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Not Your Average High School Experience

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Her name is Elizabeth Grey.

You could say that her time in High School has been the best time of her life. You could say that she's made tons of friends. You could also say that she's made some great memories.

That would be a lie.

You could say that she's the school popular. You could say that she has at least four fashion crazy and drop dead gorgeous blondes following her around everywhere. You could also say that she's dating the quarterback of the football team.

That would be a lie.

You could say that she has perfect grades in all her classes and her teachers love her. You could say that she hasn't done anything that would get her into trouble with the Principal.

That would be a lie.

The truth about Elizabeth is that she hasn't had the best time in High School, she has no friends and not that many good memories. She's not a popular blonde with poise and the quarterback by her side at all times. She's always in trouble with the Principal and all her teachers hate her because she's allowing all her grades to slip. Well, almost all her grades are slipping. Her history grades are okay and that would be because of her girlfriend, who just so happens to be her history teacher as well.

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My History teacher!?
Elizabeth walked down the sidewalk, her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her blue jeans and her black hood was pulled up over her head to keep her a little warmer. She was on her way home from a party that she wasn't supposed to have been at, having snuck out because her parents refused to let her go when she wanted to. A soft sigh came from her lips, a small white cloud forming in front of her face as her hot breath met the cold December night. Pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself, coming to a stop at the familiar four way that she crossed most times she was on her way home. As she stood there she decided to take a look around, noticing an area of the sidewalk that had been taped off about five feet to her left seeing as she was facing the road. The bright orange tape was tied to a post at each corner of the section, marking off a rather large section of the sidewalk that looked like it was going to be repaved. There were a extra wooden poles laying at an angle because they were leaning against some piece of equipment. After about a moment of standing there she was pulled out of her little daze when she heard the sound of tires slowly crunching over the slightly icy road in front of her. She looked away from the work site, towards the car only to find that it was one she would recognize anywhere. It was her parents' Honda Civic. "Elizabeth Nichole Grey! Where the hell have you been all night!? Your father and I have been looking around the whole damn block for you!" A woman yelled the moment the car's window was rolled down. Elizabeth had finally been caught and she knew she was in deep trouble now. "I've been at a friends house. I told them while I was at school that I would go, and I don't want to lie to them." Elizabeth replied while looking at her mother, her icy blue eyes locking with the deep brown ones of her mothers. Her mother's eyes held several emotions, but two of them Elizabeth noticed immediately. Anger and relief. "Elizabeth, you know what your mother and I told you about that party at dinner. You weren't supposed to go, you were supposed to be in bed." Her father said as he leaned over a little closer to his wife, allowing his face to be illuminated by a nearby street lamp. "Dad, I can't just sit around and do nothing all the time. I'm old enough to have some fun at a friends house am I not?" Elizabeth asked, raising an eyebrow slightly at her father. After all her parents were always telling her that she needed to start hanging out with more friends. "Well you can't exactly sneak out to have fun either! Do you understand what your mother and I went through when we saw that you weren't home?" He yelled, now seemingly just as mad as her mother. "Don't do this! I just wanted to have fun for once! I wouldn't have had to sneak out if you would have let me go in the first place! It's not like it was that far away." Elizabeth yelled right back. "Don't you dare yell at your father young lady! Now get in the car right this moment, we're taking you home and we can talk about punishment on the way there." Her mother said while giving her a rather stern look as she practically commanded Elizabeth to get in the back of the car. "No! I can walk home by myself, I'm not a kid anymore mom! I'm 16, I can make it back to the house without killing myself!" Elizabeth yelled completely outraged. She knew that she had done the wrong thing, but her mom was telling her the same thing she always told her when she got in trouble as a little girl. She couldn't help but think her mom still thought she was a child. "Get in this car Elizabeth." Her father said this time, no longer yelling which wasn't exactly a good thing. His tone was dead serious and the tone he used when he wanted her to do something and do it right at that moment. Elizabeth opened her mouth as to reply but got cut off by the sound of tires squealing against the slick icy road, trying to get a reaction that it would never get. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she looked towards the sound and saw a bright red pickup truck heading straight towards her parent's car, having come from the side of the four way directly ahead of their car. The truck had swerved to their side of the road and wasn't able to get the traction that it needed to make it back to its' side. Elizabeth thought about only one thing as she saw the truck. Her parents. She knew that she didn't have enough time to tell them about it or have them react. She looked at her mother one last time, an apologetic look on her face before time sped up once more, the truck barreling into the Civic. Elizabeth jumped slightly at the piercing sound of the school bell which was releasing 6th period as well as waking her from her dream. No matter how many times she heard that bell, she'd never really get used to it. She sat up in her seat and ran a hand through her long and slick straight, jet black hair, yawning slightly. She stood and stretched, knowing that she needed to be awake for her next three classes. After stretching she grabbed her tattered and beaten black backpack off of the back of her chair before slinging it over one shoulder. Looking around for a moment she walked out of the class room and into the packed hallway. Almost immediately the smell caused her to wrinkle her nose. The sweaty jocks from 6th period gym and the over powering smell of too much cologne. Fighting back a gag as one of the jocks walked by, she looked at the ground while making her way to her locker the way she always did. Soon she arrived at her locker and looked up from the oddly spotted and mismatched school tiles, her eyes trailing up the grey school lockers before finally landing on her top locker. Locker 253. The moment that she stopped her eyes on her locker she groaned slightly and closed them, rubbing her face with her left hand, completely frustrated. Written across her locker was the word 'Freak'. The paint color was jet black and she could tell it was still fresh due to the fact that the paint was still running at the bottom of each of the letters. It was slowly making its way down to the bottom of her locker as well as the lockers next to hers because it was too large to fit on only her locker. Giving a rather loud sigh she entered the combination of her locker and opened it, reaching in and grabbing the rag as well as a bottle of cleaner that was in the back which she kept back there because this wasn't the first time that this had happened. "You need some help with that?" She heard an unfamiliar voice come from behind her. She stopped her cleaning and looked over her shoulder to see who exactly had asked the question. Standing there was a blonde girl that looked like all of the other students to her, although she was a little more dressed up than the students at her school typically were. The girl had on a pair of black pantyhose, black heals and a black skirt. The skirt stopped a little above the knee with a slit that ran a few inches up the right side. To go against her darker lower half, she wore a white button up shirt that was slightly see through and caused Elizabeth's cheeks to turn a slight red. "I'm good, thanks." Elizabeth said while looking the girl in the eyes, finding that the blonde had stunning green eyes. She gave a slight nod before turning around to finish scrubbing her locker, knowing that she had to hurry and make it to her 7th block class, otherwise her art teacher was going to be pissed that she was late once more. She heard a gentle sigh come from the girl as she scrubbed and listened to the gentle noise of the girl's high heels walking away from her. Elizabeth bit her lip finally removing the paint from her locker and tossing the equipment inside her locker, heading to her art class, that was until the bell rang, causing the girl to give a gentle curse and run the rest of the way. Luckily for her the teacher seemed to be in a more forgiving mood and she took her seat, half listening to instructions. She honestly wasn't interested in art at the moment, but the girl she had seen at her locker. There was no denying that she found the mystery girl attractive, but one thing bothered her; Elizabeth had no idea who she was. A soft sigh slipped past her lips as she looked up, meeting the eyes of a rather annoyed art teacher, which made her flinch some in surprise. Well, that was one way to piss the teacher off. Elizabeth gave another sigh as the bell rang, signaling a class change. She was definitely going to be on time for this class, which was history. She headed down the hallway, her eyes casted downward, she was walking a little slower than normal. Her pace instantly picked up as the bell rang once again, that damn thing just wasn't on her side. "Elizabeth Grey?" The girl barged in through the door at hearing her name being called by a somewhat familiar voice. "H-here!" She stuttered out, earning giggles, chuckles, and even some snarky comments. That's when she noticed that the girl was actually a woman and not just any woman, but her history teacher. The blonde-haired woman gave a sweet welcoming smile. "Well, Miss Elizabeth, welcome to history class, my name's Ms. Watson." She said, introducing herself.

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