Larathegrandoverlord

God, school sucked. A small girl made her way through the hallways, getting jostled and prodded and bumped, half on  purpose from the ridiculously large population of the school. Finally, finding a clear point, the girl made a rush towards her locker, still a good 100 feet away. Her highlighted black hair flew behind her like the banner of a war party, and her skinny clung to her small legs as she tried in vain to get to her locker un-harassed. Yeah, right. Was it the way she dressed? It wasn't like the other people who went to this hellhole of school, that's for sure. She didn't talk like them either. The people of this school were an

Raisa was queen of the school. Everybody who was anybody- and even people who weren't- knew that. If you messed with her, then you got seriously messed up. Was it the years in the foster system? That's what some kids whispered in the hallways as she walked past, but they didn't know anything. They just didn't approach it with the right idea in their minds. She wasn't a good person to screw with not because she was popular, but she was popular because she wasn't a good person to screw with. That's how it worked, in Raisa's world at least. Cheerleading since 3rd grade had given her the muscles to kick the crap out of any guy who tried somethin

Mind you, this is still being edited. One of my friends wanted to see it. //don't read it god it's awful Chapter 1- Shakespeare Jonathan gazed longingly at the high mounted clock ticking away, slowly reminding him of every second he had to wait until he could get out of Trig. The teacher was using every last moment that he could to remind of some piece of homework that was due in an insanely short time period. He flipped stray strands of short brown hair out of his eyes, where it had fallen in its naturally splayed way. It had been like this since second period, resisting even the most valiant efforts of his brush.   Just over a minute lef