A/N: Holy cow. I think I’m back now; I’ve taken an long enough break from fp. Alrighty, I was just refreshing my memory of my stories and I was shocked at the amount of errors I had, so here’s a tidied up version of the first chapter. Hope it makes a little more sense. Oh yeah, there's some language in here. Sorry for all you people who don't approve, but it becomes her. Enjoy!

Chapter 1- She-Devil and Bastard Boy

This fucking school is a pain in the ass. Whoever built this school must have had some serious lapse of thought, because they built a goddamn twelve floor, thirty classrooms per floor building, for a school with a population of approximately two thousand students. Do you see something wrong here, or is it just me? I’ve been wandering the school for the past hour trying to find the main office that’s supposedly on the first floor. This is pathetic. I’m a senior, and I really don’t want to be here, new school and the whole nine yards shit. I blame all of this on my dysfunctional family, but I’ll get to that later. First I got to find the damned principal and get my schedule before fourth period. I can’t miss all my classes on the first day, not that I wouldn’t want to, but it’d be unethical and shit to skip every subject before I find which ones are the biggest waste of time. I’m getting desperate, and to my relief, I sighted a kid down the hall, and flagged him over.

“Hey you!” I yelled. Not surprisingly, the kid didn’t turn. “You with the blue polo and Vans. Come over here! I need your help!”

Finally the dipshit decided to notice and turned to face me. “You talking to me?” he muttered.

“No, I was referring to my best friend Chuck over here.” I motioned to the empty space by my side. “I go everywhere with Chuck. Can’t live without him. Yes, I’m talking to you. Can you tell me which way to the main office?”

“It’s down the hall, to your right. Can’t miss it.” He drawled lazily.

“What the hell do you mean ‘you can’t miss it’?! Do you have any idea how long I’ve spent on this floor trying to find the damned office?” I shouted at him. “In the past hour, I’ve circled this floor hundreds of times and I still haven’t found it yet!”

“That takes some serious talent, girl. The office is behind the big doors with the humongous sign that says ‘Main Office’ in big bold letters you can see from a mile away. You know, it’s says the letters M-A-I-N then, there’s a space, and more letters that say O-F-F-I-C-E.” He pointed past my shoulder, and I twirled around to see what he was pointing at.

A wooden plaque-like thing jutted from the top of a doorframe about fifty yards down the hall. Embossed on it were the words ‘Main Office.’

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” He sneered at me and walked away.

I blinked twice at his retreating back before it dawned on me that he had make fun of me, albeit indirectly, but he had, so he had to pay. No one EVER insults me. I was about to yell something at his back, but he had already turned the corner and disappeared from my view. “Whatever,” I grumbled as I walked towards my latest discovery.

How the fuck did I manage to miss that? Wow. I’m REALLY pathetic. God. The thing was so large a blind person could’ve fucking read the sign. Damn. Damn. Damn.

I looked at the double doors glaring at me as I stood under the plaque. I’m not scared of you. Oh well. Here goes nothing. I heaved at the oak door and stepped inside. The beige walls reflected the soft light, surrounding the secretary’s desk, giving the illusion that the woman was somehow holy. Yeah right. What a load of touchy crap. I can’t believe I just thought that. SO unlike me.

“Um, hello? It’s my first day of school here and I need to speak with the principal. His request. Name’s Vanessa Fabry.”

The lady looked inquiringly at me, no doubt to ponder over my choice of dress. I must admit that black was not my color, but I was feeling foul, so black it was. The top was tight, contrasting slightly with my tanned arms. My black jeans fit snugly and flared out at the bottoms leading right to my leather boots. My dark brown, almost black hair which reached midway down my back was pulled into a ponytail. Not too fancy, but comfortable, plus it wouldn’t attract any attention. Definitely the best outfit for first day of school.

“Take a seat honey, while I call up Mr. Hendle. I’m sure he’s anxious to meet with you, seeing that you are the last newcomer to arrange an appointment with him.” The lady sneered at me before picking up the phone and dialed an extention to reach the office twenty feet down the hall. What a stupid bitch. The goddam office was ten steps away. She couldn’t just poke her head into his office and ask? Stupid blonde woman.

“Hello, Mr. Hendle? There is a new student waiting outside. Would you like to see her?” she asked in a painfully high pitched voice. Damn that was phony. How can the guy stand that shrill voice in his ear? I hate this school. I really do.

“Mr. Hendle says you can go in. It’s the first door to your left.” She muttered darkly at me. I couldn’t help but smirk at her as I slung my bag over my shoulder and moseyed over to the “first door on the left.”

Without knocking, I smacked the door aside and walked in. The man’s head snapped up at my arrival, and irritation filled his eyes. “Hello. You must be Ms. Vanessa Fabry. Am I correct?” he asked in an equally grating voice as his damned secretary. Now I know why he hired her. They matched like two peas in a pod.

“Yes. That would be correct. I’m Vanessa Fabry, and you must be the principal.”

“You will address me as ‘sir’ from now on. And I expect you to knock before you barge in like that ever again. Do I make myself clear, miss?” he glowered.

Sheesh. What’s got his briefs in a twist? He was the one who “invited” me to this meeting in the first place. Give me a break. “Um.”

He waited for my response. His bald head was starting to glisten as sweat beaded the shiny dome. Does he realize that it’s about a hundred and five degrees in here? Or does he just wear that nasty three piece pin-stripe suite for his health? Either way, he looks like a prep without the preppy taste. Actually, I don’t think he has any at all. Who the fuck wears pinstripes to school? For some odd reason, he reminded me of Penguin. Don’t ask where that thought came from. It was just there.

“Ms. Fabry. I’m waiting for your answer to my question. I don’t like to wait for people to reply.” He growled.

Or at least that’s what I think he was trying to do. It sounded more like he was trying to clear his throat but ended up choking.

“Uh. Yeah, sure. Whatever. I’m hearing you, loud and clear.”

“You are to address me from now on as ‘sir!’ And do not EVER speak like that to me. Got it?”

“Uh, yes.” I mumbled. “Sir.”

“Better. Okay. I just wanted to make sure you are up to par with the rest of the school. I want to welcome you to Kishore Academy, the best private school in the state. We uphold the molding of fine gentlemen and in your case, ladies of tomorrow’s world. I expect you to follow all the rules accordingly, and not to stain our reputation. With that said, I hope you have a wonderful year. Here is your schedule and a map of the school to help you navigate your way around our campus. You can find your dorm posted on the girls dormitory wall in the West Building. You’re already late for class, but I’ll write you a note explaining your lateness.” With that said, he abruptly turned back to his paperwork and left me to ponder my actions as I meandered through the halls, trying to decipher where my second period AP Physiology class was.

- - - 15 Minutes Later - - -

Whoever wrote the map for the school must have been in the cahoots with the damned architect. Obviously they planned for it to be unreadable and therefore a useless piece of crap, just like everything else in this school and life. How am I going to find classroom 692 on floor F, if there are no signs on the halls to tell me where I’m supposed to go. I’m smart, but not freaking psychic! These people should burn eternally in the fiery pits of hell as I search for my damned room. Through my burning anger towards the founders and builders of the school, I spotted a number on the door that read ‘692F.’ Holy Shit. I just found my class. Maybe someone up there is feeling generous today and decided to give me a break for once. I sure as hell deserve one.

Once again, my impeccable manners prevailed as I threw open the door and barged in like a bull in full heat. Crickets chirped as I turned to the teacher. She threw daggers at me with her glare as she skimmed down the attendance list. “Ms. Fabry I assume?”

“Uh huh. That’s me. Here’s a late note.” I handed her the crumpled scrap of paper that Penguin wrote for me as I waited for her to direct me to a seat, not that it wasn’t obvious I would be sitting in the front next to…be still my heart. I think I’m gonna die. You know what I said earlier about someone up there feeling generous? I think he was just playing a sick joke on me. There in the front of the class sat, I’ll give you one guess. Yup. Mr. Polo’s with Vans, all complete with his damned smirk. I glared at him, hoping lightning would strike him dead this second, before I realized the woman was talking to me.

“Excuse me Ms. Fabry. I am talking to you!”

“Oh, sorry. I was kind of spaced out there. What’d you want?”

“I do not allow space cadets in my class, and I asked you why you are giving me this note. It says it’s for first period, but you are in my second period class.”

“I missed first period, so the note is now for second period. May I take a seat now?” I trudged over to “my seat” and plopped down into the hard chair, ignoring the shocked stares of my fellow classmates and teacher. After I took the time to pull out my binder, pencil and a black leather binder, I settled into the hard butt-rest as best as I could. My fingers caressed the faded black cover, worn from love and constant opening. The she devil turned back to the blackboard, continuing to scrawl in her hurried manner before I walked in. I turned my attention to the beloved binder in my hand as I unzipped it, turning to a blank page in the sketchpad inside.

My pencil flew across the page, flying like a hawk soaring freely but purposefully, while I was lost in my la-la land, drawing to my little heart’s content. Well, that as, I was peacefully drawing until something sharp prodded me in the elbow. I yelped in shock and surprise as a stray ugly grey line streaked across the page, marring half and hour’s worth of work.

“Miss Fabry! What is the matter now? Can you not be respectful for a single class period?” the She-Devil yelled.

“It’s not my fault that the idiot next to me decided to prod me with his pen as if I was his lab specimen.” I retorted, glaring at the smirking boy twirling the offending weapon in one hand.

“Mr. Cramer, is this true?” she demanded, swinging her gaze to the ass sitting to my right. I grinned as he squirmed in discomfort under her sharp glare.

“Um.” He muttered.

“Mr. Cramer, answer my question. Is it true that you prodded Miss Fabry with your pen?”

“I did . however, I did it to get her to pay attention. She was doodling in her book.” He reached over towards me.

Oh hell no. He is not going to do what I think he is. I was about to scream in his ugly face as I watched his hand close over the binder in slow motion. No freaking way. I don’t believe he just did that! My eyes shifted from the book in his hands to Ms. Ravyn. She was livid and stalked over to the jackass and swiped my precious baby from his filthy vile hands.

She flipped through the binder’s contents before screeching, “Ms. Fabry, you are not allowed to doodle in my class!”

She threw it at her desk, twenty feet away, but missed by a nautical mile. If it wasn’t my binder she was chucking like a piece of garbage, I would have laughed. The desk was ten steps away. How on earth could she miss? Anyway, I watched in horror as the binder spun through the air, flying across the room in a not so graceful arch and landed with a sickening crash, or at least I thought it was sickening. Papers flew in every which direction, drifting around lazily so far away from me. My heart squeezed in pain as I watched, and clenched my fists, shaking with rage.

That fucking bitch! I can’t believe she had toe nerve to throw my work like that. Who the fuck does she think she is? Oh, I’m going to make her life a living hell for that. It’s SO on now. Oh yeah, and the asswipe sitting less than two feet away with a triumphant smirk had better watch out too. This is WAR!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and my head swiveled around to see what was happening. A girl in a neon green T-shirt bent down and picked up all my papers, stacking them neatly and returned them safely into the binder, zipping it up afterwards. She better not take anything.

I tried to catch her eye the remaining ten minutes of hell, but alas, my efforts were in vain. Damn that girl. Why won’t she look my way? The last ten minutes of physiology were pure torture. My hands itched to move across a page, but I had nothing to draw on. I must have glanced at the clock a hundred times before the period was over.

As the bell rung, I jumped out of my seat along with my classmates as well as the particular girl in the neon green. She out the damn door before I took two steps. Dang, she goes fast.

Behind me I heard the She-Devil call out “Vanessa, please stay for a moment. I want to have a little chat with you.”

Like hell I would. After what you did? Maybe I’ll book an appointment with you…after Hell freezes over of course. Pssh. What a joke. I kept running, keeping the girl in my view. I needed to get that binder back. It was my life, dammit.

I chased her to the other side to the building and into a student packed stairwell. She made her way up two floors and stepped through the wooden doorway on floor H. The eighth floor was much emptier than any others for some reason, but it wasn’t a deserted, empty type of floor. Instead, it emanated a sort of calm and peace that soothed my agitation of both chasing this mysterious student, meeting the She-Devil so early in the morning, and the number one bastard of the day. The lights were yellow tinged, softly reflecting off the burnt orange floor and beige walls gave me a feeling of safety and welcome that I sorely missed since setting foot in this goddam school, and even since the day that I got taken by my father. I heard the soft tread of the girl’s converse’s and hurried to her side. She stopped fifteen feet in front of me, at a secluded wall of lockers that had but one lock, which she was standing in front of.

“Hey.”

She twirled around; startled that someone was in the vacant hall. However, she visibly relaxed when she saw it was only me. “Hey, it’s you.”

“Um. Can I have my binder back?” I stuck out my hand in demand for the said item.

“Oh yeah. I almost forgot.” She dug into her bag and pulled out my binder. A swell of joy filled my chest as I saw the familiar item in her hands, unscratched and in the same condition it had been in before the she-devil chucked it.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I took a look at some of them when I was putting them back. They’re really good.”

“They’re nothing. Just a couple of doodles I do in class to keep me from being bored to tears.” I muttered, embarrassed that someone complimented me on my work. Sure. Who was I kidding? My chest swelled with pride as she complimented me. I worked damned hard on every one of my drawings. I loved my sketches just as much as I loved everything else I did. Art was my passion…as if you haven’t figured that out yet.

“Uh huh. Stop fishing for compliments. I know you love your sketches. I would’ve paid a million dollars and a couple of fingers to bet that you would kill that bitch the first chance you get for doing that to your stuff. The look on your face was priceless when she chucked it.”

“All right. Fine. So I was fishing. But thanks though.” A sense of happiness wormed its way into my heart, or at least I think it was my heart. It’s not that I’ve never been complimented on my art skills, ‘cause I get it a lot, but she seemed sincere and really cared. It’s been a while since someone was really interested in me and my art, and not at the newfound status of my dad. I grimaced as I thought dad. What a joke. Some dad he was. “I’m going to make life a living hell for the She-Devil and that bastard who sold me out. They better hope they die soon, because their lives are going to be so miserable, it’s better to endure an eternity in hell than the next year with me.”

She laughed at my threats, “Katie Sanders.”

“Huh?” I glanced up started out of my thoughts.

“I’m Katie Sanders.”

“Oh yeah, Ms. Fabry.” I imitated Ms. Ravyn’s snotty voice. Katie laughed at my poor imitation and shook her head.

“That uptight bitch. What’s your first name?”

“Oh yeah that. Vanessa.”

I surveyed her as she did the same me. She wore a neon green shirt that I had tracked all the way up here. Her cargoes dragged on the floor, the ends covering her entire shoe. She wore her flaming red hair down, where it reached just past her shoulders. Now you know how I managed to track her all the way up here through the sea of people. Her pale cheeks glowed sort of ethereally, so I guess she didn’t get out much, but who am I to judge? She was a little shorter than me, so I suppose she’s about 5’11”, and not wearing any heels. I’m 6 feet exact, and proud of ever inch of me.

“What class do you have next?” I muttered.

“I’ve got Econ. With Dr. Schoener. How about you?”

I dug through my bag, pulling out a crumpled schedule and tried to make out the miniscule words that dotted the page. “I think I have that too. How do we get there?”

I glared at my incomprehensible map, turning it in all directions in a vain attempt to read it. The thing was more of a piece of modern art than a freaking map.

“What the hell is that thing?” Katie pointed to the “map” I was holding.

“It’s a map. What does it look like to you? Never mind. Don’t answer that question.” I mumbled quickly as I saw her upraised eyebrow.

“Just follow me. I’ll get us there before the bell rings. Its better that you aren’t late again, and don’t cause any more commotion. Once with the She-Devil was enough.” She laughed at my huff, and walked down the hall, dragging me in tow. Literally.

It’s nice to know that there are some nice people in this crap place. And by some I mean a grand total of one person so far. The rest are such assholes. This is going to be a fun year.

A/N: Hola it’s me again. Lol. Long time no see? I’ve died over the summer. But I’m back, and I plan to continue with what I’ve already started…god, I’ve promised that a million times already, but I’ll actually do it this time!!! BELIEVE in ME!! Lol. So anyways. What do you think of this new story I put up? Like it? Dislike it? Tell me plz!! Hope to hear from you.