Romeo and Juliet Gone Bad.

1. New School.

Juliet's POV:

Today was the big day. My first day at Carry Nation High Academy.

It was supposed to be like this really prestigious school where only the best went to.

I guess I was one of the best then.

I scoffed at the idea as I got ready for my first day.

The only reason I had to go to this school, is because I was expelled from my old one.

Everyone is town or probably the continent knew I was a trouble maker.

Not in a bad way, but let's just say that one too many fights was enough for them to send me packing.

In my own defence, the girl got what she deserved since she started it.

I pulled my hair in a messy ponytail as I pulled my clothes on.

It was nothing fancy. Just a black crop top with the words 'Incoming Trouble' on it with black skinny jeans.

I topped the look off with my black vans and leather jacket.

I decided to leave my hair in a messy ponytail and put on some mascara and lipgloss.

I wasn't much of a dresses and make up kind of girl.

My mom called it a fashion crime against women, I called it being unique.

You see I was headed to a really old fashioned school.

It wasn't an Amish school or anything weird like that. It was just old fashioned.

There, girls were forced to wear dresses all the time.

It didn't matter to them if your dresses were skin tight or loose as a sack.

It didn't even matter if it was too short to even be called a dress or if it made you look like a prude.

Just so long as you wore a dress.

Me? I didn't do the whole dress thing.

To be honest, I didn't do the whole rules of school, society and life thing either.

You could say I was a bit of a rebel, but I saw it as a challenge.

I mean where's the fun in following the rules anyway.

"Let's get going, Trouble.", my brother, Jake, yelled from downstairs.

I grabbed my stuff and hurried out of the room.

Jake was already waiting for me in the kitchen with my sister.

I just had to roll my eyes at what she was wearing.

She had a light baby blue dress on with matching high heels.

Her make up was done to perfection and her honey blonde hair styled to hang perfectly past her shoulders.

She was such a little rule follower that it was sometimes down right annoying.

My brother on the other was a little of both a rule follower and a breaker.

He followed some rules while he would break others.

Like the rule that guys had to wear ties to school.

He was breaking that particular rule by wearing a white tight fitting tank top that showed off his muscles and blue jeans with white vans and leather jacket.

His black hair hang slightly over his green eyes.

"See you later, Ma.", my sister greeted our mother.