Fighter

I was just throwing a tennis ball in the air when the girls approached. It was a huge group of juniors and I was only a freshman at the time. Little did I know that something horrible was about to happen. It started with the tennis ball. I threw it a little crooked and it hit Bethany Spear in the head. She was a bottle blonde with big green eyes. She was also a VERY popular person. She had turned to me(along with the other girls) and lets just say she ended up with a broken nose and a twisted ankle. I ended up with a small scar on the right side of my right cheek. Stupid fake nails. The other girls ran away. Well, two freshman cheerleaders carried Bethany away. That was how I committed social suicide.

The next week of school I was a social outcast and labeled a freak because I beat up a Barbie. It was self-defense though, right? It was pretty easy to beat her anyway since she was a shopaholic and I was a paid fighter. Literally. I am a street fighter and this is my story.

CHAPTER 1:

Going to school is a real problem for me. Labeled as a bad girl, and avoided because people think that if they talk to me then I will punch them in the face. I probably would if they were like a rapist or a bully, but not some randomer who wanted to know yesterday's homework. I mean, Jesus Christ, I am not a freakin' ax murderer. For me school is full of the occasional pervert looking at my assets, glaring cheerleaders (who don't now how to forgive and forget), and learning. Now don't get me wrong, I have friends, they are just either twice my age, fighters, or my posse of bad apples. I would say gang but you'd probably get the wrong idea and think that I murder people and do whatever the crap they do. Notice my hesitation on cusses. Product of a 5 year-old little sister and a mom who died believing that you should be kind except when you need to be mean. What I mean is that you should be nice unless its self-defense. Lunch is probably my favorite time of the day. My lunch table consists of clichés. The people's looks are very cliché, their love is very cliché, and their personalities are very cliché. There are 6 people at my lunchtime table: Winnie-literary geek, shy girl, nerd, sweetheart, however you want to put it, is in some cliché forbidden romance with our English teacher. Since she has a dead-beat dad, I play the role as her protector. Next we have Bell, if Winnie had to pick a bestie it would be Bell. Bell is like Winnie except Bell is more confident, outgoing, and sarcastic. Bell's love story is probably the most cliché- bad boy. They are a really good couple except they tend to fight a lot but, I am pretty threatening to even Johnny (the lover of Bell) so if he ever cheats I would beat his ass. Melody is probably my best friend. She is a street fighter, too. She, unlike me, is undercover. Ever since (shudder) Max. But, like every secret to make you keep reading, I'll tell you later. Cue evil laugh. The funniest part was, Melody couldn't sing a lick. Which was the reason that I kept earplugs in my car, considering she always sung along to the radio. Melody's cover was a geek. And I mean the whole shebang, 'Star Wars' tees, weird cargo shorts, her dark hair in a ponytail, and her signature fake glasses. She even got brown contacts because her blue eyes were too noticeable. Next we have Azara, the girl who has been through the most. Azara's 'habits' are a rough topic. She used to be pretty big. Which led to stupid artificial girls and stupid donkeys calling her names and bullying and that was what led to her being pushed over the edge. She stopped eating and started self-harming. Let me say this, she was a mess. Her Merida-like hair started falling out and her brown eyes looked almost black. She started getting better when she met Eric. He found out about a few months ago and she just got back from rehab about a month ago. Eric is what some of you strangers would call a stereotypical golden-boy. They met through an English assignment. Yep, Winnie's boyfriend set those two up. Oh, they got a B+ on the paper, just thought I'd let you know. The fifth girl in my introductory is Brea. Brea is what you could call a computer geek. At fights she would tap into street cameras so the cops wouldn't see and therefore is our personal hacker. She looks like a hipster most of the time though. Quote shirts, tie-dyed shorts, over-sized sweaters, fake glasses (like Melody's), and cute sandals. Her brown hair was ombre and her blue eyes had thick mascara rimming them all the time. Even with her Tumblr-like style and quirky OCD habits, we still love her. Last, but not least, is our famous child prodigy. May I introduce, May. Oh, don't you love puns or whatever you call what I just did? May is only 15 while the rest of us are 17. She could've skipped even more grades but she only skipped two so that she could still have a normal life. May was the smartest person in our group, scratch that, smartest person in the school. Even with our different ages, May has always been the mature one of us. She, however, is very much in love. And they are meant to be. His name is Harry, and before all you 1D fan girls can start squealing, no, he is not Harry Styles. And nor does he even look like Harry Styles. So I am sorry if you thought this was going to be a fan-fiction, but I'm pretty sure Harry Styles wouldn't want to hang out with a bunch of everyday teens. Anyway, he is captain of the Mathletes, Debate Club, and the Chess Club. So yeah, in the words of the great Magnus Bane: "Nerd love. It is a beautiful thing, also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated." And before you ask, No, I'm not making fun of their relationship, I'm just quoting something by Magnus because it relates to the subject at hand. Would you look at that, I can be smart, too. Have I mentioned my name? Well it's Wren to those that actually bother to read everything. Anyway, these are my friends who know everything about me and are part of the parts that I don't share usually. Did that make sense, because I'm trying to say that they are a big part of my life.

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A/N

This is my story that I am most proud of right now and I could really use some feedback since the only people that ever read my stories are my friends that I feel weird writing around. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. BTW sorry for the awkward stopping point but I decided I should do more plotting before I continue. This is just an introductory-ish chapter so I promise it will get better.