the freshman.
Late again.
He had been at Hawethorne Academy for four years and still, there was not one day that he ever made it early to class.
After sneaking into the campus through a hole in the fence hidden behind the trees, he ran acros the campus to the other side where his homeroom was located. As his hand reached out to push the building door open, he heard an authoratative voice behind him, yelling, "Hey you!"
But he ignored them.
If it was a dean, he would rather run and risk getting caught than not even try and end up with detention.
His legs carried him down an empty hallway, his blue eyes catching a glimpse behind him ocassionally, to check that he wasn't being followed.
Suddenly, he felt himself collide with something or someone, and there was a lous thud when they both hit the ground. Around them scattered several books, which he assumed blonged to the person he knocked over. He never carried books around with him.
"Sorry." He told her, blue eyes meeting hers. It was a young girl with eyes peeled in shock. He had never seen her before, which made him conclude that she was a freshman.
"Its okay." She sqeaked shyly.
He quickly got back on his feet and helped pick up her books. "Here are your things." He handed them to her. "And stop looking so scared." He told her with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "The first day is always the toughest, but try to smile and put on a brave face. If they sense your fear, they'll eat you alive. Especially The Bitches."
"But everyone's afraid of them." She pointed out.
"So you've heard of them?"
She nodded, "Everyone knows about them."
"My mates and I aren't afraid of them." He told her.
"You're the first." A small smile made its way onto her lips. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she told him. "I should get to class. I don't want to miss homeroom."
Luke was just about to reply to her when he saw her eyes widen again at something behind him. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and jumped about ten feet into the air. A deep voice said, "Alright, Hemmings, lets go get you your detention slip. You're late again."
She watched as he was being dragged down the hall towards the attendance office.
A short way down the hallway, Luke called out, "What's your name, freshie?"
"Lexie." She responded.
"I'm Luke." He said, before he was all the way on the other side of the hall and the dean pushed him inside the office.
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The three girls which formed the clique called The Bitches sat in a small conferrence room in the main building of the school.
They never showed up to homeroom class and never got punished for it.
"Have you girls checked out the freshies this year? We need a good one to join our clique." The oldest of them, named Clary, commented. She picked at the fruit on her plate with a silver fork and once she chose one to her liking, she plopped it into her mouth with a smile. Her blonde hair with hot pink highlights bounced lightly as her head turned from left to right, looking at her two other counterparts.
"I think Taty should pick us a freshie. She can relate to them more. She was one of them last year." Rose, who was a British girl that had moved to Sydney since the beginning of high school, commented in her proper English.
The youngest of the group, the sophomore looked at the two of them and shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, but you guys can't complain if you don't like who I choose."
Clary pointed at Taty with her shiny fork. "We trust you, right Rose?"
Rose nodded, pushing a strand of curly red hair away from her face. Smacking her lips together, she said, "Besides, if we don't like our new little bitch in training, we can just replace her."
It had been a whole year with them, and still, it sometimes sent a shiver down her spine, the way Clary and Rose refered to people.
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During lunch, Taty strolled the hallways casually. All eyes were on her. As part of The Bitches, all the other girls wanted to be her and all the boys wanted her.
She watched all freshman girls go by until one finally caught her attention.
She was pretty; long brown hair styles into soft curls, bright carmel colored eyes, cream colored skin, she was the right height, the right weight. Taty immediately knew she had potential to be their freshman bitch and she knew Clary and Rose would approve.
"Hey." She approached the freshman with a big smile.
The girl looked over her shoulder a few times before realizing Taty was talking to her. "Hello?"
"You're Lexie Campbell, right?" Taty asked.
"Yes...Why?"
"Clary, Rose, and I want you to sit with us." Linking arms with her, she dragged her to the lunch area where the two older Bitches were waiting.
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SO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE COOL TO POST THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THIS STORY.
AND YEAH, I DECIDED TO INCLUDE MYSELF CAUSE I REALLY LIKE ASHTON AND I WANTED TO BE IN A FANFIC WITH HIM.
ANYWAY, JUST WANTED YOU ALL TO HAVE A TASTE OF THIS STORY.
I HOPE YOU LIKED IT.
I KNOW ITS A BIT FILLER-ISH, BUT IT'LL GET BETTER AS IT GOES ON.
SO ON THE SIDEBAR, I WILL POST A PICTURE OF 'THE BITCHES' SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE. CLARY WILL BE THE ONE WITH BLONDE HAIR, ROSE WILL BE THE RED HEAD, TATY WILL BE THE TALL BRUNETTE, AND LEXIE WILL BE THE SHORTER BRUNETTE.
THOSE GIRLS ARE FROM A NOVELA CALLED 'CAMALEONES'. I DO NOT OWN THEM OR THEIR CHARACTERS IN THE NOVELA.
I JUST WANT THEM TO REPRESENT MY CHARACTERS WHO WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THEM.
THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT.
I LOVE YOU.
-CLARY xx
