High School from Hell

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This is another short chapter. It's much better written than the last, but I still think it could be better.
For the record, the accompanied song was supposed to be 'Teenagers' by my chemical romance, but I couldn't find a working video for Wattpad. That's kind of like the song that explains them. So the next best thing I could really think of was 'Party In The Graveyard' by Ghost Town (I like the original but I could only find a working nightcore version) but I feel like that explains them better. They just want to have fun. They don't care if it ends up destroying a few buildings, especially since you've only got one life.
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High school From Hell

Chapter 1

"Maira! Come on sweet heart, you don't want to be late!" Ivy yelled up the stairs. Instead of her skins normal green tinge, it was painted to its original milky color and her eyes no longer glowed so bright thanks to contacts. She was donned in a button up white shirt and black pinstriped pencil skirt, her hair pulled back into an elegant bun.

15 years have gone by since she received her daughter Maira, and much has changed. For one, poison Ivy herself rarely made an appearance these days, in favor of making her environment better for her daughter, even if the nymph loved her moms true identity. Speaking of the girl, her powers arrived with puberty. As soon as she turned 13, she found herself summoning storms and fire just from being upset. Of course now two years later she's better able to control it. And once she was, she was helping her mom with more minor missions, and even going on missions with her own group of villains simply known as 'Teen Misfits', their leader of course was Jack Quinn, aka WildCard.

Now there was a boy who was his fathers spitting image. Tall and lanky with black curly hair and a wide chesire like grin. Seems the only thing he got from his mom was his blue eyes. Just as he had promised himself as a child, he took care of Maira like a big brother, always looking out for her and always being there for her. Even if his over-protectiveness was a bit annoying at times, Maira was still grateful.

Maira herself grew into a beautiful young woman, which was no surprise considering her species. Her skin was still smooth and clear, and her eyes still that bright aqua blue. Her curly hair now fell around her waist in tight curls that constantly had autumn leaves falling from it. Thankfully her hair hid her ears quite well and she was able to live relatively normal during the day, except she had never gone to actual school. Her mother always taught her at home, so she was glad that now that she's starting high school she could go.

The nymph made her way down the stairs and to her mother. She was dressed in a floral corset top with a pair of denim shorts and a pink see-through button up along with brown sandals. Ivy smiled and led her daughter to the door where they would head to the closest bus stop. Ivy was terrified of letting her daughter go, but she couldn't be there for her every step of the way. With a sigh she sucked it up and kept walking.

~Nature~

The bus ride was horrible and awkward. First off, Mai had no clue where to sit so she just sat in the front like some lame kid. Then the doofus behind her kept talking about his stupid science project, and of course when she thought it couldn't get worse, some snot-nosed kid sat next to her and kept snorting and sniffling in her ear. She never thought she'd be happier in her life than the moment the bus pulled up to the school. She was on her feet and at the doors in the blink of an eye. She'd have to remember to catch s ride with Jack next time.

"Hey Mai!" Speaking of the clown prince. The nymph turned her head towards the voice as she got off the bus and was thankful to find Jack standing at the doorstep waiting for her in all his badass glory. Maira smiled and made her way to him, ignoring the curious glances as to why a freshman was talking with the resident bad-boy.

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