This is Quinn's past! OMG! What could have possibly made her hated by everyone in her community? We'll find out here. If you're wondering why this chapter is so short, it's because...I want to draw this out as long as possible.I already have everything written up so…if you want to read more, you better review! The next chapter will be much longer. Promise!

"I think it's time you tell me what's going on," said Artemis firmly.

Quinn was sitting on the edge of the fountain, staring dismally into the glistening water. She turned to face Artemis and for a second Artemis was taken aback by the expression on Quinn's face. It was utterly and completely cold. Before when Quinn had responded angrily towards him, she had always been fierce and full of emotion. Her face now was completely devoid of feeling and was dangerously calm.

"You have problems that I'm here to help you with," said Artemis quietly. "But I can't help you with anything if you keep me in the dark."

"'You have problems,'" repeated Quinn incredulously. "That…is such an understatement."

"Tell me about it," said Artemis, sitting beside Quinn on the edge of the fountain.

"I don't even know where to begin. Or whether I want to begin."

"Quinn…"

Quinn waved away what Artemis was going to say and sighed. "Fine. Just don't think any less of me, alright?"

"Boy Scout's honor," said Artemis holding up one hand and grinning.

Quinn chuckled.

The chain link fence rattled as Quinn stumbled into it, dropping her books and things onto the tarmac as she tried to catch her balance. Another rough shove sent her face-first into the asphalt and for a few seconds, she was completely winded. Every part of her body ached and her cheek and hands were on fire. Without even looking, Quinn knew that both her hands and cheek were scraped and bleeding. She was familiar with the injuries sustained from being bullied on the playground. Very familiar.

She sat up wearily and sighed. As usual, the school aide was nowhere to be found and she was on her own again with the school terror, Paul Pierre. He loomed over her, smirking. She tried to get up but Paul merely shoved her back to the ground with his foot.

"Where you going, Freaky Geek?" sneered Paul.

Quinn glared up at Paul, her eyes swimming with angry tears. "Could you just leave me alone for one day? Just one?"

"You're just so fun to pick on," said Paul with a malicious grin.

At times, Quinn felt like she was the star gladiator at the Roman Coliseum. Kids were already gathering in a ring around Paul and Quinn and Quinn was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to leave until the kids' 

need for live entertainment was met. Quinn winced as Paul reached for her face with a grubby little hand. He frowned at this and that was the last thing Quinn saw before Paul took away her glasses.

This was new. Paul had always beaten Quinn and left it at that. But apparently, the torment today was scheduled to be drawn out as long as possible. Everything to Quinn was now a colored blur. She waved her arms out in front of her, hoping to catch Paul but caught nothing but air. Children laughed as Quinn's cheeks burned with anger. This was going too far.

"Give me back my glasses!" demanded Quinn.

"Look at me! I'm Quinn! Oh my God! I thought glasses were supposed to make you see. These things are blurry as hell. What? Your parents couldn't afford anything better?"

"Shut up Paul!"

Children were guffawing now. Where was the school aide? Quinn began calling for help.

"You know, a father's supposed to provide for his family. At least that's what my father taught me. If a father was as good-for-nothing as your dad, then he should just drop dead. There isn't any point in his being here if he can't even buy you some proper glasses."

Quinn went deathly quiet. Although she couldn't see her face, it must have been frightening. The playground was silent. She found Paul's limp hands and snatched her glasses from him.

"Quinn…"

Quinn was gone.

So what does Quinn do to get even with Paul Pierre? We'll find out soon enough. My request for the release of the next chapter 1, 000, 000, 000 in unmarked bills and J.K. Rowling as my indentured servant. But I'll settle for four reviews instead. :)