No prologue this time, let's go

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Pale City High School. Or as Six and many of her classmates like to call it: Hell. To be real, that's what it was with over half of the other students being pricks.

September 1st, 1989

Dear Diary,

I believe I am a good person

Six scribbled in her small hand held black diary, walking down the crowded hallway, slipping by other students before any could elbow her in the side and stomach.

You know I think there's good in everyone; but here we are, first day of senior year

Six let out and small squeak, ducking and barely avoiding a flying football that one of the kids on the football team threw.

She gave a sigh, scribbling that last few words.

I look around at these kids I've known my entire life, and can't help but wonder; what happened to us?

With a clap of the book closing, she slipped it into her black bookbag, hearing kids call other names behind her.

"Freak," a body next to her was shoved, but she didn't flinch.

"Slut," hissed a group of girls, walking away from a sophomore student with ruly amber hair.

"Burnout."

"Lardass!" Six side glanced to the more athletic boys shoving and pinning a slightly less muscular kid to the red lockers of the school.

She rolled her eyes, it was getting lunch time now anyways, she knew that those boys would be stuffing their faces with whatever the hell the lunch guys made.

She didn't pay much mind to the chaos around her, it wasn't anything new. She remembered when it wasn't though, when all of them played and wrestled in the preschool sandbox, or climbed and slide down the slides of the playhouse, or played their silly card games on the picnic tables.

Those were the more simpler days, back when everything wasn't all filth and guessing of who the hell still had their virginity and who smoked the most weed at the last party. You know, back when everything was peaceful and beautiful?

"To bad we're already marked half of us a place in hell," she muttered under her breath, a shiver going down her spine at some of the things some of the kids did in the past.

"Poser!"

"Four eyes,"

"Short bus,"

Someone backed up into her suddenly, smashing their shoulder into her nose. A cup of coffee the kid had in his hand sloshed around, spilling some on his white shirt. He gave a growl, glaring daggers at her.

Six quickly stepped away, moving around. "Sorry!"

The sound of a fight breaking out behind her didn't perk her interest. This place wasn't a high school half the time, sometimes it was just a giant thunder dome.

But it was fine though, college was right at her doorstep. Just a few weeks of this torture, and she'll be gone, off to a stylist french café were it was peaceful and a lot more-

A slam made her jump slightly, looking out of the corner on her eyes towards the pair. The kid pinned to the locker was already bloody and battered from the looks of it.

"If I don't die that is..." she mumbled under her breath. She gave a sigh, just wishing for it go back to easier times, when they were all friends and hung out together regularly.

"Ow! get out of my way!" Six was shoved forwards a bit, bouncing off the back of another student who growled at her. They ran off before any apology could be said, scrowling they walked off.

"Okay then..." Six mumbled, following the crowd to the lunch room.

She had most of her plan figured out. She's get her letter from one of the colleges, leave this dumb, and blow this town. Picturing it now, it looked so much more inviting then this disgusting place. A nice café to go during down time, possibly even work there, away from the violence and idiotic classmates.

She joined to line for lunch, still somewhat in her head. Delicious smelling pastries, arrays of hot and cold coffees, beautiful decor, the scent of sweet smelling cakes. Heaven on earth to her.

SMACK

She let out a small surprised noise, before groaning as she looked up to the person, who uproared in laughter.

Tall, lean, yet weirdly kinda muscular build, shaggy black hair with light golden brown skin. Dangerous brown eyes that Six never trusted for the life of her.

An orange and white varsity jacket was around his shoulders, wearing a plain white shirt underneath, normal blue pants and black and white converses finishing it off.

One Sweeney, fourth year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays.

"And being a huge dick," Six muttered though clinched teeth.

One stopped his laughing, looked down at her with a look that made a her bite her tongue.

"What did you say, skank?"

"Nothing," she picked the tray back up, going back to ignoring him. One seemed satisfied with her answer, walking off to torture another kid.

How can a person change so quickly? Before, One was a shy, nervous guy who wouldn't even think about hurting her due to being her friend. Six remembered a time he was too nervous to even talk to anyone over the phone because he'd be scared out of his wits he'd call the wrong number, even if it was written on a piece of paper for him.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around her from the back, evoking a small yelp of surprise, about to slam who was attacking to the ground before she pulled into a backside hug.

Six let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, seeing the familiar over sized black sweater on charcoal colored hands.

"Hey, Negs,"

"Hey!"

Negative Dunnstock, her best friend, since, diapers. She was at least half a head shorter then her, with nearly pitch black skin thanks to be born melanistic. Her eyes were nearly black, but thanks to colored contacts, she hide them under light blue.

Oversized, plain black sweater made her look like a shadow almost. Her hair was longer then Six's, going a little past her shoulder blades. The white leggings and black and white hightops finished her look off.

"We still on for movie night?" Negative asked quietly, a normal for her to be so soft spoken in fear of being heard.

"Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail,"

Negative smiled shyly, grabbing the end of her sweater sleeve. "I rented the Princess Bride!"

Six chuckled slightly, smiling at her. "Again? By now you'd have it memorized,"

Negative looked down, messing with her sleeves again with a sheepish look. "What can I say? I'm a suckered for a happy ending..."

"Neggsy Dumptruck, wide load!" Negative let out a small bark of pain as a hand was slapped down on her hand rather then the tray she reached for. Six went to snap at who it was, growling as she saw who it was.

Short, stocky, green and white varsity jacket, messy dirty blond hair, stupid hazel eyes. Five Kelly.

He was a quarterback (don't ask how, Six is sure Coach Hunter doesn't know why he made him a quarterback). He was the smartest guy on the football team, which was saying much.

Six clinched her fists, momentarily thinking of every possible way of killing him and hiding the body without getting caught. No one would really care anyways though, but she didn't need it on her records she killed a man.

"You want to tell me why you did that?"

Five looked at her, raising a brow at her in a slightly intrigued manner. "Are you actually talking to me?" He asked, a small smug look on his face.

"Yes, I am, I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend? You're a simple minded idiot, a future gas-station attendant if you were ever lucky to even snag a job."

Five didn't pay her any mind, but poked her cheek. "You have a zit, right there," sudden roars of barking laughter escaped from his mouth.

Six gritted her teeth at him, about to reach and strangle the boy if it wasn't for Negative softly laying a hand on her shoulder. "Don't, you'll get in trouble," she whispered.

The yellow wearing senior sighed, cursing under her breath as she reluctantly agreed with her. Vengeance will be hers one day though, if she had anything to say about it.

Not missing a beat, choruses of awes and gasps filled in, people stand by the door suddenly raising their books, making a small tunnel like runway.

The two looked over, Six envyingly watching the people the other kids were aweing at.

First was out a blond haired girl in a green blazer, neatly fixed creases. A small jewel that reminded Six of a small sun pendant clipped the two sides of the blazer together. Her eyes were a beautiful olive color.

Two MacNamara. Head cheerleader with a rich father. Don't let the cutesy act fool you, Six had seen her practically destroy others with her words.

The second was a larger, more muscular girl, gold bangs hiding her eyes and sweeping down her to her shoulders. She wore a orange blazer like Two's, with the same sun pendant like hers, only it was a darker orange color.

Three Duke. She didn't have much of a diverse personality, but she could break every bone in your body with a snap of her finger. She helped run a bit of the year book committee during her free time.

And finally, the last came through. Unlike the other two, it was boy. He was dressed in a blue dress jacket-like blazer, gold color buttons on it.

Nicely ironed dark blue pants and black dress shoes finished off his attire. His dark brown hair was fluffy, yet wasn't frizzy like most. His dark blue eyes set him apart from the other though, a strange, devious and powerful glint in them that made Six flinch.

Seven Chandler. The Almighty. He was a bastard like no other. Grandson of a powerful business man, groomed to take care of the business after his grandfather. One wrong move, and your social life will be died over night.

The three didn't say anything, quietly going to their table to talk. Six watched them, her eyes studying them. They were the most popular kids in school: Two was a goody-to-shoes with a bank account bigger then the school's budget, no one dared mess with Three, and Seven was the so-called 'leader' and mastermind behind most of their plans.

No one bother them, they were treated like gods and goddesses by everyone. If only she could have freedom like that...

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Six was skipping class, hiding in the girls bathroom to wait out the horrid geometry that was going on down the hall from her.

She scribbled in her diary, bored out of her mind. The door to the bathroom opened, chatter filling the room.

A stall door opened to the right of the hidden student. The horrible sound of someone vomiting made Six feel a little sick herself. It was always a horrible, nasty sounding noise.

"Two, you should really go see a doctor about that," a voice said. Six saw the large student do to the sick and mirrors. A familiar pair of dress shoes made her eyes widen a little.

"Grow up, Two, Bulimia is so '87," the coy and mischievous voice of the trio's leader made Six a bit surprised. He came in the girl's bathroom? To think she once thought he had some class to him.

The door opened again, making them all drop the conversation as Two hurled into the toilet once again.

"Seven and Three... and Two. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell? You're late for class," Ms. S' voice came from the doorway, the sound of her heels clicking against the tile floor.

"Two wasn't feeling well, we just came to help her out," Seven said. Six could picture the mischievous yet innocent look the boy had.

"No without a hall pass you're not, week's detention-"

"No, wait, hold on! We're on year book committee," Six said from her hideaway, pulling out one of her many foraged hall passes and jotted down the other three's names.

She opened the door and walked out, handing the fake hall pass to the teacher. Ms. S took it, looking over the words, before giving a small nod.

"I see everyone is listed. Fine, but don't take to long. Also, Seven, wait outside next time." With that the teacher walked away, leaving the four student to themselves.

Six felt her diary being swiped from her hands, making her jump at the sudden action. Seven held the book, flipping to the back where the extra passes were.

"These are excellent forgeries... who are you?" He asked, handing the book back to her.

She took it, looking up to the trio leader. "Six Sawyer. I crave a boon," she said quickly.

Seven rose a brow, a skeptical look on his face. "What boon?"

"Let me sit with you tomorrow at lunch, there's no talking necessary. If people see you tolerating me, they might leave me alone."

Seven eyed her up and down, a small disapproving look in his eyes.

"Before you answer, I can do a lot more the hallpasses. I also do report cards, doctor's notes, and-"

Two's voice called behind her. "Do you do prescriptions too?"

"Shut up, Two," Seven snapped, making Two mumble a small apology. The blue wearing other looked at her, holding her chin in his hand, looking at her.

"Well... it's something we can work with. At least you got good bone structure," he mumbled, holding her head up. He let go, nodding.

"It's a deal. We just have make you look like you fit in though. Three, I need your brush."

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The next day wasn't much of a difference for Negative. Six wasn't here yet, which did make her a little suspicious.

She didn't even come over for movie night! Where was she?

She closed her locker door, hearing kids ooh and awed as the popular kids came in.

"Wait, whose that with them?"

"I never seen her before, is she new?"

"She's kinda cute."

Negative casted a glance to the crowd, bunching the end of her sweater sleeve nervously. New kids normally spelt trouble for her, since most kids made fun of her.

Her eyes widen. There in the trio stood a girl in a yellow blazer, a white shirt underneath with a blazing yellow sun clipping the jacket together.

She wore a black skirt that ended right under her knees, long gray songs with pale yellow diamonds on them, finished off by a pair of yellow hightops. Black hair was shinier and cleaner then usual, spray to keep it in placed.

She followed behind them, waving to those as she walked by.

"Six?" Negative muttered under her breath.

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Finished - Oct. 14th

Nearly didn't make the deadline. Oh boy, I was stumped on how to describe this without over half the lyrics being copied and pasted, which isn't any fun.

Yeah, I didn't it for the bathroom thing, but that's because I didn't want to go off track.

Hope you enjoyed!

Take care!