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I am the new girl.

Never in my whole entire life have I been the new girl. I'm the one that looks at the new girls standing awkwardly with their lunch trays attempting to find a place to sit, I laugh when the new kids don't know the schools newest fashion statements or when they don't know how to get around the school. I was the hunter, but now because of my stupid dad and my dead mother, I am the hunted.

I guess that's wrong of me, saying my mother is stupid, she's not even here to defend herself any more, not that she would have even if she weren't dead. Sasha Marie, her friends wanted to be her and the men wanted to have her. And I hated her.

That's the way it was, even when I stared at her, dieing, in a hospital bed. I still hated her.

I will never defend the fact that it isn't cold, because believe me, I know that hating my dead mother puts me right up there with Hitler. I just can't help it. I know some day I will miss her and cry over the lost time, actually the time that was never even there to lose, but for now I will go on hating her.

Hating her and my dad and my stupid new school. God, I hate school. I hate the tests and the teachers; I mostly hate the mindless droids that walk around in the hall ways, pretending to like each other, all acting the same and dressing the same. Most days I am ashamed to breathe the same air as them.

I was never very popular in my old school, but I had good friends and was part of the puzzle that belonged to the 10th grade class of Brown High School . But here, here is a lot different. Here I am a strange alien like woman, not even that, every one in this place appears to have the boobs the size of small kittens, which means I am a boobless outsider.

Every one notices that I dress differently, they can't quite decipher which group I should be thrown into, that's why no one will talk to me. I'm not Goth or punk or even crazy rocker emo chick. I am this girl with no boobs and her own style, which use to be part of the reason every one respected me. Now I am a boobless nothing, who is standing in what appears to be a disserted hallway.

Every one is gone. I have ranted for almost five minutes and I don't know where to go or what to do, which means I am late. I am always late, even when I know where to go, which isn't good for the future because I need to save the 10 late slips I am granted before me 'phone call home,' for when I really need it.

Oh great, here comes some one. Okay, maybe it's not as great as I thought. It would have been better if it was a teacher or a school shooter, but of course nothing in my life is that good of luck. It's the bad asses.

You know what I'm talking about so don't pretend that you haven't got a clue! The ones that could be on the track team because they're always working out, the ones who look like their on drugs but only smoke the occasional cigarette if they have nothing better to do. The guys that randomly decide if they feel like going to class, and tell the teachers to fuck themselves.

See. You know who I'm talking about! And they are growing nearer, and it appears that they are stopping right beside me. Oh my God, their trying to talk to me.

"Are you lost?"

Okay that wasn't nearly as bad as it seemed, I blink a few times because I had more or less expected to be raped or punched. I bob my head up and down a few times, a small smile appearing through the corner of my mouth. Their cutter than I had imagined.

Theirs only two of them but I am sure that's all my eyes could handle. The one is tall and really muscular, with an odd bluish black color of hair, and this look on his face that makes me think he's been hurt more than once. The other one is shorter and built more like a runner, he has this shaggy red hair and a few freckles in random places that make me grin.

"I was actually on my way to English and then well I started thinking about how sucky this place is-." I know I just said sucky, which is totally childish but I can hardly help it, "And I just sort of forgot about what I was doing."

I flash my famous Hillary smile, the one that could get me out of trouble even if a robbed a bank. They seem to like me, from the small amount of emotion that they show.

"Well how about you skip English and we show you around the sucky town, which is slightly less sucky than this sucky school." I'm grinning like a stupid little kid, but I can't help it, these are the kind of people I have been searching for the whole day!

"Oh, I almost forgot, my name is King Tala the Great." I giggle slightly and he adds in, "Oh, right. This is Kai." I look up at Kai, who, while Tala isn't looking, flashes me a small smile.

They lead me down the hall, me sandwiched in the middle like they're trying to protect me from some one coming up and throwing a Chinese fighting star at me. I don't really mind though, it's nice to know there are people out there who aren't blond and don't have boob jobs.

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Tala and Kai, quite a pair. Apparently I now make them a pair plus one, because I have been with them almost every waking second the past month.

A pair plus one, not very original but true enough. I guess we could be a trio or a threesome…I like a pair plus one, because then you don't forget about the friendship they had before I came along. Which apparently, is quite a friendship.

They grew up in Russia, until they were probably 10, then they came over here with Kai's mother and Tala's father. Their parents ran away together, something the boys seemed quite alright with.

Now their here, in sucky down. Which is alright with me since they keep me company and are much stronger than my dad, who no longer hits me or makes me come home right after school. And I have almost totally and completely forgot about my mother whom I still hate, but hardly ever remember to hate any more because I am having so much fun with Kai and Tala.

We do teenager things that were always to crazy for me to imagine myself actually doing. Like we go into stores and try on like a whole bunch of cloths and never buy anything, Tala likes to try on hats and sunglasses and Kai likes to look at me do the cat walk and call Tala a dumb ass.

We go and sit on the bleachers that are facing the track, and watch this guy named Tyson run. He's like, the fastest person in the whole state, but some times when he's training we yell stuff out to him, to see if he will mess up. Usually he doesn't even notice us, but one time I called him sexy and he stopped dead in his tracks and asked for my phone number. Naturally I had to accept, Tala and Kai were slightly discouraged by this and highly recommended me to give Tyson a fake number. I did nothing of the sorts.

I don't think any one understands how happy I am here, with Kai and Tala. I haven't told them hardly anything about myself yet, other than the time they were looking through my stuff and they found my birth control pills, they don't know anything personal. But they never really press me for it, because I never press them for their deep dark 'dirty little secrets.'

Some day, maybe soon maybe three years from now I will tell them about my dad being an ass hole and my dead mum and the past that rests inside the closets of my mind. But for now, we just goof off and try on funny looking hats.

What more could I ask for any way?

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