Victoria Amorsan sat under a dragon temple. It horrified her but she believed what horrified her most about the statue was the tongue that seemed to hang from the dragonâ€™s mouth. She heaved a sign. What was life? A big ball game? She laughed. The new family she was with was hardly fair. They put so much restrictions on her that she felt like a little kindergartner. The sky had fluffy white clouds that seemed to scatter over half the sun. Her dark purple eyes seemed to scan the sky. What was a cheer leader if she had to be "religious." That was so not her style.<br/><br/>She remembered her mother speaking to her. "Victoria Amorsan we have had enough of your bullshit its time you become aquatinted with punishment." Thus the whole moving and leaving her friends came about. Was it fair? Absolutely not. But not matter what she said her words would be useless. Now look where she was at. A town that she hardly understood, and people that she couldnâ€™t quite fit in with because they were religious.<br/><br/>Her head leaned back and her blonde hair seemed to fall carelessly down her back. The world was a wonder to her. She had just worked her ass off in practice, and then ran here to this what she calls sacred spot. Which was in-between school grounds and her new house. She wouldnâ€™t call it home yet. It felt more like prison. She had another hour before she had to be back at the house. It had only been a week since she moved here, and she had already nearly gotten herself  half grounded three times. However this spot right here was much like a sanctuary for her.<br/><br/>She smiled. An hour to sit here and do nothing. Since she had hardly managed to make any friends except for the cheerleaders. But even they were a little more goody-toe shoes than she expected. None of them ever went against there curfew. Boring people to her. She yearned for excitement to make trouble, and cause problems. Like the little devil that she so naturally was.<br/><br/>It was then that she spotted a boy around her age walking towards her. He was  handsomer than any guy she had ever seen. His over coat seemed to sway in the breeze. She immediately stood up. Her name wasnâ€™t spit fire for nothing.<br/><br/>"Hey you." She teased. The man seemed familiar but she wasnâ€™t sure why. Though she should be all ohhy gooey over him. She felt more she wasnâ€™t sure. Like her feelings were mixed. She didnâ€™t know the guy nor had sheâ€¦she was sure ever spoken to him.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"scary, huh?"</span>He asked. This startled her so much that she tripped.<br/><br/>"Scary? What am I supposed to be scared about?" She regained her balance laughing. Her mind seemed to recognize his voice from somewhere but she could hardly place. A wicked grin crossed her face she tidied her blue mini skirt which was part of the school uniform. "So Mr.â€¦scary do you know any good places." She winked and waited for his response.