**Author note – well I have changed a few names, sorry if you get lost but I have undated the first chapter so that anyone new won't get confused. Next chapter will be up by the end of the weekend if I am not busy. Should be one up at least once a week.**

Chapter 2 – Catherine

So here it is, the first week of hell and all that people have done to me is stare and thrown food at me once or twice, but I knew it was the daughters of hell that were behind it. What I never got about those girls was that how do they choose who gets to hang with them. To think of it I should be hanging with them but I guess I am weird. I don't have the strawberry blonde hair and the size 6 body with no bust. Charlotte looks exactly like that, also it's in her blood. Why might I say that you ask, well her great, great, great… (you get the drift) grandmother came to this school when it first opened. The school had kind of a Hitler perfect world idea, all the girls had to be perfect, and the guy were they type that one day would earn lots of money. But as the school changed owners, so did their rules. They let in normal people like my father who wasn't perfect. My mother was perfect, an original blood as well as her mother and so forth. So I guess I should be one of the dark daughter, but I will never be, neither will my children or theirs. My mother married a normal person who wasn't perfect resulting in a child with imperfections. Therefore making me have long wavy burgundy hair that looks red in the sun and a beautifully tanned body that will never fit into a size 6 because of my bust. They only thing I think is funny is that I am the girl that every girl wants to be and that's every boy wants to be with. So I am not complaining. There is just one problem.

"Get up you lump of useless junk" I hear someone yell at me.

"At least I have junk in the trunk" o god I feel like hitting myself for saying that.

"We have class in like ten minutes and you are still in bed, want to make this a habit because that's all you have done in the first week of you being back. Looks like nothing has changed Miss Annabelle" Charlotte yells from the bathroom. She is right, I use to do this but I had a reason. The dark daughters, or well Catherine had told me she would make my life hell if I even thought of turning up to class some days, and she did. But this time was different, all I got from class was stares from everyone but the dark daughters, Charlotte and Issac. It had been a week and we still hadn't talked. Or well I really didn't want to talk to him. It was weird to be in the same room as him some days because I knew he must be thinking about me by just the way he looked.

One night while I was doing my homework, Issac stopped by. At first I didn't even want to answer the door, just pretend that no one was here, but I just couldn't do that. After a minute or two I yelled out that I was coming and slowly made my way to the door. When I opened the door he just looked at me like I wasn't real, or that I was going to disappear.

"what's up?" I said in the most casual way not to let him suspect that I had been avoiding him, or was it he had been avoiding me.

"I have Charlotte's books from one of her classes. I borrowed them off her because Eric had mine." The only problem with having you best friend's twin standing at your door was the fact that you were still in love with him. Or well has been in love with him forever, but he wouldn't care now.

"Umm thanks, I will tell her you stopped by. Well I better get back to my homework," I said as I started to close the door but he stopped me.

"We need to talk," he said as I tried to tell him I wasn't interested, but he still continued, "where did you go? why did you go?"

"Why don't you ask your girlfriend, wait I mean ex-girlfriend." Before he could answer I slammed the door in his face and walked away. Catherine was an old family friend, but now days she was just plain mean. Mostly to me, but she was the only friend I had at home. She would always turn against me and say really bad things about me, but my grandma told me never to scope to her level. He mother and my mother were best friends before my mother died. After that we ended up at the same school and from them on she had made my life hell. For the rest of the night I laid in bed unable to sleep. I should have told him how I felt but I just couldn't not when I left because of him. It wasn't until Charlotte got back from her meeting with the dark daughters that she noticed something wrong.

"I don't want to talk about it Char, but I do want to know is why you are still in with the dark daughters?"

"Well Catherine may think she runs things around her, but she just can't kick people out. My mother was a dark daughter than so am I, it's just the rules." She said while getting ready for bed. "But you can't be one because well.."

"Yer I know, I am not 'pure blood' like you and all the others. I am ok with having the room to myself while you talk about whatever it is that you talk about."

"I wish I could tell you, but the rules say that no one outside can know. Don't worry there is one thing I can't tell you. They want to get rid of the 'normal' people and bring it back to the original families. There are just a few people they can't kick out if that rule passes. For example, you. You have your mother's family's blood in you so you are half 'pure'. There are a few people like that here." That got me thinking, so that was Catherine's plan, to get rid of me, what a shame I have my mother's blood.