That school day had left a bitter....sour....foul....flat out horrible taste in Tanya's mouth. This year she would be on the Varsity cheer squad. Today the girls were discussing possible captains and after Tanya's performance last year she was candidate. The leading the candidate. However, because of her duties as a slayer she declined. Half the squad already felt that she was just spoiled and now that increased the notion. The runner up had been a girl name Kaitlyn who had it out for Tanya and also thought she was just being stuck up. After school ended as Tanya hopped on her bike, Kaitlyn, with a small entourage, approached her. 

"I knew you were just a flake. Everyone chooses you for captain and you just turn it down. What makes you so special." Said Kaitlyn with a grimace.

"What does it matter to you? I just didn't want to be captain. I'm too busy." Tanya was putting her thing into her side bags.

"Yeah right, you just think you're too good for us. The adopted girl with big money thinks she's too good for us. You and your 'siblings' are just stuck up little kids, living of your fake 'daddies' money because your real parents didn't want you." The girl was smirking now.

Something changed inside of Tanya and she climbed off her bike. "You're just upset because no one chose you. You're second best and your mad about it. It's okay hun. No need to be so bitter." Tanya's grin was devious as she took a step toward Kaitlyn. She leaned in, her mouth right next to the other girl's ear. "You can say whatever you want about me, but don't talk shit about my family."

Kaitlyn sensed the rise she'd gotten from Tanya. "And just what are you going to do about it you little sl**." 

Tanya grit her teeth and clenched her fist. She wasn't miss popularity anymore. She was a roughed up girl out on the streets in a torn miniskirt who was facing down a soccer mom talking crap about her family of girls on the corner. Even though she had been with the Blackwells for a little over a year, they were her family and she respected them just like she respected those women each with their own problems and stories.

A crowd was starting to form, as usual in highschool. Adolescence could smell unease and were drawn to it.