A/N: PLEASE READ FOLLOWING: All right everyone! I have come to the heartbreaking conclusion that basically, my story sucks. lol I realize it was rather cliche and ...cliche.. and ..um. cliche? I couldn't believe something I hated seeing people do I had done my self! I'm such a hypocrite. Sigh Anywho, I have decided to rewrite this story. Now don't get the idea I'm going to throw the whole thing away and start from scratch. Oh no. This is my life's work! lol seriously, I'll probably forty-three before I finish it at the rate I'm going. I'm REVISING it you could say. I tried to eliminate as many cliches as possible, while keeping it the same story. I also added some new parts. As always, I hope you like it! I ADORE you reviews! GROUP HUG. ...Okay, or run. It's okay. I'm not hurt. breaks into tears

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P.S I didn't want to start this under a whole new story so all the old chapters are still going to be on here too. I'll update those as I get them finished. So you aren't confused, Chapter one is the only one redone now. You can read on if you want, but things have changed so it probably would be exactly the same. - lol I hope that didn't confuse you all more.

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Chapter 1 ( revised)

And you thought your life sucked

The bell rang.

"All right everyone, read chapter twenty two and have a two-page report ready to turn in on Monday."

Everyone moaned.

" That's all, now get outta here." Mrs. Thornburg announced across the class room, singling everyone to as quickly as possible try to get out the class room door.

Shoulder to shoulder, everyone painfully, yet none-the-less, managed to squeeze their way out the tiny doorway

That is, everyone, except one:

"OOOoOOow!" Rang out through the hallway as Riley Parkerson was shoved to the ground straight into the flock of people moving by.

"Oh my god Rye, you okay?" a voice belonging to her best friend Alyssia, asked anxiously.

The girl groaned loudly

The short, brown-hair girl laughed.

"Oh, quit being so melodramatic."

Riley narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you get trampled by the entire student body and then we'll see who's being melodramatic."

"No thanks."

"Then do me a favor and just help me up."

Alyissa grinned. " Will do!"

Before the girl could get there though, another hand extended outward offering help.

Riley groaned again. Oh great..

" You okay?" the owner of the hand inquired.

" I was." She grumbled to herself.

"Well, here, let me help you-"

"Don't touch me! " She blurted out, before cringing, and quickly correcting, " I mean, I can do it by myself Derek."

He ignored the comment and pulled her up anyway.

Riley Parkerson stood up straight and faced her help; her nose wrinkled in dislike.

"Thanks, I guess.." She expressed lamely and walked off.

Reaching her locker, she huffed.

" Why does he keep doing that? He is such a..a jerk!"

The short girl chortled.

" Rye," She began with a lingering smile, " He was just trying to be nice. You know, like any normal human being?"

Riley snorted.

"Oh right! Like that arrogant, perverted, loathsome little idiot would be nice! He doesn't even know the meaning of the word. He's so..so.. Augh!" The girl flung her locker open forcefully.

Her friend laughed again. " You're just being paranoid."

She rolled her eyes.

"Alyissa, we have been friends for a long time right?" she questioned, shoving a handful of books into her locker, roughly.

Her friend nodded, her smile growing. "Sense you shared your crayons with me in kindergarten. Which might I add, was very nice of you."

Riley snorted once more.

" I didn't share them with you. You stole them for me!" The girl accused.

"Psh!" Alyssia rolled her eyes. "We still became friends didn't we?"

The girls giggled.

"The point I was trying to make was, you have to believe me on this one," Riley continued as their laughter subsided. " Derek Johnson is a repulsive creep!"

Her friend sighed, in resignation. "Okay, okay, whatever you say."

"Good, now let's go to class." She slammed her locker down shut. " If I'm late from Mrs. Day's class one more time, I swear she'll behead me or something."

"Sup man, how'd it go?"

Derek Johnson strode over to his friend Jason with a grin spread wide across his face.

"She will be falling head over heels for me in no time."

" Oh yah, I'm sure." Jason shook his head, and leaned against his locked, before continuing. "But, I think you're forgetting one minor detail."

"And what's that?" he asked impatiently.

"Oh geez, I don't know...Riley Parkerson hates your guts!" He howled.

Derek rolled his eyes.

"Exactly, and that, my friend, is why I'll get her!"

Jason raised an eye brow.

"Okay, you are aware that makes no sense right?"

Derek sighed. " Don't you get it? What's the one thing every man wants?"

Jason shrugged his shoulders.

"What he can't have you moron!" He exclaimed, as if it were obvious. "You see," he continued, " She hates me and I love her! It works!" He finished, practically beaming.

His friend blinked. "Yah, for one very dysfunctional relationship."

Derek sighed." Just trust me. She'll be my girlfriend by the end of the week-"

"-Month? Year? How about, never?" Jason asked, grinned sweetly.

"LIKE I was saying, she'll be my girlfriend, whether you believe it or not." He smiled. " Just picture it, me and her, together, me running my hand through that long, wavy, dark brown hair and looking into those pretty brown eyes that flare up red when she looks at me-"

"..Dude, don't ruin my appetite, it's lunch time- Later man." Pulling himself up from his locker, Jason gave a wave, and disappeared down the hallway.

Derek just stood at his locker lost in his thoughts. Then, shaking his head, he grabbed the rest of his books. He himself made his way down the hallway.

"She is so mine.." He whispered to himself as he went.

The bus wheels screeched and came to a jerky stop at the Parkerson House.

Exiting the bus, Riley slothfully made her way toward it.

Home sweet home.. She thought bitterly.

Although her parents we both alive, there was no real family bond. Riley's parents had gone through a messy divorced when she was eleven.

Her father had gotten a job offer in Miami and not wanting to leave her friends, she chose to stay with her mother.

She and her father had lost touch after that.

After a while though, she figured out choosing to stay with her mother had probably not been the best choice, as the woman now spent half her time working, and the other time drinking.

It was a complicated life, but it was her life. She had chose it and she was used to it.

Besides, she'd move out of the house anyway in a couple years, right? She could deal with it for now.

Cautiously, Riley opened the door and walked in. The familiar smell of alcohol immediately filling her nose upon entrance.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she quietly as could, tiptoed her way up the creaky stairway; Hoping there was a chance her mother wouldn't hear her. She was in no mood to deal with her at the moment.

A smile crept up the girl's lips, as she made her way closer to her bedroom door, and heard not one sound of her mother. With any luck, She thought, she had passed out in her room.

Then, inches from her door, her mother's scratchy voice filled her ears.

Riley groaned.

"Mark, is..it you!" The voice screeched. "MARK!" Riley let out a sigh and headed toward her mother's room.

"No, mom, it's just me.."

Somehow, her mother managed to stumble her way across the room in her drunk state, to where the girl stood, and slurred out, "Li..er..liley.. is that.. you?"

Riley's insides boiled. How can my own mother not remember my name!

" Rrr.. li-..lily..where's Mark?" she continued in her slur.

" Mother, don't you remember?" She inquired bitterly. "He left you. He, unlike some of us, had that choice. Lucky bastard." Riley finished, quipping in anger, not being able to resist. It's not like she doesn't deserve it, The girl thought fiercely.

In reply her mother let out a dreadful howling sound, a cross between rage and inebriation and slapped Riley clear across the face. The girl fell back against the wall in shock, blinking back the tears that threatened to roll down her face from the sudden impact of the hit.

Her mother had never hit her before.

Not a second later, the woman fell to the floor, out cold.

Riley ran down the stairs as fast as possible, opened the door, and ran as far she could away from her house.

Reaching a mail box, she let her self side down to the ground and cry.

It had been at least and hour later when Riley finally decided it was time to go back home.

With the help of the mail box, she pulled herself up straight.

But before she had even taken a step, a hand came down on her shoulder from behind, and the most unwanted voice filled her ears.

Derek Johnson's voice, to be exact.

Of ALL the mailboxes you could have sat next too, you had to pick HIS. Nice Parkerson. REAL Nice.

Riley didn't even turn around, she simply and wearily said, " Go away." and pushed his hand from her shoulder, moving forward again.

A hand grasped her once more, pulling her around.

She was now face to face with that poor exception of a human being.

"What do you want?" she growled out in frustration.

"Oh come on Riley," the boy shook his head, "you know you're what I want." She rolled her eyes.

Oh how smooth.

"Derek, just leave me alone."

"Come on, you can tell me what's wrong."

Oh yah, like -that's- gonna happen.

" Look, you idiot-"

"Oo," He wiggles his eye brows suggestively at her," Using pet names, I like.."

"Augh!" she cried out in rage. " Just go away! Anywhere, I don't care! Just go!"

Preferably to the ends of the earth. Then off a cliff.

She pulled at her arm, trying to wretch it from his grasp.

"Come on Derek, just let go. Please."

"All right, but first-"

He moved in closer to her.

"What are you doin-" She got cut off as his lips met hers.

Riley pulled back, pushing him away.

" You- I can- YOU ASSHOLE! I-" she stopped, and drew back her fist, then let if fly, punching his square between those pretty blue eyes of his. She watched as Derek cried out in agony, and fell backwards.

"What was that for?" He hollered from his spot on the ground, clutching his bleeding nose.

" ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" she screeched hysterically. "You KISSED ME you IDIOT!"

" But I thou- OW!"

She kicked him.

" DON'T talk to me!"

"But-"

"DON'T look at me!"

" I-"

"And DON'T you EVER try that again, or I'll make sure I give you more then a bloody nose DOES THAT MAKE ENOUGH SENSE TO GET THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD?"

"But-OOWWW!"

She kicked him again

" Okay, okay!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air in defeat. " I got it! Geez!"

He sighed. " Can I still get your number?"

He earned himself another kick.

Riley sat on her bed a hour later, deep in thought.

Today could not have gotten any worse.

First her mother and then Derek.

When had life gotten this crappy?

She glanced over out her doorway at her mother still unconscious on the floor.

I just wish I could get out of here.

But- she just couldn't! Even if she did go to her dad's she's have to leave her friends and school. Her whole life was here! She couldn't just pack up and leave it all!

She sighed. Maybe she could just go to Alyissa's house for a while. She'd stayed there countless times before when her mother wasn't at her best.

At least she would be out of the house.

The idea sounded good enough.

Sighing once more, Riley rose from her bed and began to pack.

Slinging her book bag strap over her shoulder, she exhaled deeply.

She was ready to go. She had everything she needed and had left a note for her mother when she awoke telling where she'd gone.

Not that it meant anything, her mother wouldn't care. She never did.

Pushing open her second story window, Riley looked down.

There was no point to go down the gutters, she could go out the front door if she wanted, but she liked going out the window. It gave her a thrill, like she really was escaping her life. And it made things more interesting.

Smiling, she grabbing hold of one of the gutters at the side of her window and slowly, and as carefully as could, began the climb down.

Finally, her feet touched solid ground.

Riley quickly headed toward the park path to get to Alyissa's, rather then the one along the road. Taking the road wasn't very safe at night. Especially in the city. Even if it was just the outskirt of the city.

The girl couldn't help but notice the eerie silence of the night, as she walked down the path.

Everything was dark.

The trees, the path, even the moon didn't seem to be producing any light.

She was so lost in thoughts about the odd darkness of the night she didn't hear the rustle in the bushes ahead, she didn't know that every step she took she got closer to danger, or that any second her freedom would be up.

She didn't realize this until it was to late- and a strong beefy hand wound its way around her waist in a painful grasp.

Riley began to scream, but was cut off as another hand snaked its way up and covered her mouth.

Her eyes widened in terror, looking up for the first time, seeing herself completely surrounded by big built, greasy hair, lethal looking men.

Despite her panic, she couldn't help but notice how oddly they were all dressed. They all looked like.. like Pirates?

What the hell is going on?

Raising her head, she looked up at the man who was holding her to see he was dressed that way as well, although adding to her confusion and disgust she saw he also wore a ragged patch over where would have been his eye.

Riley paled, then retched at the sight, making the man immediately drop his hand. Taking opportunity of the freedom of her mouth she quickly blurted out," Who are you? What do you want?" the words stumbled out at almost a whisper.

No one answered.

"What do you want with me!" she demanded again, " I'm telling you- you better let me go, I- my dad- he's coming right behind me!" She lied desperately.

The men only laughed in reply.

" Is that so?" Riley's head swivelled around at the new voice behind her.

"Who said that?" She narrowed her eyes. She couldn't see the man through the darkness.

" You decided to go on a little night stroll together I suppose?" The deep rough voice continued, with the air of amusement, apparently well aware she was lying.

The girl's eyes darted back and forth through the darkness searching for the source. " Y-yes, he's right behind me. He's coming. You'll see!" She continued with her lie, more fear seeping through her each second that passed.

"Well, my dear, if it makes you fell any better, I'll be sure to have one of my men give my condolence to your father for the kidnaping of his daughter."

"Kidnaping?" She squeaked. " Me? Why me?"

" Why my dear, don't you know? You're to be my guest of honor."

She didn't like the way he said that. Or the way his men laughed when he said it.

The thoughts were thrown from her brain though, as the man stepped into view, and the girl gasped.

He was tall, and sported a long fancy dress coat, that whipped around him as he moved, and a large feathered hat that sat upon his long tightly curled black hair.

His face was abnormally pale, and wicked sharp, made up completely of angles it seemed. With a proud chin on which a thick, but clearly well-kept mustache, the same color as his locks grew.

His mouth was set in a deep scowl, which contrasted the polite air with which his words were spoken.

What troubled her the most though, was the long, silver, ruby-hilted, blade that she couldn't help but notice, which hung at his waist, or the iron claw that sprouted from where a hand should have been.

A Hook.

"Who are you?" She questioned in awe.

" James Hook, Captain of The Jolly Roger" He tipped his hat, and bowed, his icy blue eyes piercing into her own.

Riley's eyes widened in disbelief.

" You're joking right?" she questioned skeptically, for a moment her fear vanishing. " Hook! As in Neverland, Peter Pan, I'm-a-bleeding-codfish Hook?"

The man's eyes flared up, and Riley winced.

Okay Rye.. next time let's not insult the mean old man with a sword.

He had clearly had enough talking for the night, as he scowled her way, and motioned with a flick of his hand to his crew.

"Throw her on the ship!" he howled, before disappearing back into the darkness in which is came.

The pirates moved closer, and realization of the words he had spoken suddenly struck the girl.

Her mouth dropped open.

"WHAT?" she cried out, retching violently in the pirate's grasp.

"Let me go, you overfed pig!" Desperately, she elbowed the man in the stomach, but if he felt the hit, he showed no sign.

Riley blinked.

I am SO dead.

And that was her last thought, as a sword hilt came down, knocking her across her head.

Her body fell limp and she was submerged in darkness.

Crouching over her body for a minute, the pirate who had hit her slowly, reached down and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder. Then, with a grunt, vanished through the trees with the rest of the crew.

Unknown to any ones knowledge, high above the area where the girl had fallen, sat a boy.

His face lit up with a smile as he scanned the area. " Looks like we're going to have some company tomorrow Tink." He joked, with a grin, to a little ball of light zooming around his head.

" Not to mention a little fun with Hook," he continued, and his smile only growing.

As the light ball slowed and landed on the boy's knee, through the glow of light it created, you could make out a slim body of a girl, outfitted in the forest's leaves, with tiny wings sprouting from her back.

The sound of bells filled his ears.

He rolled his eyes." Oh come on Tink, I always fight with Hook. I won't get hurt! Stop worrying!" He stared at her for a moment, eye brows raised.

"You know," he started, amusement flickering in his eyes. " Sometimes you remind me of a grown up..."

Before the tiny person could reply, the boy sprang from his branch and flew off into the night, heading for the stars, laughter echoing behind him as he went.

After letting out a long steam of angry sounding chimes, the blonde hair light ball sighed, and quickly flew up after him.