Hello everyone! This is my first Fifty shades fanfic! I wrote it kind of quick, so if there's any mistakes I might have overlooked, please let me know and I'll fix them!

Just a little notice on the story, most of the characters are OC. I had originally set out to keep to the book in a way, but I decided to mix the characters into the school experience! I'm going to keep the characters as much to their original personalities as possible! Aside from Ana! She's going to have a huge the biggest personality change as far as I'm aware of!

Also, in this story, Ana and Christian are the same age, ana lives with Ray in Seattle and Ana has more of an anger problem in this story!

Hope you enjoy!

Just find the right room. Just find the right room. Just find the right room. The mantra of my first day at a new school which I wish I could say was for the first time.

In the last six years, this was my fifth school. Hopefully it would be my last before graduation.

My mom was a hopeless romantic, for some reason the men she met could not live in the same state as us, but that didn't stop my mom packing up our stuff to move in with potential husband guy.

Ever since my dad died, I was the centre of my moms world...according to grandparents who since passed away. But as soon as I was able to pour a bowl of cereal for myself, my mom felt confident enough with spare time to re-marry and move us both from our home to an alien state.

She dated some jerks as to be expected, luckily only marring one that ended when she realised what kind of dirtbag he was. Husband number three was by far, the worst.

The best on the other hand was Ray. He was the missing father figure in my life. I was devastated when my mom told me they were separating, the only thing stopping me from running away was Ray promising to visit me as often as possible, a promise years later he kept.

Except now, as I'm living with him so we see each other plenty.

My mom yet again, remarried, this time to a guy that wasn't happy staying in the same place for too long. It was heartbreaking to watch my mom decide between something she longed for and being a responsible parent and say she couldn't travel with him since she promised I would graduate high school in Nevada.

So I made the choice for her.

I called Ray, he was ecstatic for me to ask. My mom wasn't happy with the idea, but agreed that she would visit me at least once a month, the excitement of exploring new places gleamed in her eyes.

In the last two months of living with Ray and looking for a good enough school in Seattle that would accept someone who missed so much school as it was, my mom contacted me once over the phone from somewhere in the Philippines.

A public school offered me a place, it was highly recommend as it had a good curriculum and tutoring available.

Unfortunately, despite my going to new school multiple times over the years, the thought still unsettled me. People stared, rumors raged and good lord did the boys want to be the first to hook up with the 'fresh meat'.

Room 26, 27, 28, 29-bingo!

English first thing in the morning? How could I complain? My whole life revolved around the lives of those written on paper in times before technology consumed the minds of those around me.

The library wouldn't be a bad option to eat lunch...

I stared at the door, unsure how to approach the situation. In every other school I attended, I was introduced to the class by the principal or vice principal. In this school, I was given a class schedule and told in a very vague was what direction my first class was.

Should have checked up on those recommendations...

With a shaky hand and lungs that forgot how to take in air, I knocked.

Shit, shit, shit!

What if they just tell me to enter? everyone's going to fucking stare and laugh because I fucking knocked!

Luckily a figure was slightly visible behind the door, why the school thought frosted effected glass looked suitable, I would never know.

The door opened and a man slightly taller than me, who seemed to have a similar build to Ray aside from the earring, longish hair, pale complexion and whose eyes deeply unnerved me as they sized me up, appeared.

"Yes?" His voice sounded gruff, like he was in pain from a hangover.

I pulled the sheet I was given to give to my new teachers out from under the map and handed it over.

"I'm Anastasia Steele, I'm a new student here and-" I began my shaky introduction just to be cut off.

Skull earring man waved his hand before speaking "Yes, yes, new student in this class. I was expecting you to be here when the bell rang. The class is over in ten minutes, what kind of timing do you call this?" The man glared over the sheet, not lessening the uncomfortable feeling his presence was creating.

So he's going to be a dick. Perfect!

"Um...I-I was in the office and-"

Again he cut me off, this time stepping back into the room and allowing me to pass him. "There's a seat in the back, stay quiet for the remainder of the class and try to be on time next time."

I felt my face flush as I heard people sniggering from inside the door. Clutching the papers in my hand till my knuckles turned white and taking a deep breath, I stalked inside, trying to ignore the angry outburst desperately wanting to be vocalised.

Only I wasn't sure who my anger was directed at.

Mr shithead, My mother or myself for not running away when I had the chance...