A young girl grudgingly left the sanctuary of the bus. Sighing, she trudged through the grass and up to the school, her black puffy tail swishing in annoyance.

School… why did anyone ever think of something as horrible as school?

She briskly tossed her white, feathers hair back over her shoulder to swish behind her in its ponytail. Her flashing eyes were the most peculiar things about her, they were silver cat-slit eyes, but around the silver was a thick band of cerulean. The other students gave her looks as she stormed by them.

As soon as she entered the door to the school, she shook her wings and made the “disappear” so that they would not be a nuisance during class. Grunting, she stomped up the stairs to where her lockers were. She had two, the first had all of her electronics and the second had all of her school stuff. First she went to her electronic locker and traded her “dead” CD player for a fully charged one, some CD’s, and her laptop. She slammed the locker shut, making the few kids in the hall jump.

Next she opened up her “school” locker. She grabbed her books that she would need for the day. Then, as an after thought, she grabbed her file-folder. Digging through them, she grabbed some papers, an essay on the French Revolution and a persuasive essay on allowing kids to listen to CD players in class.

Grinning, she tossed it all into her backpack and onto her shoulder. She always had backup homework. When she was younger and willingly took honors and was a goody goody, she did extra homework; stuff that she would never had turned in because there was no time.

Just a she closed her locker the bell rang, signaling it was time for her English class. She crinkled her nose as she reluctantly crossed the thresh way from sanctuary to imprisonment. By the mood in the classroom, she already knew that she was going to be horrible bored with what the teacher was going to do today. She shuffled her was to the very back of the room, where her claimed seat was.

She flopped down just as the last student came in and the door closed, indicating impending doom. A new student stood at the front of the classroom to introduce himself. By his expensive looking clothing and his perfectly cut platinum blond hair, that he was going to be another one of those rich momma’s boys. That’s when she just realized that the only seat left in the room was the desk to her immediate right.

Groaning, she slammed her head onto her folded arms, which were lying quite comfortably on the desk. She didn’t listen t what her teacher said about the new boy, nor to what the boy had to say. As a matter of fact, she didn’t quite care at all.

“Tell me your name.”

The cold impassion in the voice next to her made her jerk her head up in surprise. When she looked up into his ice blue eyes, she suddenly felt a chill go down her spine. It took a second for it to register that her was talking to her, and another for the words and tone to take meaning. Her slit eyes narrowed dangerously to thin lines. A growl rumbled deep in her chest and up to her throat, as she briefly looked him up and down.

“Don’t take that tone with me Rich-Boy. I don’t take that from the others here and I will not take it from you. First of all, don’t tell me what to do. Second of all, I don’t like you and you don’t like me, so leave me the hell be.”

He quite, but threatening voice seemed to have startled him. At first he looked shocked to have been spoken to accordingly, then offended. His eyes narrowed at her and a dog-like growl grumbled in his chest. He looked about ready to explode at her, and then, suddenly, he looked away from her to whisper to the boy next to him. If she wanted to, she could have listened in on him, but quite frankly, she just didn’t care.

The teacher asked for the assignments to be passed up, so she pulled hers out and handed it up along with the others. Sighing, she sat back with a pen and paper, waiting for her to begin her dreary lecture so that she could take up notes. But it seemed that there were other plans for her.

A school security guard, a big, buff dog man, knocked on the door. He opened it, walked in and looked around the classroom. His eyes then focused on her. She groaned and slammed her head back onto her arms.

“Cristina Myers, get your stuff. The principal wants to see you.”

Christina looked up and grinned at the guard. A mischievous glint rising into her eyes.

“Well if she wants to see me, I’ll just give you a picture for her to look at… or do you mean she wants to speak with me? I could drop in and say hello.”

“Don’t start you games with me young lady. You know what I mean. Now get your stuff and let’s go.”

Smirking, she grabbed her pack, put her stuff back in it, and got up. She tossed the pack up onto her shoulder and sauntered to the front of the classroom. As she got closer, she saw the grim satisfaction in the teacher’s eyes. That just pissed Christina off. She gave Miss K the most evilest, murderous glare she could muster and when the students started their “oooo”, her head snapped in their direction and a snarl burst from her lips. That shut them up real fast.

She calmly fallowed the man out the door as if it was perfectly normal to go to the principal. The guard sensed that she didn’t want to talk so he kept silent. Christina pursed her lips and a frown burrowed between her brows.

Now what prank did they trace back to me? And why was Miss K. giving me that look? What could it mean? I know that she hates me, but she couldn’t have really convinced the school board that I am not fit to be in this public school, could she? If she did, she’s only doing me a favor.

“Miss Myers… please, have a seat.”

Christina jerked her head up in surprise. Almost always, when she’s walking, she goes into a kind of trance like state and her feet carry her to where she was heading. Now she was here, standing in Mrs. Quarryman’s, in front of her desk. She was an iron woman, her suit in order, no creases and her hair up in a perfect French Twist. Christina glared at her as she leisurely lay back in one of those cushioned, high back chairs.

“So… what am I in here today for? Cherry bombs in the toilet? Bologna on the ceiling? Toilet paper in your car?”

“This is not funny, Miss Myers. Putting tacks under a whoopee cushion on a teacher’s chair is serious business. Miss Kerithelma has informed me that she found your school ID next to the crime scene.”

This seemed to get Christina really, really mad. Not only did her pupil-slits constricted down to the thinnest of lines, but her eyes narrowed dangerously as well. This seemed to have startled Mrs. Quarryman, her eyes widened for a second.

“Do you think that I’m am stupid enough to leave any evidence pointing to me? I’m not even that stupid. Besides, if you would even care to look in the records of all my pranks, not a single living thing was harmed. If you would think that I am stupid or cruel, I’ll show you stupid and cruel.”

“N-no, no! That’s not necessary! Now that I remember, you didn’t harm anything other than that toilet, but still, no reports of injury.”

“I’m glad that you finally realized that. Now, if we’re through here, I’ll be getting back to class.”

“Actually, no… we’re not done. We need to talk about your grade drop. You used to be a straight A student. Now all of your grades have dropped down to either B’s or C’s.”

“Yeah, well… I’m having some “family issues” right now.”

“And the way you dress. You used to wear the nicest, most appropriate clothing articles. Now you wear… this.”

Mrs. Quarryman gestured briefly to Christina’s clothing. Christina looked down at her clothing with a slight frown before answering.

“I like the way I dress. I never really liked all of those other clothes anyway.”

“Alright, I can accept that. But your grades are unacceptable. You are capable of better! And one of your teachers tells me that you are plagiarizing your work.”

“I do not plagiarize my work. I had written those papers last year, because that’s what I used to do on my free time. I use those for my classes today. There was no way I could have turned them in last year.”

“Alright, but they are expecting me to punish you, so your punishment will be…

The silence went on too long to Christina’s point of view. She started to fidget and shift her weight. She also started to notice the little things around the office that she never have before. She even noticed those things that were always there, taking extra note of them.

“Isn’t there a new boy in your English class?”

“Ye-ess. Why?”

“You have to stick with him and show him around the school.”

Christina’s eyes widened a fraction. She did not like the idea of being stuck with him. Her mind was whirling.

“Anything but that! I don’t like him! He’s a prissy, spoiled rotten brat. I don’t want to be stuck with him on my free time! I have better things to do!”