I own nothing! I don't own The Phantom of the Opera or any of the Characters therein! Please be lenient, this is my first Phantom fanfic!

Chapters one through three will get their chapter titles explained when I update again. In other words, if you guessed them correctly, I shall give you kudos in the pre-chapter Author's notes of chapter four, and so the workings will continue with the rest of them in the same manner.

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Sarah awoke just as she would any other morning until she remembered just what was going on. she was twelve, and was in trouble more often than not for circumstances that were entirely not her fault in any way. Most of the other students in the school used her as a scapegoat for all of their problems, blaming their locker problems and other things that were going wrong – such as missing homework and papers – on her.

Principal had almost held her back since she had almost spray-painted the entire school, having only been prevented from doing so by her being in ISS for a week. She smirked at the stupid reason she had been in ISS – bringing rope to school. Sure, the teacher had caught her making a Punjab lasso with it, but it was something she naturally did when she got too bored and had rope or string available. So with that in mind, and a lie of hers saying that she was working on her knots for girls' camp that summer, she was able to skimp away with only a week of ISS.

She shook her head at the thought of the Principal nearly expelling her for it. He'd have been rid of a much larger scaled problem in the long run if he had. It was extremely fun and even more worth it in her opinion. It had been to everyone's shock and horror that she hadn't been expelled, and now they were paying the price for being cruel to her.

If her mood and silence was anything to go by, she was a great threat to the school and anyone inside of a classroom at large. This time she had gone through a loophole and instead of bringing rope, she'd brought a thread of yarn this time, since it was technically within the school rules to have it. She had to force herself not to laugh as the principal had banned baby lotion since it had somehow gotten spilled all over the locker court, again at her hands.

"So, what's on the menu for today?" her only friend, a sixth-grader by the name of Toni said. He was eleven, and his demeanor was the same as that of Madame Giry, in her opinion, which was why she got along so well with him.

"Terror," she smiled softly. "You'll see what I mean if you watch our hit list."

His eyes widened as he heard a mass of cheerleaders screaming and swearing about someone by the initials of L.F.

"L.F.?" they asked as the cheerleaders approached them. "No, never heard of them. Why?"

"We got notes with threats!" the leader snarled into Sarah's face, and she cringed backwards and lowered her eyes to the floor immediately in a perfect façade, when in reality she was only confirming three or four of the cheerleaders who would pay the price for all of their insolence and stupidity. "You are the fan of the phantom of the opera, and the whole damn school knows it!"

"That's physically impossible, she was with me the whole night," Toni said calmly, and they gawked at him except Sarah, who blushed and smiled. "Besides, this handwriting is far too clean to be hers. Sarah may be my girlfriend, but even I can't deny that her handwriting is chicken-scratch."

The cheerleaders wasted no time in separating Sarah from Toni, and he fought as five of them held him up against a locker, all demanding to know how he could sleep with "the freak" as three more shoved her into a locker and closed the door on her.

Naturally Toni had run for a janitor, but nobody would listen to him. Sarah stayed there for most of the day, twiddling and constantly thinking of how best to psychologically torture the four cheerleaders that had made her mad. It would have to be slowly, and when they least expected it, she planned, and she also knew that if they knew it was her, she would go to JDC.

She saw some lights turn out, and widened her eyes. Surely they wouldn't lock her in overnight! But she wasn't about to take any chances, and put herself in the perfect position to begin sobbing and crying her eyes out like a helpless little girl who had been thrown in by jockeys. Wait – jockeys! She could attack the boyfriends of the girls that had made her mad!

"What in the world?" a man asked after he heard her beginning to sob and scream for help.

The door open and she fell out, sobbing – or rather, expertly pretending to – onto the floor. He tried to help her up, but she cringed backwards, crying that it hurt and that she had been in there all day long crying and begging for someone, anyone, to let her out.

"Easy, little miss," the janitor said as he led her through the school. "Principal, we have a young woman who was locked inside a locker all day, can I bring her to your office?"

"No," she whimpered taking a step back and letting out more fake tears and pretending to cry harder. "I don't like that. He hates me! He thinks I'm a trouble-maker!"

"Come now, I'm sure he'll listen to your side of the story," the janitor soothed as he forced her to go to the principal's office.

By the time she was walking out of there, he was also on her hit list. She had another week of ISS, a note written home to her parents, and was banned from talking to Toni for a month to help her "clean up her act".

That night, she struck the lockers of the boyfriends of those who had hurt her and Toni, and had even struck the principal's office, the vice-principal's office, and the counselor's offices. The next morning, word got out, and she was called in again. When he demanded to see her handwriting, she complied and gave him her "neatest" writing she could in the form of her chicken-scratch. If luck had ever been on her side, it was then, because he believed her somehow.

But it was short-lived. As she passed by her lockers, the jockeys were now the ones that were pissed off at her. She was now glad she was in ISS for a while, and made a mental note to act out and get much, much worse so she wouldn't have to leave. She smiled at her safety net, knowing that as long as she was there they couldn't hurt her.

But her victory and plans were even more short-lived. The white-clad Jockeys rammed her to the ground as she was walking on her way home, and literally drug her into the indoor basketball court where the vast majority of those on her hit lists were standing in the bleachers.

So, any gueses on what band does this chapter's title? Come on, guess!

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