Yo! This is Zyma-nee speaking! Is this thing on? Hellooooo!

Good! Great connection! Now, this is my first story, so I hope you people are reading this! If not GET YOUR EYES ON THIS AUTHORS NOTE DAMN IT! Now that that's done, this is my first story. Ever. So I hope I get lots and lots of constructive criticism! My sister has an Account on this site as well (Akai gousto) so she may comment on this stuff as well! She lazy though, so keep that in mind.

Anyway! This is a long prologue, so I hope you people like it! I will do regular updates for you guys, once a week at the most for waiting, less if I feel like I can do it. Keep in mind though, I gave you a warning in the description! If this rates going to M due to... Content, please let me know. I DONT WANNA LOSE THIS ACCOUNT!

Anyway! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except non-cannon situations and Zyma. The rest was either given to me, or someone helped me make.

This chapter has been revised.

Many things in life are full of gray's when it comes to morality. The biggest thing in the world is the fact that everyone thinks things are black and white. If someone does this, then it's fine, but if they do the same thing this way, it's considered bad. Social cliques are the same way. If you don't have your hair and clothes like the rest of your group, then your a freak, just as if you do have it the way the group is, your considered a groupie, and not popular like the one who started said group.

Zyma, was in the group that was considered freaks.

Well, if you could consider it a group. She was literally by herself when it came to her school, and the fact that it was like a oversized daycare did nothing to help that. Add that to the fact that she was in the category of Goth, made things even worse. Lots of people called her Emo, but to be honest they weren't the same. She wasn't some emotionally messed up person that found relief in hurting herself, or doing drugs, or whatever else.

Goth was just a style for clothing, albeit a dark style, but a style none the less. You add in the fact that she wore pants more often then not, as most of the girls wore skirts, and she was considered a bit of a tomboy as well. With a C average in her grades, she was considered to be on the lower end of things, but her smarts didn't come from books, as much as they came from street smarts. She had a sharp mind, but she just couldn't get into her studies the way other kids could, and thus her grades dropped.

Getting back to why she was considered a freak though, it was due to her clothes, as well as the fact that she had colored contacts, and purple streaks in her hair. The contact Leon's were a bit cat like in color, being a glowing green color, but they had normal pupils so most people wouldn't notice unless they looked closely. Her clothes, in the other hand, consisted of a pair of black jeans that were usually folded up to show her combat boots, that stopped above the ankles. She wore a black leather jacket that had a couple of buttons on it from the eighties, such as an MTV button, and the goonies. Others were from the ghost busters movie, and some of the hair bands, and it was honestly something that she cherished, never letting her parents come close to it, not that they even knew she had it.

If they knew she had, then they would probably destroy it.

Shaking her head away from thoughts of home, Zyma gave a neutral look towards the things around her. The classroom she was in was rowdy, of course the teachers was just reading a book without a care, while she was trying to do her work for once. Standard deviation wasn't that hard. What was hard was trying to concentrate when there were people yelling all around her. Course, if she did anything, then she would get into trouble, but that may just be how her mind thinks things up.

For all she knew, the teachers could think that so long as nothing harmful happened from one student to another, they had no reason to care. In her opinion, that shouldn't be how a teacher views such a situation, but it seemed no on cared. The teachers let fights happen in the hallways, biggest form of entertainment for the school honestly, and the jocks beat the crap out of any kid that so much as looked their way. It was a big fish eat little fish world after all.

With a bit of a scowl, Zyma watched as the calculus wiz, Alibaba Stewart, was given a wedgie from one of the Jocks. Idiots will be idiots it seems. The kid didn't even do anything to warrant that from the Jock, and then the big idiot gave the small, skinny, kid a wedgie. She really wished she could get out of this school, but if she tried then a PA officer would bring her back to her parents, who would always act extremely nice, and proper when guests come around, before they wheeled on her.

When the bell for the class to end sounded off, Zyma let a slit sigh of relief. Her next class was actually peaceful and one of her more favorite classes. With her schedule of classes going from first hour of World history, to second hour of Functions and statistics, her third hour of class, art, was usually her favorite. The teacher wasn't any better then any of the others, but at the very least she made everyone work in silence. You could listen to music so long as you had headphones, and you could draw anything you like. So long as you were working you would get a good grade, though your art quality helped as well.

She wasn't much of a drawer to be honest, but she could draw when needed, and that's what she did most of the time. It was always in a more anime-ish way, but they were usually pretty good. They were stuck as anime-ish characters, as it was all she knew how to draw, but none the less she was able to get a passing grade in the class no matter what she thought of the school. Her future was what she was thinking about after all.

Popping her back with a sigh, Zyma stood up and turned in her paper, despite the glares that were sent her way by the head cheerleader, a blonde girl with ripped up jeans and a loose tank top. She was a senior, while Zyma was a 8th grader that was 13 due to her birthday. The rest of her class was 14, or 15 as kids being held back wasn't uncommon, and it honestly wasn't a big problem. No, what the problem was, to the cheerleader, was that Zyma didn't 'bow down' to her like the rest of the school did. She thought that as she was the head cheerleader, and she was dating the school's quarterback with football, she had every right for everything.

Zyma, on the other hand, didn't see the point in doing something that was considered normal. When asking most people about her, they would say that she was weird. She, on the other hand, considered herself as eccentric. Well, she said eccentric, but she meant that she wouldn't do anything that was considered normal by the majority of the school. This went into everything she did, from her looks, dyed hair and no makeup, to her clothes, all blacks, and even her music, Punk Rock most of the time. She never did anything that the preppy kids did, and that was enough to make her become an outcast of an outcast.

The preppy kids hated her as she didn't conform to their ways, and that even got her into a couple of fights, to which she just dodged. She may not be as strong as most people, but she was extremely agile. This had helped her get out of a 'Sticky' situation more then once, and she even used it to have an idiot football player break his hand by punching a locker.

The nerdy kids, on the other hand, didn't want anything to do with her due to the fact that if they associated with her, they would get beat on more then usual. She honestly didn't blame them. Whoever came up with the idea of keeping a while group of hormonal teenagers stuck in an enclosed space for almost seven hours, was an idiot. Teenagers, at a basis, were literally designed to break someone down, so the fact that the nerdy kids didn't want anything to do with her really didn't hurt her.

The bell rang once again at this point, to which Zyma stretched her limbs a bit, and walked out of the room, her bag on her shoulder that had the design for Gorillaz 'Demon days' album, she walked towards her locker, her normal neutral expression on her face. All around her, people gave her a wide berth to walk through. The nerdy kids, because they actually became afraid of her, while the jocks did so, because they knew they wouldn't be able to hit her even if they did try and get in her way.

With a scowl on her pail face, she threw her bag, forcefully, into her locker. Looking towards her clothes once again, she almost growled in remembrance of why she even had nice clothes to begin with. Her 'parents' gave her money to get clothes and such things, they didn't care what she got, but that was it. She wore long sleeved clothes and covering items due to what was under the clothes, but no matter what anyone said, she was a tough girl, and she wouldn't give up because of hardships.

She had lost the ability to 'feel' awhile ago as it is, and that was something she didn't want back.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Zombie princess." A snide voice suddenly said from behind Zyma "I thought I told you to not use my locker last time you were here."

Zyma, with an even less interested, and almost bored, look, turned to see Chelsea, the blonde head cheerleader. With a better look at her face, even if she didn't want to see it, Zyma noticed the literal mountain of make-up on the girls face, and she almost gave a snicker. If it wasn't for her lack of feeling's, she would have burst out laughing by now, but instead she just sighed.

"You called me that last week Huckley. I might have even laughed if you did." Zyma stated with a balanced tone of voice.

In response, the blond let out a growl "You little Bitch!"

"At least I'm not a clown." Was the dark haired girls response, while she sorted through things in her locker.

A couple of snickers broke out from Chelsea's little group that was with her, but they stopped quickly when said blonde glared at them. Turning back towards Zyma, who had her 'Demon days' bag on her shoulder once again, she hissed "You'll regret that you little tramp."

Zyma raised an eyebrow at her, before turning. While she was walking away, however, Zyma said "Really. I'm sorry, I'm a Virgin. I don't sell my body for cheep love, and dirty items like you."

It took a couple of seconds, but a shriek of outrage echoed throughout the school, while Zyma let out a ghost like smirk at the sound. She knew that she shouldn't do anything like that to the school idol' but Zyma honestly hated people like that, and it was her life's goal to make people like that get what they deserve.

Shrugging her shoulder to readjust the bag on her shoulder, she continued on her way despite the fact that she saw some people following her. This had happened before, but the only reason she wasn't worried was because she knew the layout of the town better then anyone, even the so called 'gangs' of the town as well. It was seriously to the point that she couldn't get lost no matter what happened.

Turning down a street, Zyma quickly ducked as a hand tried to grab her hair from behind. Rolling forward, Zyma turned to see who it was that tried to grab her, and with a bored expression, she noted that it was the captain of the football team, most likely the two idiots that always followed him around.

With the blank expression still on her face, Zyma gave a sigh, and said "Butch. To what do I owe the displeasure?"

Butch was a large guy, standing about 6'2 and he was built as well, as was most of the team. The only problem was that he wasn't so fast, which was why he got hit so many times during a football game. The school football team hadn't gotten a sing,e win this year because of his Wise-Ass attitude when it came to games, yet the coach of the team didn't kick him off.

The school really was messed up.

With a scowl on his face, Butch said "You know exactly what I'm here for you little freak. You think you can mouth of to your betters and not get retribution?"

Instead of responding right away, Zyma started to clap. When she received confused glares, she said "Congratulations. I didn't know your pea sized brain knew a word like retribution. And for the record, you are not better then me."

Zyma turned once again to leave, only for her to tilt her head to the side as a large fist passed by her head. With an almost evil look, Zyma turned towards Butch, and gave a grin. His buddies paled a bit at the sight, as it wasn't their first time seeing something like this with Zyma, but for Butch it was the first time, and he had no clue what was going on.

"Couldn't just walk away, could you Butch?" Zyma stated in a deadly cold voice, her almost evil smirk still on her face.

The large boy sent another punch along with a yell of anger, only for the girl to disappear, though there was a new weight on his back. On his back was the smaller purple and black haired girl, a tugging on her jacket absentmindedly. Seeing the looks from the other two boys, she sent them a dark look once again, before she did a handstand on Butch's shoulders, causing him to dip forward due to the sudden weight.

Flipping off the boy, Zyma landed a few feet away, while Butch let out another yell of "DONT SCREW WITH ME!" Before he tried to hit her once again. Ducking under the punch, Zyma a sent a punch into the larger boys stomach, causing him to huff slightly due to the rush of air leaving his body. In the same movement, however, the smaller girl twisted a bit, which sent a boot clad foot into Butch's head.

None of this was enough to hurt him, but it was enough to daze him for a few seconds. That was literally all it took for Zyma to take a cheap shot on the guy, and kick him between the legs. No matter how big or strong someone is, if you get hit in the nuts, you will fall. That was the only reason she even used it. Zyma was about 4'6 so she had to use every advantage she could get when it came to a fight, so a cheap shot was completely legal in her opinion.

Spitting towards the side, she sent a look towards the two football players that had been following Butch, to which they paled even more. In a rush of movement, the boys picked their captain up, before running away, screaming about the 'Black terror' attacking them.

When the boys where out of sight, Zyma's neutral facade, completely breaks, and a tired look was sent in the same direction. No matter what she did, she was always in trouble when it came to someone. The school didn't care, so they didn't care, but with no friends, and no one in her family that could be called 'Loving'... There was a lot she wanted, but never could get, and none of it was material objects.

With a shudder, she remembered what her father had done to her a year ago, it being fresh in her mind, and she wasn't looking forward to going home. Her father was out of town, but her mom... Her mom wasn't much better. Both parents were drunks, and despite their relatives being of a catholic faith, it did nothing for their drinking habits. It just begs the question of why her father did something like 'that' to her.

With a shake of her head, the younger girl walked to her home, but right away she heard fighting coming from the building. It seemed that her parents were at it once again.

"Bastardo! Sapevo che niente di buono sarebbe venuto da vivere con te! Mi hanno lasciato quando ero incinta!(1)" a distinctively female voice yelled from in the house, which was followed by a crash of something, most likely a bottle, breaking on the floor.

Not even a second later a loud male voice yelled "Speak English! Your in America God damn it!"

Zyma's mother yelled once again in Italian, at that comment "Vaffanculo! Sei un asino pigro per cominciare! Non lascerò che si esegue la mia vita!(2)

Zyma chose to ignore the yelling at this point, as it was the same thing every day. Fighting, make-up drinks, drunk fighting, make-up sex. Every day was the same thing, and to be honest, the black haired girl was on the verge of just giving up, but she didn't want to to end up like her parents, and that was one of the few things that kept her going.

Walking to the side of the house, she grabbed a ladder from the tool shed, and set it under her room's window. Climbing all the way up, Zyma tried to open the window normally, only to remember that she locked said window. With a sigh, she took off a piece of class from the window, something barely noticeable, and stuck her hand through the opening to unlatch her window.

Putting the glass back in place, Zyma threw her bag onto her bed, a sigh following the soft thump, before she grabbed her headphones, a pair of ear coverer's that had a neon purple rose that looked doubled, on both sides. These headphones where another thing that she hid extremely well, as it took close to a year to be able to hid away enough money for the headphones. At the very least, her situation helped her understand how to save for things, while getting essentials first.

A hallow laugh came from her with those thoughts. Good things from the bad it seems. She knew how to handle, and save money, because her parents were deadbeats. She knew that life could be exceedingly cruel, because of the simple fact that her father was completely unforgivable in even societies Eyes. It was to the point, Zyma refused to have the same last name as her father and mother did.

With another hallow laugh, this time tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. With a quick shake of her head, she dismissed any pitying thoughts she had going through her head, as she laid down on her bed, her backpack acting like a pillow this time.. Let out a shuddering breath, Zyma sent out a simple wish while putting her headphones on.

"Please give me a good life, whoever you are... I've suffered through everything, so please grant me some mercy and either kill me, or help me."

She then closed her eyes, not once noticing the flash of light beside her.

So... What did you think?

Ok, so the first chapter is said and done with, for those reading this, this chapter is revised as well. With that in mind, I have to say I much prefer this chapter over the last one, as there were so many problems with the last one when I re-read it, that I demolished the chapter, and decided to start from scratch. Hope this actually did the story justice, and keep in mind, I'm going to try and follow the story that I set up before, mostly, so keep that in mind Ya?

With that out of the way, what did you guys honestly think of this chapter?

Did I manage a good character?

What do you think Zyma means by 'that'?

More questions next time, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter this time around, compared to last.

(1): Bastardo! Sapevo che niente di buono sarebbe venuto da vivere con te! Mi hanno lasciato quando ero incinta!= You bastard! I knew nothing good would come from living with you! I should have left when I was pregnant!

(2): Vaffanculo! Sei un asino pigro per cominciare! Non lascerò che si esegue la mia vita!= Fuck you! You're a lazy ass to begin with! I won't let you run my life!