The Shadow Troupe

Transferee

~For being the first fan~

Alrighty! First chapter, done by muah: VampsRfurSUCKERZ! er, Tisiphone. >:}

Pronunciations:

 Tisiphone = Tiss-IF-oWn-EE

 Alloe = ALL- owe

 Allecto = Al-ECKed-oh

 Harbringere = Har-bring-er (self explanitory) 

Megaera = Meh-ja-Air-AH

Fowl = Foul (duh) 

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     "You. I thought I told you to get up," A high pitched voice barked. I lifted my head from the desk table, staring bored at a girl. Ah yes, 'the popular one'. What I wouldn't care to give away for one measly half hour in the dark with her. A half hour of her screams, feeling the pain as I continuously stick her with large needles, I might even set those needles to flames to, 'see the bright side of things'. I grinned evily at the thought, mentally laughing.

     It was the best time of the year, when we get to go to school and challenge our minds. Working hard, getting good grades, making new friends—ain't it just the best?  

     Um, not.

     More like getting detention, wasting my time, straining to hear a teacher over the loud mouthing of brats-er, I mean 'mature and educated teenagers' (pfft). And there's one right in front of me, probably thinking she's better than everyone here, what with the high grades, the honor roll, her face on the principle's desk. I mean, his own daughter's picture was thrown in the trash just to make room for her's. But I knew her secret, then again, who didn't? And boy was it a dirty one too, but to give her what she deserves, I'll go ahead and let her continue her nasty habit. It'll bite her in the ass soon. Karma always does. Then again, why not I do the work of my idol?

     I smiled at the thought.

     I watched her for a while, wanting her to be pissed for just a little longer. Hell, that's why I stole 'her' seat in the first place. She sighed loudly, making sure it was dramatic of course. 

     I pursed my lips and squinted one of my eyes, faking a look of thought as she tapped her high healed, manicured toes on the freshly cleaned tiled floor of the classroom. She crossed her arms over her overly exposed chest, but not before she flipped her bright, obviously dyed, blond hair over her shoulder. I couldn't help but find myself gazing at her though, she was pretty... if you're into 'fake'. She wore a lot of make-up, her skin was perfectly smooth yet powdery from the bogus amount of blush she used, her eyes a color-contact blue, and her red lipstick-covered lips were plump and hydrated. 

     Her look practically screamed 'darling', and yet her trap hadn't. She was all a Danny could ask for, the perfect image of a Sandy. But I'm sure Sandy didn't come with a smart attitude and a boldness for 'flirtatious' acts. This car isn't rolling that way, babe, and sure as hell ain't that 'Grease-y'.

     "Alright, if you say so...Rizzo." I said, putting my hands on the table and standing from her seat.

     She scoffed as I passed by her to get to my own seat. "What did you just call me, Tiffany Hall?" She yapped.

     I flinched at the sound of the stupid mistake. I turned around with a deathly glare shooting her way. With her stupid high heals, her height floated just above my head. Hmph, so you need help, shorty? I mentally laughed at the thought, disregarding Allie, my friend's, stocky height.