SNOW POV:
"Kate! Get up, school starts in 30 minutes and you will not be late your first day!" My mother yells upstairs.
"Keep your pants on woman, I'm just getting up now!" I yelled back. A lie. I had been up for an hour, listening to Evanescence and writing in my music journal. But why should I tell my mom that?
"Well hurry up, Sam is making you breakfast! Its almost done!" My mom shouted up and I sighed.
"His name is Steven!" I screamed back at her. I turned off my iPod, which had been blasting "Going Under" by Evanescence through my earbuds and throw it in my backpack. While stretching, I grabbed one of my favorite t-shirts, a dark gray shirt that said 'LINKIN PARK' in big white letters. Then I grabbed dark blue jeans with rips in the shins, and my black converse high tops with white laces. Before I left, I put in opal studs, the only earrings I tolerated. Walking out of the giant room that was probably bigger than most kids living rooms, I grabbed my backpack and my favorite sweatshirt, that was dark gray with dark blue wording. It said "Sarcasm. Just another gift I bring to the party."
I know what you're thinking, "Why did I keep my "music journal" from my mom? Why was my room so giant?"And most importantly, why did I get up an hour before I needed to?
Well I'll answer your questions.
My name is Kate Heartfilia. (A/N:anyone who knows that last name from something else is a saint in my eyes. :D)
Daughter of the richest people in the country, pretty much. My mom used to be a model, now she's retired. My dad is a US Senator, and he practically rakes in the money. The three of us swim in money.
Naturally, as the daughter of the richest couple in the whole freaking country, I should be pampered and wear dresses, and excessive makeup, and eat things with silverware covered in jewels.
But yeah right. Thats not me.
When I was little, I liked to go out by myself in the snow, and just lay in it, and think. The cold would calm me, let me think. When I got older, I decided not to go by what my family was. People judged me by who my parents were, and that just wasn't me.
So I changed everything; wore what clothes I wanted to wear, listened to what music I wanted to listen to; did what I wanted to do. I refused to look up when people said my last name, and I changed my first name to what I liked too.
Snow.
So thats me. Just Snow.
What I like: Music by guys like Evanescence, not shit like Nicki Minaj. Comfy sweatshirts. Pissing people off. Singing, writing music. That sort of thing.
What I despise: Guys who think they're great. Girls who think they're great. Anything having to do with fashion, or a makeover. The color pink. My parents and their assload of money.
So thats why we have a personal chef. And my room is ginormous.
So back to the story...
"'Morning Snow!" Steven smiled and set down a bacon, ham, turkey, and sausage omelet in front of me.
"Thanks Steven! My favorite," I smiled, digging into it. Quadruple meat. Its heaven...
"Kate, eating so much meat isn't healthy," My mom lectures.
"Good thing I don't give a shit then," I say, finishing up the omelet and gulping down the orange juice Steven's poured me.
My mom opens her mouth to speak by just stops.
"You know teenagers at this age, Miss," Steven says to her, trying to lighten the situation.
She glares at him. "I didn't give you permission to speak. Shut up and actually work for once."
He turns his head away, and I feel like punching my mom in the face. She is such a bitch... I can't believe she's really my mom.
"Well I'm going to go to school," I say abruptly, getting up. I give Steven a hug, and run out of the kitchen before my mom can protest.
I go to the garage and pick out my favorite bike. I already have two cars although I don't have a driver's license yet, and six bikes to choose from. Both of the cars are cool, but only one of the bikes is to my liking.
Its dark red with black stripes, and it goes super fast. I jump on it, not bothering with a helmet, and zoom away from the 4 story house.
...
When I get to the school, nobody even looks at me, which I'm a little grateful for. I don't really want the attention.
As I get inside, and start walking down a hall, I see a guy. He's like 6 feet tall, with strawberry blonde hair and old looking clothes. Even though he looks, you know, poor, he's actually kind of hot.
Wait did I seriously just think that? Since when do I say guys are hot...?
And currently he's getting pushed around by four boys, who look very full of themselves. Great. The exact thing that I hate.
Time to be Snow, savoir of people getting pushed around by idiots.
"Leave me alone," the boy said softly and they laughed at him. By the way kids passing by look at him, I can tell they think he's gay or something.
I walked forward and pushed them back, getting mad. I hated these kinds of guys, they were such assholes.
"He said," I said in the deadliest voice I could manage. "Leave him alone."
They stumbled before getting a good look at me. And then they "turned on their charm."
"Hey babe, why are you sticking up for a loser when you could have all of this?" One of them tried, pointing to himself.
I shuddered and took a step back. "Ew." I hear the boy laugh behind me. It brings a smirk to my face.
The kid looks insulted, like I care, before another one steps up.
"You're great. He's not great. Not like I am, baby," he says, trying to be seductive. I almost gag and I glare at him.
"First of all, I don't know you and I can already tell you're the slut of this school, which is sad, because usually the slut is a girl. And second of all, I'm not your anything. Now fuck off. I'm off limits," I growl at him, rolling my eyes.
And of course, the third guy has to actually grab me and twist me so that I'm looking at him. God I hate men...
"Baby, you're telling me that you honestly don't want to fuck this?" He asks, gesturing to himself. I wrench my arm away.
"Go fuck yourself. Because no girl wants to fuck you," I hiss at Man Number 3.
I look to the last guy, expecting him to start something. But he's making a seductive face... and the boy they were bullying.
I go over to him and push him back a few steps.
"And you're not flirting with me. Why not?" I ask innocently.
He turns red and I smirk.
"I don't think you're worth it," he manages to spit out.
"Well I don't think you're worth shit, so get out of my sight," I say menacingly and he backs up a step.
"Why are we letting a chick tell us what to do? She's just a little bitch," the first guy says and I see red.
Nobody calls me a chick and gets away with it.
I turn towards him and kick him where the sun don't shine.
"Ah! Fuck!" He curses, almost falling to his knees from the pain,.
"Go. Away," I hiss, hoping I sound scary. It works, and the guys quickly walk away, trying to preserve some dignity. I notice the gay guy blow a kiss in my direction, but I know it's not for me.
I shudder. Sorry if I sound like I hate gay people or something, but I just hate gay people who flirt with people who are obviously straight.
Still, I have a satisfied smile on my face. It was kind of fun.
"Thanks," I hear the boy behind me say and I turn to him and grin.
"No problem! I love beating up people who deserve it!" I beam at him and he smiles tentatively.
"I'm Kate, but my friends call me Snow," I introduce myself, putting out a hand.
"I'm Iggy and I have no friends," he replies lightly and shakes my hand. He doesn't sound like he's joking though...
I frown. "You have no friends?"
He shakes his head. "Nope, everyone here knows my story and hates me." Then he looks at me more closely.
"Are you new?" He asks suddenly and I nod.
"Everyone hates you because you're poor? Thats dumb," I say, feeling angry. Your money shouldn't determine who you are or how you're treated... I should know.
He shakes his head. "That's not all of my story…."
I smirk. "Well I can hear people calling you gay, when you're obviously not, and that one of those jock guys has a crush on you."
He smiles slightly. "Exactly! And they call me they gay one..."
"How can anyone not notice? It's SO obvious..." I agree with him and he smiles.
"So, Iggy, we have t get to class, guess I'll see you around?" I say, and he nods.
I wave, and start down the hall, wondering where the hell "Mr. ter-Borcht's" room is...
IGGY POV:
When Snow leaves, I realize how stupid I am. My first real friend in 16 years?
As soon as she talks with everyone else, she'll ignore me or bully me. Just like everyone else.
With a sigh, I head to one of my least favorite classes, since Dylan and Sam are there.
Biology, with Mr. ter-Borcht.
So hey guys!
This one shot is officially going to be a story. I'm actually considering a sequel as well, but lets take things one chapter at a time.
So! If anyone doesn't understand...
Iggy and Snow are both juniors in high school. Iggy gets bullied because he's really poor and his dad left his family. It is stated that "Snow was his first real friend in 16 years," so even before his dad left he was bullied, and as a result of his dad leaving it became worse.
Snow is super super rich but she hates the attention it brings, and the way she is pampered. Her parents are terrible people; her dad's almost never around in the first place, and her mom is a bitch to everyone she meets that isn't rich or important like she is. They moved here for an unknown reason, most likely because this house is bigger than their last.
Snow protects Iggy from bullies because she hates those kind of guys who think they're great and that everyone is below them. Once she meets Iggy, she actually ends up liking him but Iggy thinks that they're "friendship' won't last for another half hour.
Coming up is the rest of the flock obviously, plus an OC given by Zaqhirix Cheshire.
OC's are appreciated, I don't really need much for students, if you do have a student please make it a boy. I'm thinking more along the lines of relatives, and other adults such as teachers and the principal because I don't know how many names I can steal from the series.
A final note: I've seen other people write this so I'll do it too. ONCE.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Max Ride characters, like Max, Ella, Iggy, etc. Or the band Linkin Park or Evanescence. Or the last name Heartfilia.
Claim: I do own this plot. And Snow. And the fact that Dylan is gay. And Steven. I think thats it...
So... THANKS FOR READING AND STUFFS AND PLEASE REVIEW.
Fly on,
Kate