Sooooo, this is my first 'joint' story I have ever written. I would like some feed back, of course. But I can't do that without your help, can I? I like getting reviews, it shows me what I need to work on, so if you like this story, then please, tell me what I need to look out for. Whether it's spacing paragraphs, spelling errors, or punctuation errors. I would like to know, and with your help, I can do so. Let's use FanFiction to it's fullest. :) Though, if those helpful comments turn into flames, I might cry... Okay, not really, but try to be nice. Don't cherry coat anything, but at least have one positive thing to say.

"You will never know what a little kindness can do." - Rachel Joy Scott. I challenge you to keep that in mind.

Also, I will always have my author's notes up here. So these are mine and the ones at the bottom, or at the end, are POD's.

-Riri

Enjoy...

Prologue:

"Mom," The teacher with fire orange hair and enchanting blue eyes warned her mother. An old woman with a perfect face framed by long, thin, silver hair, and brown eyes merrily laughed at her daughter.

"Don't be so stiff! I'll be fine!" The old woman laughed lazily. The old prune was sitting on a stool, but acting like it was a rocking chair and was swishing in it, so that one of the legs came off the ground when she rocked forward and backward. "Just because I'm an old bat don't mean I still don't have it in me. I was a hero, you know, a lousy yet still needed, hero."

"Alright class, settle down, you will get to go home in another 44 min., so chill out! Everyone get out your planner, and write the date." The teacher boomed, her voice surprisingly loud for such a small person.

"Whats that date?" A kid in the back row asked.

"Today is October 24th, 2012... Okay anything anyone wants to share before we begin?"

"Ms. Dreiberg! Why is that old person here?" A boy shouted from the crowd of kids squirming in their seats. The class didn't seem to like having a crazy old person in their classroom. Which was odd to the old prune, she would have loved to have had more crazy, unexpected people in her class when she was their age. Well except that her brother taught her everything from 7th grade up, seeing as though she ran away...

"I ain't old!" The old lady shouted, "And I have a name, Irene, use it." Irene spat, glaring at the class.

"Irene," A girl with black hair and green eyes began, "I think you should tell us why you're here, or else you'll lose the interest of the idiots in this class." The girl informed.

"Hey! Shut it, freak!" A black boy with white hair yelled at the girl with black hair and green eyes. The girl glared her emerald eyes at the boy and flipped him the bird.

"Jenny," Ms. Dreiberg started, giving Jenny a 'look'. Jenny scoffed and pointed at the black boy.

"James started it!" Jenny defended, James glared at her.

"Well, I'm ending it." Ms. Dreiberg demanded, then turned to the whole class. "My mother, Irene, will be with us for a month or two and since you are my most wonderful students that I get I will let you all get to hear this story. I will not show this to any other hour because they can't handle it, not. One. Bit." Ms. Dreiberg then walked to the door of the classroom and stopped. "I have a quick thing to do, but if you do anything to Irene you will find yourself a spot in detention, are we clear?"

"Yes Ms. Dreiberg." The class stated in a monotone.

But over the kids you could hear her mother call, "GO GET LAID! I WANT GRANDKIDDIES BEFORE I DIE!" This caused a blush to go onto Ms. Dreiberg's face, she glared at her mother. "Or not?"

Ms. Dreiberg nodded before waving to her class and leaving. "Dear God, please let my mom come out in one piece..." She knew how her kids acted when they got subs. It wasn't pretty either.

"Kay, children," Irene sang. "now you shall all be quite and listen or else I duck tape your mouths closed."

"You can't do that!" James shouted.

"Like, yeah! If you, like, touch me, like, I'll, like, have my mom and, like, my dad, like, sue your, like, ass!" A girl from the front wearing WAY to LITTLE clothing replied in a snotty tone.

"That is a threat!" Another boy yelled, Irene smiled, that was what she wanted someone to say.

"Ah, ah, ah, no, no, no. It was a promise." Irene remarked.

"I, like, dare you." The snotty girl snorted.

"Stephanie, learn how to speak English before you learn what it means!" Jenny snapped, Stephanie gave her a look of utter disgust.

"Shut up, like, no one, like, cares, like, about a, like, creepy person, like, you."

Jenny rolled her eyes, "Everything that comes out of your mouth is stupid, dumb whore."

Stephanie scoffed, but James beat her to the finial blow, "Least she's can get something! No one would ever do a freak like you!"

"Guys, I wasn't kidding about the duck tape." Irene said dully over the threats and low blows from the students of the class to Jenny.

Irene was ignored, though, by everyone, it seemed, but Jenny.

"But I'm not a slut, so I don't want any! Not like you prostitutes who would rather fuck up your lives on drugs and sex then learn something!" Jenny retorted. Irene was shocked at how much she sounded like Rorschach a smile slowly formed on her face, but the next comment wiped the smile off.

"Suurrreeee..." One of Stephanie's friends chided. "That's, like, why I, like, saw you, like, down all those, like, pills, like, in the, like, bathroom?"

Jenny snapped, "I have A.D.H.D. and am Bipolar you idiot!"

"So?" James asked. Jenny smacked her hand on her forehead. "She's cracking!"

"Guys?" Irene asked, getting out her huge roll of duck tape. "I recommend you shut up."

The class still ignored Irene, only Jenny passing on an apologetic look.

"Why are you all such fuck ups?" Jenny screamed.

"Least were not so poor that our family gave us up so they could-" Irene made James stop in the middle of his sentence by slamming the duck tape on the teachers metal desk, then ripping off a long piece. She had enough, these kids were gettin' pwned!

"Line up, you that were yelling line up, or I come to you." James, Stephanie, Stephanie's friend, and Jenny stood up. Irene shook her head at Jenny. "Jenny sit down."

"What! Why, like, does the-" Irene slapped the tape over Stephanie's mouth and in a flash tied her hands behind her back with the rest of the tape. She then did the same to the other two and made a show of them to the rest of the class. In return the class burst out laughing and the three kids with duck tape glared harshly at Irene.

"What? Don't like your gift that I gave you, eh?" Irene asked coldly, just as Ms. Dreiberg walked back into the room.

"MOM!" She yelled running to her kids. "Why did you do that?!" Ms. Dreiberg turned furiously to her mother, "This could cost me my job! What did they do?"

"They bullied, so far, the only kid in this class who I like. Right in front of my too, they should be glad I didn't bring my paddle." Irene informed, pretending to have a paddle and whack an air-man in the butt.

Ms. Dreiberg sighed, "Well class, if she hadn't told you, which I know she didn't considering how much fun she just had, Irene will be giving you an inside look on the Era of the Watchmen. So for the next month or more she will be here, so I hope you all get along just fine. Now-"

DING DING DING DING DING

"Well, that's the bell, have a good day class!" Ms. Dreiberg called as her class left, but the teacher noticed that Jenny looked sadder then usual, but was surprised when the normally quite kid stopped in front of her mother.

"Thanks for embarrassing them, the think they rule the school yet they have no idea how retarded the look." Jenny ranted and Irene let out a merry snort while she patted Jenny on the head.

"Kid, everyone is a moron, just in their own ways. But some are just to stupid and let it show in public." Jenny smiled and Irene winked at her. "Go to the bus, or where ever the hell you're going." Irene said, lightly guiding Jenny to the door. Jenny waved 'bye' then disappeared around the corner.

Ms. Dreiberg sighed, "Mom, you really might get me fired with your," She glanced at the three kids falling over each other in hopes of staying up, "handiwork..."

The Next Day:

Irene wobbled into the class, "Miss me?"

"Yeah..." The class muttered, not wanting to be duck taped or paddled.

"Good," She hopped up on the stool and took out a leather banded book. "Because today we start number one of some entries."

The class groaned and Irene glared at them, the slowly reached for her pocket and the class erupted in "Oh, yeahy! The book!" and "Just what I had wanted to do all day, you go right ahead!" and "Yahoo!"

"There we go! Now," Irene settled into her stool and sucked in a deep breath, "Entry #1, January..."

A/N: Sooo, whaddaya think? This is just the PROLOGUE! This is not the real first chapter! But on that note, tell me, do you think it has a good structure? How much do you like the old bat called Irene? :) Review! -POD216