As I waited in the reception, I tugged the locket around my neck from under my shirt and clicked it open. My brother and me. When we'd met a few years ago, the only time I saw his face except for at his funeral - when I was crying too violently to see his body properly. We both looked so carefree. His handsome face turned to the side, beaming at me. His blue eyes flashing in the autumn sun, his dirty blonde hair pushed over his face by the wind. I'm grinning at the camera, mid laugh, my arms thrown tightly and lovingly around him. I look beautiful in this photo. So happy and delighted, loving my brother with all my might – you can see it on my face. We actually look pretty similar. My hairs in my face because of the wind, long black locks whipped in my eyes. My green eyes, limpid and bright - unaware of the tears they'll be shedding a few years from then. I clicked the locket shut, my eyes watery and took a deep breath – letting it fall back against my chest. We'd been having a picnic in Central Park and asked a passing elderly couple to take our photo – they'd been so kind. At least there were still a few decent people in this world.

My hands gripped my knees and I felt my body shaking, trying not to cry. My chest ached and a tear dripped down my face. I wiped it away and sucked in quick hard breaths slowly forcing myself to calm down.

The door opened and I stood, tugging on my jeans – now an image of casualness. A boy walked out and I felt a spear of hatred and anger rip through my body. My first target. Oh the irony.

He checked me out, very obviously, and I couldn't help but snap,

"What? Still can't admit the fact your gay?!" I could feel the venom in my voice, the vile, raw hatred in my face. He stepped back, shocked and wary then shook his head, giving me a wide birth,

"Freak…"

I stomped right beside him, very hard. He jumped and glaring at me, hurried to the door. I took a deep breath, I couldn't lapse again. I have to stay calm. That little angry outburst could have destroyed all my plans. BUT HE RAPED JAKE!!!! That sentence gnawed through my body, begging me to run after him and pummel the fuck out of his disgusting body. I winced slightly and forced my resisting frame to walk up to the Principals door,

"Sir? I'm Cameron Foster." The name had amused me, since I had been shoved around homes so often.

"Ah, yes, yes, come on in!" He smiled and motioned for me to enter. He was a pot bellied, graying old man and I almost shook my head at the cliché-ness of it all.

I trudged in and got told all the normal stuff, lockers, classrooms, maps ect. I nodded politely along with it all and then skipped out the door into the crowded hallway. I allowed myself a secretive smile. Little did these idiots know that there's a homicidal manic in their school, bent on revenge.

-

It was lunch when the interesting stuff started to happen. Three girls cornered me and asked viciously what my problem was,

"Excuse me?" I smiled at them and they rolled their eyes,

"You nearly attacked Callum! What the hell's your problem bitch?!"

I smiled again, "Whose Callum? I'm sorry but I haven't met anyone by that name – or nearly attacked for that matter." BULLSHIT!

They frowned at me, "But he said…"

I nearly smirked, oh yeah; is actually quite convenient, "Well…there was this one boy who forced himself on me…" I trailed off, tearing my eyes slightly, "He…he was blonde, with green eyes. I…I told him no, but he was mad…he said I'd pay!" I was practically in tears by the end and they gasped, covering me with hugs and coos. I smiled slightly into my hands.

"That sounds like Callum!" One cried angrily as she rubbed my back,

"I know! So he lied to us?!" The girl with her arms around me yelped viciously,

"That bastard will pay!" One growled and the other two joined in, I bit my lips to hide a smile. Ahh, the fickleness of humanity.

-

By the end of the day the rumor was successfully spread. And rumors - as we all know - are little monsters that grow and grow into something ugly and vicious. Normally completely different from how they started…kind of like a demented version of Chinese whispers.

So by the time I caught wind of the rumor again, it had developed into a case of Callum Hardly raping a girl. This satisfied me. Considering the fact that they'd only got the sex wrong. I smiled to myself and put my books in my locker,

"Hey, Cameron!" I turned and smiled. Those cheerleaders had designated themselves to be my friends, and to be honest – I didn't complain. They had power in the social status. I needed that.

"Hi guys!" I shot them a shy smile and they bought it.

Daphne Cheng, black hair, blue eyes, relatively pretty. Major flirt, hosts the best and wildest parties known to Domenic High. Very high on the popularity chart, close friend of Melanie Dash. Perfect.

Gabby Wilder, brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian. Friendly and smart. Head of the newspaper club - known for her gossip column persona. Also perfect.

Tiffany Horton, blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous. Second prettiest girl in Domenic High, behind Melanie. Is cheating with Jack Samuel Wallace on said Melanie. Scary cheerful. Could be useful.

We chatted about inane stuff, me building my image as the shy naïve new girl. I just went along with the conversation, smiling and nodding. That was until Daphne brought up the fact that Callum was thinking about throwing a party this weekend, since his parents were out of town.

I quickly brought myself back into the conversation at that, listening hard, the cogs in my mind slamming ideas together super fast. I restrained my smile and listened, an innocent look on my face. His parents were out of town huh?

"People are still going to go after that rumor?!" Gabby yelped, staring in disbelief – Tiffany looked furious. I watched with a fake fearful expression on my face.

Daphne shrugged, "He's still Callum Hardly, besides it is just a rumor."

She didn't look to happy and rubbed my shoulder slightly, as a comfort I guess. I pretended to bite my lip worriedly, slightly appreciating her thinking of me.

"When's the party?" My quiet voice asked nervously as I played with the binder on my folder.

"Saturday, are…you gonna come with us?" Tiffany asked, worry on her face and tucked a strand of hair out of my eyes. I smiled slightly at her,

"No, I…I think I'll sit it out…"

They smiled at me and we said our goodbyes. I turned from them, a calculating smile on my face and strode towards the doors. Friday, tomorrow. I'll set my plan in motion then. Namely, I'll kill Callum.

I beamed as I walked along the corridor, until I walked into a wall.

"OWWW!" I howled, gripping my nose, "THAT HURT YOU MOTHERFUCKING-!"

I quit my shouting when I opened my eyes to see an amused pair of blue staring into my green. I immediately whipped my hand down and glared at him,

"Dude! Seriously?!"

He grinned at me, some tall strong footballer probably. I rolled my eyes, freezing as they reached the ceiling when I suddenly remembered. Thanks to all my background checks I now knew this was Jack Samuels's best friend, Grey. My eyes flicked to him, oh crap.

Grey Faversham, blue eyes, dirty blonde, resident playboy. If rumors were like mist, you wouldn't be able to see this boy from all of them floating around him, trust me. He's also rich, smart, the works. Fudge monkeys, this is noooot looking good.

I cleared my throat,

"Weeell, this was fun." I spun to leave, after giving such a bad first impression – my real character – I could never use him. Shit.

Someone grabbed my back pack and yanked me; I tilted my head up and glared,

"What do you want dick knob?! I said I was leaving - are you gonna hit a girl?"

He smirked at me in such a way that I knew immediately it was his first attack on poor innocent females, before he…you know, had his way with them…

Well, look, what do you expect? I may be a crazy psycho killer, but I'm not exactly…eloquent when it comes to stuff like that.

"I dunno, if you're into that kind of foreplay." He grinned and I slitted my eyes at him,

"Oh you sooo did not just go there."

"Hmm, seems that I did." He faked surprise and I turned in his grip, sending a firm punch to his gut. He winced, so I knew it hurt, but he didn't double over. His face twisted though and he let out a pained breath – I grinned at him.

"No thank-you." I gave him an innocent look that I know he didn't believe, "I'm not that kind of girl." Then I sauntered off down the hall and out the door.

Quite a successful first day, everything just seems to be working out, I smiled to myself as I walked down the road humming.

Weeeell, what do you think? It would be good to hear; otherwise it might be pointless to continue. So thank you x)