Ryan awoke to the sound of ringing in her ears. The sound caused her to grab the alarm clock and chuck it at the wall. Yet another clock broken by Ryan. Ryan looked at the extra clock that sat out of her reach and saw the time was 5:30. She glared at the clock and muttered obscene words as she pushed herself out of bed. She looked ahead of her to the mirror on the back of the door and saw her black hair was basically everywhere. She once again muttered obscene phrases as she made her way to her bathroom and turning on the water all the way up. She peeled off her clothing and stepped into the shower. 

As she showered her mind began to wander before pulling forth the memories of her dreams the past few nights. All of her dreams involved a white fox. They always varied on how it began, sometimes she would start off as a child on a good day with her parents and other times it would be of her waking up with a hangover and/or in a strangers house. But these dreams, these odd dreams of hers, they always ended the same. The white fox would show up and Ryan would follow and be lead to somewhere where she'd either fall into a black hole or a bright light would blind her causing her to wake up. Ryan shook her head pushing the odd dreams away and stepping out of the shower and drying herself off.

Ryan took time to blow dry her hair straight then apply dark eye makeup. She then brushed her teeth and went out of the bathroom and to her closet. She quickly got dressed into a pair of black high waisted shorts, a black off the shoulder halter crop top, a pair of black fishnet tights, a pair of black heeled booties, and a long sleeve black and red plaid shirt tied around her waist. Ryan made her way back to her bathroom and applied some red lipstick before going out and observing herself in the mirror. Her [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=164975234&new_pinterest_publish=on]outfit[/url] tied together perfectly and it helped emphasize her vibe that said, 'Don't fuck with me.' She finished off the look by pulling her long straight raven hair into a high ponytail, pieces hanging out to frame her face. With that Ryan left, slinging her bag over her shoulder on the way out. She climbed onto her motorcycle and took off her hair flowing behind her.

[center][h3] At School [/h3][/center]

Once Ryan arrived to school she went and grabbed her schedule surprising people as she walked by. She rarely showed up for school yet passed all of her classes by showing up on test days and acing the tests. Ryan decided that she'd show up for the first day for once and boy was she glad she did. Ryan saw a senior jock holding a kid against the locker teasing him and threatening him. The jock's friends encouraging him the whole time. Ryan didn't go and help people, she just took opportunities like this to get into a fight for the hell of it. Ryan smirked as she walked straight towards the jock, the crowd around them parting as she made her way to them. 

The jock paused and looked over his shoulder when he realized the crowd went silent. "What do you want Ryan?" The jock said spitting her name out as if it were venom. "Well I feel like you should be picking on someone your own size but I know that the typical response I gave won't make it through your walnut sized brain. Sooo I'm gonna make this simple. I came here to fight you because what is a day at school with out some girl kicking your ass." Ryan said a smirk spreading across her face as the jock took the bait and dropped the nerd turning and swinging her fist at his face. That's when the fight broke out, Ryan easily overpowered him but he got a good right hook in somehow hitting her mouth and splitting her lip. Ryan punched him a few more times until her fist connected with his nose. A satisfying crunch was heard and she felt the crimson liquid spill out of his broken nose onto her hand. The jock fell to the floor and his friends rushed to help him up at the same time a teacher came and grabbed Ryan's arm.

"Come on Miss Jones. You have an appointment with the principal. This must be a new record. School hasn't even started on the first day of school and you are already going to the principal's office. Maybe this time he will just expel you." Her oh-so-favorite teacher, Mr. Collins said. Mr. Collins hated her guts and would give up anything to get her out of the school. When they reached the office Ryan sat down in a chair and Mr. Collins went back to inform the principal before taking his leave. While she waited, Ryan grabbed a Kleenex from the little table next to her and dabbing at her bleeding lip ignoring the jock's still wet blood on her hand.