So this is my VERY first story… please tell me what you think. I don't really know how all of this story stuff works so I'm just going to go with ALL of the stuff I've seen in other stories…

DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own Teen Titans or Pop-Tarts, or Nike for that matter. But that would be awesome if I did

So here is my story and please please PLEASE review! No flames please…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The blare of my alarm clock seemed to scream at me, waking me from my sleep, I was happy… until I realized what day it was.

Ughh…. School….

I'd just moved from Jump City, to Gotham and now I'm enrolled at Gotham High. My dad had been offered a higher paying job and well now I'm stuck here, dreading my first day as the newbie. I brushed out my ruby red hair, satisfied that it had stayed straight overnight, and walked to my closet to throw on my baggy black sweat pants, lucky socks, and "JUST DO IT!" Nike tee. I opened the door leading to the hallway, and walked down nearly colliding with my sister Koma, which earned me a famous "watch it bitch…" and a glare.

Says the Queen B herself…

I stopped and let her pass, hoping to stay off her bad side this morning. After I saw that she was down the stairs and at a considerably safe distance, I jumped down two steps, and then the next two, something I would do as a child, but here it just seems to remind me of what I had to leave behind. I looked back and saw my big brother Ryan doing the same and I couldn't help but smile, I know he's only a year older than me, but he acts like such a kid.

When Ryan and I reached the kitchen, we raced to the cabinet for the Pop-Tarts, seeing who could get theirs out and into the toaster the fastest. I won…. As always, I've held the athletic abilities in the family since I was old enough to start playing any sport. After our Pop-Tarts were done, we sat at the island and waited for our dad to come down and get his coffee so we could leave.

Although within a week I shouldn't have to wait anymore… smiling as I thought about how my license was just making its way through the Gotham City portion of the mailing system.

"Hey kids!" Dad said while walking down the stairs, "Kori, Ryan… you guys ready for your first day at Gotham High?"

"Yeah!" Ryan and I exclaimed sarcastically in unison.

"Aww… c'mon guys… it won't be that bad…" He said trailing off knowing that that was basically a lie. But we went with it anyway, no point to start debating this early in the morning.

"Koma, I expect you NOT to set this house on fire while I'm at work, since you've decided to stay home from GCC(Gotham Community College) for the extra week. Call if you need anything, just don't have another party… PLEASE?" Dad scolded/begged Koma as we were walking out the door to our Audi A8.

"Yea yea… whatever Daddy, you KNOW you can trust me," she said her voice dripping with totally fake sweetness. Ryan and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. I hoped in shotgun while Dad started the car, and after we were all in, he took off down the road towards Gotham High…. My personal hell.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVED school back in Jump, I had straight A's… but Gotham High…. Don't even get me started there… it didn't look like it was going to fall apart, in fact, it may possibly be one of the nicest school buildings I have EVER seen , it was the students… they scared me more than anything. Although most of them were snooty rich kids, some were just plain scary. With tattoos and nose rings, I'm surprised that the rich kid's parents even allowed them to go to school. Dad broke me out of my reverie by asking what time school ended.

"Well school ends at 3:15, at least I'm pretty sure." I replied.

"3:15, okay. I'll be here to pick you two up, but you're going to have to come to work with me for a little," he tells us, "I hope that's alright… unless you make friends who can give you a ride."

"Yea Dad, that's fine," we say in unison, yet again.

"Okay, we've GOT to stop doing that," I tell Ryan.

"We're here!" Ryan shouts, as Dad parked at the curb, and we hoped out grabbing our backpacks and shouting a bye!

Ryan and I stood on the curb watching Dad drive away, and as soon as the car was out of sight, we turned to face our new school…