AN: So I m new to this community. To start, this is always in third person, omniscient or not. Second, there is a timeline, but it s hard to follow. I just needed somewhere to put these badfics and get them outta my head. :D Crappy drabble...

Ariana stared around her Geomotry class. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to get the annoying feeling of being tired out of them. Rolling her eyes, she looks over at the girl sprawled over the two desks, invading Ariana s personal space. Anime addict... Ariana thought snidely, watching as the girl next to her drew the curves of the kinky school girl outfit. She saw one of the boys peeking behind the girl, Taryn, and stared at the picture of the pig-tailed adorned blonde.

Yup, it was Ariana s usual morning hell. The teacher went on about variables and exponents, nervously playing with the bracelet around her neck. She was a first year teacher, and knew that all the kids hated her and her subject. She just wanted to get her goddamned paycheck.

Ariana watched, almost deaf, as the class know-it-all tried to teach the class. Her eyes traveled off to see the resident ditz, Jasmine, play with her friend Kit s hair. Kit looked annoyed for a second, before returning to the note she was writing. Kit passed it on to Pearl, the class flirt with a horrible name. Pearl didn t notice at first, since she was too busy subtly sticking her butt into Sterling s face. Even though she had a boyfriend but her butt was her only asset. But her nickname Pear Necklace had to have come from somewhere.
Pearl read the note, made a small snorting noise and looked over at one of the nerdier boys. He was too busy watching Jasmine s hair, glistening in the artificial light, being flipped over her shoulder flirtourisly. Jasmine winked at said boy, before doing a complete 180 in her chair and personality. She made a gagging face and they all tittered, sounding like horses.

Graceful.

Ariana glanced over at the boy, Casey, two rows down. He was picking at the heel of his purple boots before shaking his eccentric little head. Casey noticed Ariana's I'm-pissed-off-leave-me-alone look. He knew all of his enemies must have a name, tangible or not. Casey turned his head over to the teacher again and fell into another stupor.

'So much for a savior...'

Ariana was ready to start a stabbing fest. She could feel her fingers clench and she had to think good, happy thoughts.

It was going to be a long 15 minutes.