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I sat in the principal's office, glaring at the floor. Sure I'd stood up to the old hag, but now I was going to get into trouble. She had called my parents, and she didn't even ask what was for dinner! The principal's office smelt like wood polish, and was starting to burn my nose. I looked around, the whole room was made of panels of dark wood. Which explained the smell, there was an incessantly annoying clock on the wall. It had already nearly given me a heart attack when it chimed at the hour. I should probably regret my actions, but I didn't. She deserved all she got, no one ever did anything to her. It was just like she had permanent PMS and took it out on her students. The problem was putting that into words that wouldn't get me into more trouble with the principal. The door opened, and the principal stepped in my Mother right behind her. I sank down into my chair, feeling Mum's furious eyes boring into the back of my head.

"Take a seat Sharon," Mrs Pullman said coolly.

Her tone just rubbed me the wrong way, she sounded so up herself. Snobbery in particular was not washing well with me lately, and the principal was no exception to my newest pet peeve. I pretended to be interested in my fingernails, anything to prevent me from glaring at Mrs Pullman until she burst into flames. I glanced up and watched as she folded her hands neatly on the deck. I cringed, the action in itself was stuck up. Is there not a damn person around that isn't a prissy stuck up cow?

"Now, we're here to speak about your behaviour, Miss Nolan." She said, her voice sounded polished and fake.

I looked up at her, making my face emotionless. I loved having the upper hand on my adults, they could never read my mood if I didn't want them too. Thanks to my acting skills, yeah I wasn't the best actress in the world. There were plenty better than me, but hey. If they couldn't figure it out I must have some kind of skill, hence the millions of fake sicks I'd pulled as a child. They never caught on.

"The behaviour you displayed today is totally unacceptable, Miss Nolan." She said, her expression slightly irritated.

"I've looked over your school record, and it's spotless. I'm very disappointed, when I accepted your enrollment application I thought you would be no trouble at all."

I bulged my eyes, "With all due respect Mrs Pullman, but She's not exactly the nicest person to spend that amount of time with. And if you think I'm that much of a problem, expel me. I'll be happy to go to Forks High School."

She raised her brows at me, "Would you care to elaborate?"

"The first day I arrived, Miss Collins yelled at me. The minute I stepped in the door of her classroom, because I corrected her for mispronouncing my name. Personally, I thought this was a little unfair. Don't you Mrs Pullman?" I said, feeling particularly pleased with myself.

"Yes, I do think that is unfair, but that does not excuse your behaviour." She said, obviously trying to keep her cool.

I smiled, "Of course, but Miss Collins continually victimises people. Being one of her regular victims, myself. I feel a little agitated by her. As anyone else in the world would, and just because the rest of the students were too afraid to confront her doesn't mean that I am. I come from a country that strongly believes that everyone should be treated fairly, and if you're not that you should speak up. I'm only doing what I've known to do my entire life. And if this School has a problem with that, by all means, send me away. I wouldn't want to be a burden."

Mrs Pullman opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Lost for words. Mum shifted uncomfortably in her seat, I glanced at her. She frowned disapprovingly.

"Well, Miss Nolan. You obviously believe very strongly that you have done nothing wrong. I see no reason to remove you from the School, but please if you have any concerns about your teachers. Speak to someone else about it, before taking matters into your own hands." She pursed her lips, almost daring me to say something.

"And you're going to do what exactly, about Miss Collins?"

"The board and I, will look into the behaviour of Miss Collins," She said taking a deep breath.

I smiled, my plan had worked. Mrs Pullman was completely exasperated. I had them wrapped around my little finger and they didn't even know it. They think that my 'spotless' record means I'm a model student, but I knew it just meant when I actually did do something, I was smart enough not to get caught.

"Thank you, Mrs Pullman." I said, standing.

Just as I walked out the door, Mrs Pullman said, "Don't let it happen again, Miss Nolan. Or there will be consequences."

I smirked.

I could feel the anger radiating off Mum as I walked her back to the car park.

She turned to me before getting into her car, "I am very disappointed, Wai."

I leaned on the hood of the car, "Mum, when are you not disappointed with me?"

She looked at me, the pain I was causing her evident in her eyes. "I am very proud of the things that you achieve, but not some of the things you do and say. I love you, but sometimes you make it really hard for me to show it."

I didn't look at her, "Whatever. I'll see you latter."

I started walking away, "When are you coming home?" She called.

"We I feel the inexplicable urge to be in the presence of those who look down on me."

I trudged through the puddles, and made a beeline for my locker. Paul was leaning against the one next to mine.

"Hey," He said flashing me a smile.

I grunted, pulling my locker open. I shoved the things I didn't need inside, and slammed it shut.

Paul looked down at me, the concern over taking his face.

"What happened?"

"The Mother." I said simply, knowing he would understand immediately.

"You okay?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, "Yeah. But, can I uh. Can I go to your house, I don't think I can stand being at home right now."

"Sure." He said, his smile broadening.

I smirked at him, "You know. Sometimes you grin like the bloody Cheshire cat."

He looked confused, "What's that?"

"Oh my gosh, you haven't ever seen Alice in Wonderland?" I asked, my mouth opening in shock.

He shook his head.

"Not even the new one?" I asked in astonishment.

"Nope," He said popping the 'p'.

"Wow, I am totally educating you in the world of Disney!"

"Great." He said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up!" I said giving him a shove as we walked to the parking lot. "You're just worried that your friends won't think you're macho!"

He scoffed, "Not true. I have no fear of losing my macho-ness. Especially with these bad boys." He said flexing his biceps.

I watched as they rippled with the movement, mesmerised for a moment. Before snapping my eyes away from him. I forced out a laugh.

"Did you bring your truck?" I asked.

"Nah, she's got a broken radiator."

I frowned, "That's the thing that stops it from over heating, right?"

He chuckled, and gave me a pat on the head.

"You've got the best truck in the whole school, including the teachers. Yet you know nothing but the bare necessities."

I glared at him, "I know plenty! Thank you very much, Mr Walker!" I said smugly.

He smirked at me.

"So I hear you burned, Miss Collins..."

My face lit up like a child in a candy store.

"Uh huh, so you heard about that did you?" I said grinning.

"Well, put it this way. Your no longer 'that girl from New Zealand.'"

I tossed the keys to him, "You can drive. Considering you've lost your macho-ness and your superior reputation!"

He shook his head and got into the driver's seat, adjusting the seat to his much larger legs.

"Sheesh, you're tiny!"

I stuck my tongue out at him, "I'm not tiny I'm fun sized, gosh get it right!"

He grinned, "Fine then! I will!"

He pulled out of the parking lot, and headed in the opposite direction from my house. Then it dawned on me; I would have to meet his mother. For whatever reason, I felt little butterflies building in my stomach. Would she like me? What would she be like? I bit my bottom lip, as I often did when I was deep in thought. We drove to his house in silence, which only allowed my mind to run wild as usual. Sometimes I wished I could just put my mind on mute. He pulled up in front of a small house, it was painted cream with blue windows. The paint was well worn and starting to peel in some places, and the garden looked as if it was once loved, but given up on. Over all, I thought it was rather charming. Despite it's flaws. I slid out of the passenger seat, and followed Paul up the gravel path. He opened the front door and walked straight in, not bothering to remove his shoes. I followed suit and went inside.

"Mom, I'm home!" He called.

He turned and smiled at me, "So. What you wanna do?"

I shrugged, "What do you usually do?"

"Oh you know, just the usual stuff. Watch TV, homework.. play a little sport."

He muttered something to himself, but before I could ask what he said a woman walked through the back door wiping soil off her hands.

"How was your da..." She trailed off as she saw me, then burst into smile.

"You must be Waiata!"

I nodded, "You can call me, Wai."

She clasped her hands together, "Ooh your name is so, exotic!" She said bubbling with excitement.

"Thank you," I said. Suddenly feeling very shy.

She held her arms open, and gave me a friendly hug "I'm Natasha. Paul has told me all about you, Wai." She said, smiling fondly.

"Mom!" Paul complained, his cheeks turning red.

It was odd to see Paul blushing.

She held her hands up, "Sorry, sorry!"

She glanced at Paul, then back at me. "I'll leave you two alone," She said backing out of the room. A wide grin still plastered to her face.

Paul put his face in his hands, covering his face. I elbowed him, grinning like a cat that got the cream.

"So, she's heard a lot about me has she?"

"Ugh!"

"Naw, how sweet!" I said, grinning at Paul's embarrassment.

(((Hey guys, well that's that! Hope you liked it, I particularly like Paul's Mum! She's so awesome! Any way please please please please review! Love you guys, LadyDelerosa.)))