Enemies

Perseverance~

I hate my name. I have no idea what it means. Yeah, you're like, what stupid seventh grade girl doesn't know what perseverance means? Truth is, I never bothered. I'm not one of those nerd girls who raises their hands to every single question and gets straight A's on my report card; I'm more of like that girl in your school who has always been popular. I'm in a clique; Led by yours truly, of course.

Like I said, I hate my name. I go by Revi. Much better. Don't ever call me my real name. I only let off first-dayers, sixth-graders and under. Other than that? Then if you call me Perseverance, girl, you're dead.

Veralyn~

Hey, yo. Sport's my thing. People who don't know me or haven't yet seen my wardrobe would be all; Veralyn's a nice, fancy, pretty, girly girl name. She must be so into sewing; or something of that sort. She presumably has no idea whatsoever of the term 'sports' Oh gee, I'm so smart! Yadda yadda yadda. Yeah . . . Nice girly name. Thanks a lot, Mom. Note sarcasm.

Yeah. I'm Veralyn Ralace. Fancy, and the complete opposite of me. I go by Ralyn. Vera; heck no. Too fancy. I have other reasons too. Lyn? Too short—and fancy. What's left: Ralyn.

One more thing peeps: Mess with me—the Ralyn Ralace—and you'll regret it. Cross my heart, and hope to die. No one gets away with it.

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Author's Note- My first story! This is only the prologue. Please do not let this judge your thoughts of this story. I know it's short. But it's the prologue, and I can't give everything away, right? Anyways, read and review!

~Emmeline Alicia Mary