weak in quality but I needed to post this. It's currently 2.32am in Fife, Scotland and I need my bed since I've had a busy day.

Good news for Supernatural! The show was awarded two People's Choice Awards, for Favourite Drama and Sci fi/Fantasy, beating Vampire Diaries. *fanfare and confetti parade* About bloody time too!

There are ten reasons why I hate school. One, it's the fact you have to get up early everyday to get to the damn place. Two, is that it's so repetitive and boring. Three, the food sucks. Four, is that the day moves so slowly to the point you wanna dive out of a high window. Five, gym class is like ethnic cleansing if your different in anyway. Six, it ain't Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and if it was, things would be more fun and interesting. Seven, the lockers stink of something that a skunk would spray from it's butt. Eight, your not allowed to wear hats in class which is really annoying. Nine, the teachers are a constant pain in my neck who bleat and scold me relentlessly. Finally, number ten, the other kids. I'm so socially awkward and weird looking, which obviously makes me a target for bullies.

Ha, bullies. I've been battling with bullies and mean kids since I started kindergarten back when I was five years old. I ain't afraid to stand up for myself. Ignoring them isn't always the best strategy as it gets tiring after a while, to the point when you can help but lash out. It happens with me all the time.

My genius brother thought it would be good to send me to school after the whole incident involving Dad, a way of distracting me. Frankly, I hated the idea. The school building was modern and clean looking, populated by gaggles of kids wearing the latest fashions and trends. Now I felt an even bigger outsider compared to these rich kids.

"I'm such an alien" I complained, clutching my old duffle bag close to my chest as I peered out the Impala window.

My brother chuckled at my remark, thinking my misery was amusing. I continued to sulk.

"You don't look like an alien, you look like my little sister," he replied with an eye roll. "C'mon you'll do fine. I see you at three, okay?"

Fine, whatever. With a curt nod, I exited the car moodily. Last time I was at a school was a month ago, resulting in me coming into contact with a demonic kid who pushed me off the school roof. It still amazed me how I survived with only a brief concussion and not a broken neck.

The journey to the main office was awful, as the eyes from the other kids scanned me in distaste as if I was some foreign object.

After a brief introduction with my no nonsense teacher, Ms Williams, I had to abandon my baseball cap within the foul locker I was bestowed. The class I was placed in was no better, after explaining myself to the other kids, I could hearing comments and snickering floating around the dull and depressing atmosphere. Ignoring the criticisms about my upbringing and appearance, I slumped into my chair, propping my arms onto my allocated desk.

Class droned on slowly, to the point I wanted to smack my face repeatedly off the desk, or the two girls behind me for that matter. Whilst Ms Williams lectured us on how to solve some math problem, I could hear them giggling about me.

"Do you see that rat's nest she calls hair?" commented the first sugary sweet voice, her tone laced with spitefulness. "You think with all the stores they have now, she could find some clean clothes without holes or tears."

My fingers curled around my pencil, threatening to snap it as my knuckles flushed chalk white.

"You think she ever heard of a brush," remarked her bitchy comrade, her tone just as nasty. "Or a shower for that matter?"

The pair spluttered with muffled laughter as I briefly glanced over my shoulder at them, giving them my famous scowl to which they sniggered again.

Lunchtime was no better. As usual, I isolated myself by finding a quiet spot in the school yard, which was between part of the walls in the front entrance of the school building. As I kicked at the masonry brick work, I heard laughter and chatter coming in my direction. It was the two girls in my sixth grade class, the curly blonde haired one holding a can of soda in her right hand. The girl with jet black hair narrowed her gray eyes at me, clearly turning her nose up at me.

"Where did you come from anywhere, a dumpster?" asked the blonde cruelly.

"Yeah, just go back to where you came from," added the raven haired bully. "You don't exactly fit in here, in case you hadn't noticed."

I don't wanna be here anyway, I could only roll my eyes in an attempt to shrug them off. Scoffing, I ventured through the gap between the walls and ventured out into the open and away from the two girls. Man, I really hated this school. I had just spent the last few hours being mocked and looked down upon by my teacher and fellow students.

Removing my baseball cap I scratched the back of my head only to freeze when a sudden torrent of soda poured onto my scalp, drenching my hair and shirt collar.

"Hey Alyssa, do you think if I keep doing this she'll grow any bigger?" cackled the blonde haired girl as she continued to tip the content of her soda can onto my head. "She could use with a shower too."

The scowl on my face returned as I stood under the down pour, picking my moment to react.

"Oh Clara you are cruel," tittered Alyssa, swooping her gold curls over her shoulder like some pop diva. "But that's what makes it all the more hysterical."

The bitches just laughed once they tossed the soda can away, pointing and shrieking at me. Swallowing, I placed my baseball cap back on, twisting it to the left side. Hell was gonna break lose. I am the pre teen Hulk.

Alyssa squawked in surprise as I dived at Clara, yanking her hair as I tackled her to the ground. Clara squealed in protest and outrage as her perfect pink blouse was getting smeared with grass and mud stains, her raven plaits coming undone as I tugged at them. Alyssa tried to defend her fellow bully, screaming at me whilst attempting to prize me off Clara as we wrestled on the grass. I was not losing this battle, I could take them. Victory was in my clutches, that is until the ogress Ms Williams stormed onto the scene which ruined everything.

A three day suspension was my punishment for fighting. In my defense I didn't start it, because I don't recall dumping Mountain Dew on my head. Yet, nobody believed me. Why would they, I'm a kid from a small poor dysfunctional family with behavioral problems, so why should the adults believe me. My own brother even had his doubts when I was interrogated by him once arriving back at the motel.

"What the hell Christina?" Dean yelled abruptly, glaring down at me. "One day, you couldn't last one day."

Aw hell, now I was gonna get it. I never ask to get picked on. Frightened, I kept my head down yet that did little good.

"Look at me dammit!" he shouted, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "What am I supposed to do with you Chris?"

Dunno, military school might work.

My puppy dog eyes and explanation then rewarded me with a comforting hug from my brother and a gentle scold about how fighting doesn't get you anywhere, how it only leads to more trouble and that you can hurt yourself and others. Stuff I've been told for over six years, time after time. Leopards can't change its spots as the saying goes. The main factor about why I hate school so much, I just hate being the outsider. I hate being alone.

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