Harleen Quinzel is a former competitive dancer who moves to Gotham City. What will happen when some of DC Comics most famous heros and villains are met with some real teenager problems?
I wake up to the loud and very annoying sound of my digital alarm clock on my nightstand. I look over. The time read 6:30. Feeling very confused and groggy I get up out of bed. Why was my alrm clock set to 6:30? I normally get up at 8.
Hi, my name is Harleen Quinzel, but my friends call me Harley. I just moved to Gotham City from New York a couple weeks ago. In New York, I was a champion competitive dancer. I quit because everything was getting too easy. And i'm homeschooled by my mom.
But anyways, I couldn't figure out why I had to wake up so early. Normally, my lessons with mom don't start until 9.
I walked downstairs to see my mom making coffee and breakfast.
"Morning mom." I say groggily
"Morning sweetie. Why aren't you dressed!?"
Now i'm really confused. I don't remember anything we had to do today.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, your father must have forgotten to tell you. Not surprising because he's a worthless piece of trash. You start school today at Gotham High!" my mother replies excitedly.
"WHAT!!!"
I immediately run upstairs. I cannot be starting school today! Nonetheless, I quickly run to my closet trying to pick out something decent to wear. I decide on a red and black three quarter sleeve top, my black ripped jeans, and my black converse.
After I get dressed,I brush my teeth, and wash my face. Then I brush my long, staight, brown hair that falls to my waist. I looked in the mirror an stared at my pale complexion and my bright blue eyes, trying to figure out how I should do my makeup. I put on some moisterizer and apply some eyeshadow. I then put on some winged eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick.
I turn to look at my clock. The time reads 7:15 am. I run downstairs, grab my backpack and go to the kitchen to grab a banana. I run outside and jump on my black Harley (I know, I couldn't resist!) and put on my red helmet. I did know where Gotham High was, thankfully, because we took a tour there so I could see where my classes. I did know that I would be going to a real highchool, but I didn't think I would start right when I got to Gotham!
Once I get into the school parking lot, I park my motercycle and head into the front office. As I walk, I see that this highschool is straight out of a cliche movie. There is a group of jocks throwing a football and cheerleaders gossiping on the quad. There is a group of nerds only recognizable by their books in place of their smart phones.
Finally I reach the office. There I find a middle age woman behind the reception desk wearing a huge smile.
"Hello ther sweetie! How can I help you?"
"Hya! My names Harleen Quinzel. I'm new and I just need my class schedule."
"Sure honey!" she said as she handed me my schedule.
"Thanks. Nice to meetchya!" I yelled as I ran down the hallway.
As I ran I bumped into something warm and hard.
"Hey! Watch where your...."
I looked up and saw the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen.
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"He-y i'm so sorry" I stuttered to the nameless boy with bright green eyes and dark brown hair.
"It's fine pumpkin." He smirked while he said this. He was even hotter when he smirked!
