3rd Chapter

3 days later

Alex yawned and stretched, throwing back the covers on her bed and looked into the mirror across the room. Her blonde hair was in a low ponytail, so all she would have to do was just put it down and finger comb it. She rubbed her eyes and then glared at herself in the mirror. Today, she had to go to school.

Sure she went to school back when she lived with her dad, but her grades sucked and she hardly ever showed up to class. And besides, her style of dress and sarcastic attitude got her singled out at school.

She sat there for the next 5 minutes just thinking about how much she did not want to go to school.

There was a knock on the door, and in came Dean. "Come on. Time to get ready for school. We need to fill out your paperwork and stuff."

Alex just stared at him.

"What? Why can't you just pretend to act like a normal 12 year old and just go to 8th grade?"

"I'm in seventh Dean." Alex said, her voice bored.

"Whatever. Just get dressed and ready and down in the kitchen in 10 minutes. We need to get there so me and Sam can get everything filled out."

Alex rolled her eyes at him, and threw a pillow at the door when he left. Then, a smirk came across her slim face. She didn't want to go, but she could have fun while doing it.

She got out of bed and walked across the room to the mirror, and took out her makeup. She took out black eyeliner and rimmed her deep blue eyes with it. She blinked and looked at the mirror, her blue eyes standing out. Very nice, but not prep looking. Good. She quickly put on mascara, and took down her hair, and finger combed it. She walked into the kitchen with 3 minutes to spare.

"You are not leaving the house to go to school in that." Sam said.

"What's wrong with it?" Alex asked innocently.

Alex wore a pair of tight-cropped jeans that came down a little past her knees, her studded belt hanging from her hips. She had a black tank top on with her red 30 seconds to Mars hoodie over it.

"First of all, the tank top, and have you been wearing those pants since 5th grade?" Sam asked looking at her face.

"Oh hell no. Go wipe off the makeup." Dean said.

"Nope."

"Do it."

"Shouldn't we be leaving?" Alex asked, ignoring Dean and walking to the car.

Dean groaned and followed after, it was hopeless. Sam trailed behind, his brown eyes glaring. His little sister could not be dressing like this.

The siblings sat in silence until they pulled up to a very prep looking school.

"YOU ENROLLED ME IN THIS?"

"It's the public school that is in our area." Dean said.

"Ugh."

"It'll be fine, Alex."

"Whatever."

They got out of the car and entered the school. Alex peered into a classroom, seeing nothing but rows and rows of designer handbags and football guys. She would never fit into this school. Great.

The three of them walked into the office, and the lady at the front desk peered at them, her eyes going from the messy looking brothers to the gothic looking sister. "What is it?"

"This is the new student, Alex Winchester, that we called in about." Dean said.

"Ah yes. Alexis Winchester. Wait right here as I get your class schedule." The lady said, her eyes wide at the sight of them.

"Do we need to fill out any paperwork?" Sam asked when the lady came back, giving Alex her class list.

"None at all, we got her records faxed over." The lady said. "You should head off to your first period class." She said to Alex.

Sam hugged her. "You'll be fine Lex." He said, rubbing her head, referring to her with her childhood nickname.

Dean patted her on the back. "Yeah." Alex and him hadn't exactly talked much since Alex had cried a couple days back.

"See you this afternoon." She said, heading off and looking at her schedule. She had Creative Writing. The one class at her old school she actually did well in. She found the class, seeing it had already started, she slipped into a seat in the very back.

"I see we have a new comer." The teacher at the front stated. "Please come up here."

Alex got her Panic! At the Disco messenger bag, and headed to the front of the classroom, feeling all the eyes on her, and she could hear the whispering of the preps to each other about her appearance.

"What is your name?" The teacher asked, looking at her. This teacher actually looked okay. She didn't look as prim and proper as the other teachers she saw having a coffee break in the office, she looked conferrable.

"Alex Winchester." Alex mumbled.

"I see. Where are you from?"

"America." Alex said, a smirk forming.

"Ah yes, I see. You may take the seat next to Lydia. Lydia please raise your hand."

Alex look towards the class, seeing the girl who seemed to the most bored but beautiful raising her hand. Alex walked to her new seat, sitting down. She felt like she was in high school. The girl looked at her and returned to her work. Lydia was handed a note by a girl who tried to look like her. Lydia sneered and looked at Alex filled with hate. But Alex could tell she had something she was going to do.

After class, Lydia came up to talk to her.

"Your dad died right."

"Fact."

"And you're living with your brothers right?"

"Another true statement."

"Well, I saw them, and how did you turn out so ugly when they turned out so hot?"

Alex didn't have time for this, so she gave her a nice punch and walked away. (xD It's what I would have done.)

She was actually about to be happy about school until she heard the intercom crackle, asking her to report the principals office. Alex stood up once more and headed down the hallway, dreading what was going to happen next.

She entered the office and sat down in the chair across from the big man behind the desk.

"Well, well Miss Winchester. First day here and you already have been sent to me. Not exactly what I would call the best start in the world, considering your previous record. Skipped classes, no homework assignments. You do know why you're in here?"

"No clue." Alex said, looking bored.

"Would first period ring a bell?"

"I showed up to class?"

"Don't get smart with me. Since you seem to be in denial about this, I will tell you. You have been reported to have slapped a student."

Alex smirked.

"This is not a laughing matter Miss Winchester, this is a very serious offense. I understand your father only died last week and your are in custody of your brothers, but this sort of lashing out is not acceptable."

"So? She deserved it."

"Well there are witnesses."

"Who?"

"Many of Miss Lydia Taylor's classmates reported seeing you slap her unprovoked."

"That's crazy. She started it."

"I don't care who started it, but you are aware of what I am going to have to do?"
"Nope."

"ASD-After school Detention- with me. For the next week. Lets see you steal more money after that. Starting tomorrow. You may leave now Miss Winchester."

Alex rolled her eyes and got up. She might as well just start walking home now. She got there when she normally would, so Dean and Sam wouldn't know she just walked out. But they did know something when she got home.

"So. How was school today?" Sam asked.

"Good, of course." Alex said, flashing him a smile.

"Talk to anyone?"

"Hm. Nope."

"The principal perhaps?" Dean asked.

Alex stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"We know about it Alex. Your detention."

Alex rolled her eyes. "So your going to get all wannabe TV parent on me and ground me right?"

"Yep."

"Oh whatever. Don't get all parent on me now. My dad is dead. You're my brothers."

"Who love you. And Dad made me promise we would take care of you well if anything happened to him." Sam said.

"Whatever. I'm going out." Alex said, pulling back on her hoodie she was about to take off, and headed for the door.

"Oh no you don't. You stay here. You are grounded." Sam called.

Alex rolled her eyes and headed up the stairs to her room. She hated having caring people in her life.