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Chapter One

New school, new life, thought Arabella, looking at the flat, sprawling building in front of her. After moving from a small town In Vermont to Cleveland, Ohio, her parents made the decision to finally stop homeschooling her and put her in the public school system. She hadn't eaten breakfast that morning; her nerves were going wild and her hands were shaking like crazy. She looked slightly awkward amongst all the other students, unsure of where to go or what to do and looking somewhat underdressed in her casual hoodie and skinny jeans. Yeah... I get the feeling today isn't going to go too well.

She looked down at her map and headed into the building, eventually making her way to the main office. The lady at the desk was busy with another student, a boy who looked like the stereotypical rich "pretty boy." His blonde hair was cut short and his bright blue eyes were narrowed in annoyance. "What do you mean, I can't park there?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Matthews, but you can't park on school campus without a permit." A small sign on her desk read "Mrs. Waverly."

"Do you even know who I am?" He practically shouted at her, making the small woman jump a little. "My father gives more money to this school than all your other people combined! Do you have any idea what-"

"Hey, lay off," said Arabella, stepping into the argument. "It's not her fault the school rules are the way they are. And just because your father is who he is doesn't make you anything spceial, so why don't you just fill out a parking permit like the rest of us yeah?" She normally wasn't one to get into the middle of things like this, but she hated to see adults disrespected. "They're right there on the desk."

"B*tch," he snarled, then stormed out, roughly taking one of the permits off the pile of them on the desk on his way and causing the rest to fall to the ground.

Arabella bent down and started picking them up, and Mrs. Waverly came around to help. "Thank you dear," she said with a friendly smile. "It's good to know not everyone's intimidated by him. Now, how can I help you?"

"Oh, um, my name is Arabella Johansen and I'm new here. I was told this is where to pick up my schedule?"

"Oh yes. Here you go darling, lovely name by the way."

Arabella smiled. "Thank you. Have a nice day."

"Oh you too, sweetheart."

Arabella walked out of the office with a smile on her face as she read her schedule; four English-related classes and the rest were ones she didn't mind all too much. Creative Writing, Geometry, Philosophy, Chemistry, Philosophy, Spanish II, and Genre Studies and Literature; her locker was number 838.

She headed down to her locker and dialed in the combination printed on the paper; 13-24-35. Easy enough, she thought, putting in a few notebooks and a few pens since she hadn't had any of her classes yet. She then threw her backpack over her shoulder and slammed her locker shut, ready to find room 210 for her first class. She let out a gasp of surprise as she recognized the boy from the office. "So you little b*tch, your first day here and you've already made an enemy of me," he said, pinning her against the lockers.

"Let go of me," she hissed.

"I don't think I will little girlie. Because, you see, I have a reputation to uphold. And I don't like people messing with it." His blue eyes were cold and threatening.

"So what're you gonna do, beat me up? Oh yeah, I think that'll do wonders for your reputation," she replied, trying to shove him off.

"Ah yes. There's the problem," he said, overpowering her and stroking her cheek softly while she struggled against him. "But you see, there isn't really one at all. Because why ruin your pretty little face... When I can tell the entire school what a dirty little slut you are."