A quick thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the prologue. Due to your kind comments, I've decided to continue! I like this first chapter; please, PLEASE continue to review. Enjoy!

The school day at McKinley High consists of six and a half grueling hours of work and little leisure time. As I sat down in my assigned seat for Italian class, Ms. Berry walked in, her perfect high pony swinging gently and her pencil skirt showing off just the right amount of leg. It was finally ninth period, and honestly, I was completely exhausted. The night before had been rough; my mom had come out of her room for the first time in days to fill up a canteen to take back into her room. She looked awful, dressed in her usual attire which consisted of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a messy pony-tail. Seeing her then, you would have never guessed she was the one and only Quinn Fabray in high school. I guess people just change.

The day had been bad, to say the very least. I had received the first C of my life on my Geometry test the period before, and I had fallen off the top of a small pyramid during Cheerios practice which earned me a good lecture from Coach Sylvester as well as a couple of bruises. In addition to this, I was already bombarded with homework that I had neglected to do the night before because like I said, it was a rough night. My best friend Becca Pierce wasn't even there to help me get all my shit sorted out. Basically, I hated everyone and everything and I wanted more than anything to go home and watch a full marathon of America's Next Top Model.

So, when Ms. Berry saw that I hadn't done my homework and gave me that stern look that she always did to students who didn't do their work, I snapped. "Do you mind, Ms. Berry?" I had asked sarcastically, loud enough so the whole class could hear. "If looks could kill, I'd be dead on the ground right now."

"Excuse me?" she asked in response, the normally sweet tone of her voice supplanted by a harsh, insulted one. The no nonsense Ms. Berry.

Crap, what did I just get myself into?

"Nothing," I replied, sinking back in my seat.

Ms. Berry wasn't letting this go, though. "No, there's obviously a problem, Ms. Puckerman. How about you spit it out instead of keeping all of your little thoughts to yourself? That seemed to be your initial intention."

"Jesus, Ms. Berry," Beth said in a harsh tone, deciding she'd punish herself for using God's name in vain later. "Leave me alone. It's like you're obsessed with me or something."

At this, a bunch of kids in the class laughed; and even with my knowledge of how awful I was being to Ms. Berry, it actually made me happy. They were laughing at things I said.

"Obsessed with you?" Ms. Berry asked rhetorically. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but the world doesn't revolve around Beth Puckerman."

This provoked a couple of ooh's and burn's from around the classroom. Most people usually took Ms. Berry's side in arguments like these. Believe it or not, she got into them quite often. Kids in Lima just didn't know how to shut their mouths and she had a zero tolerance policy. I had always been one of her favorites; now I was just like the rest of the losers in this town.

"Oh, but I beg to differ," I responded with a light smirk. "Because any world that doesn't revolve around me is surely a not a world worth living in."

"Sure, honey, think what you want."

"I will."

That night I had come home late after visiting Becca at her house. She had a stomach bug, so I didn't stay there for long. I spent most of the night meandering on the street, thinking my day over. Being the most popular girl in school, I didn't usually have off days. I guess there's a first time for everything.

The days continued on this way; I'd lightly nudge Ms. Berry until she broke and I could win. Eventually, my remarks became more and more insulting. Only a couple of days had passed since my first offense and I was already commenting on her sex life and spreading rumors about her. I knew I was wrong, but I was in way too deep to quit.

"Where the hell were you?" Uncle Finn asked once I had finally returned home after yet another late night.

"Out," I responded plainly before plopping down on the couch and turning on Gossip Girl.

"This is the fourth time this week, Beth. I called you like five times, Beth. Why didn't you pick up?"

"Huh?" I asked before checking my phone. Four missed calls from Finn. Damn. "It was actually four, dumbass," I blurted out, earning myself a glare from her uncle.

"What the fuck has gotten into you, Bethany? I got a call from the school yesterday, you know."
"Saying what? Another award for a perfect student?"

"Nope," he replied in a matter-of-fact manner. "It was about your behavior in Italian class. Apparently, your teacher is not pleased with the way you've been acting."

I rolled my eyes. "That's because she's a lady-loving prick who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up."

"Hey, you watch your language," he reprimanded angrily. "You know they want me to come into the school tomorrow and have a conference with her, right? What does that say about my parenting?"

"You're not my dad!" I nearly screamed before storming out of the room and slamming my bedroom door. Fuck my life.

Ooooh, drama! What do you guys think is going to happen at the conference? Review, review, review!