Veneranda Corriendo.

My name is Veneranda Corriendo. Yes, it is a long name. Yes, it is a Spanish name.

It means Leader (Veneranda) Runs (Corriendo).

If you haven't already guessed yet, this name isn't exactly a nice one to have.

I'm getting off topic. He hates it when I do that. Anyways, my job here is this: To tell you a story.

Simple enough. Now, where should I start? The beginning seems good.

Okay then.

. . . .

"Veneranda!" A voice calls. But it seems far away. I try to ignore it, but the source of it is shaking me.

"WHAT?" I finally snap, sitting up.

"Veni!" A girl's voice says. The girl has blue eyes, and tanned skin. She's very pretty.

"Fiona?" I mutter. "What...?" I rub my eyes.

"Veneranda, it's Tuesday! We get out of school in four hours!" Fiona grins.

I grin, suddenly wide awake. "Yes! I can't wait to leave this stupid school."

Fiona nods. "Derek is waiting for me. See you soon!" She's gone before I can react.

Derek is Fiona's boyfriend, who I consider a lot of trouble.

But I decid to ignore that today, heading towards the shower. I take a quick one, and then put on my usual outfit; Ripped jeans, a black hoodie jacket over a gothic purple t-shirt, and some converse sneackers.

I pull my hair back in it's messy, emo-style way, and then put my skull-covered headband on.

I look at myself in the mirror. Tannish skin, an athletic build, cold, dark eyes with ice blue flecks, and my out-of-place becklace. It's a deep purple with gold. An image of an eagle flying around lightning is painted on it. I've no idea what it means.

My name is Veneranda Corriendo, if you haven't already guessed. I'm in this stupid school for bad kids because I stole to survive, and got into fights to make sure no one would mess with me on the streets.

So, am I a troubled girl? Understatement of the Century.