Hi! This is my first Ruby Oliver fic, and please bear with me as this is nought but an experiment and I have four other fics to be concentrating on! Thanks, and I would love some reviews!

So you know, the chapters are alternating in POV from Ruby and my new character. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Ruby Oliver series (they belong to E. Lockhart) but I do own my OC.

Cranked Over Nothing- Chapter 1

Demi-Jane

"Demi-Jane? Are you awake?!"

"Urghh..."

"Aren't you getting up for school?"

Ick. School. My mother shook me awake and pulled the sheets away. Opening my eyes, I sat up and rolled out of bed. She was standing above me, her hands on her hips.

"Look at you! Your sister is already ready to go!"

"Of course Little Miss Perfect is ready!" I stood, staring my mother down.

She was pretty and prim, as always. Auburn hair up in a bob, her 'brilliant mother' apron tied around her waist.

"You have to get ready now, or I can't give you a lift."

"Why, where are you going?" I asked, not really interested, as I pulled open the suitcase that I had dumped on my room floor when we first arrived two days before.

"I'm going to get a job. As what, I haven't decided yet."

I shrugged, making a noise that sounded like good luck. She left the room, as I closed my eyes and grabbed the two pieces of clothing that my hands could find. A tartan button-up shirt, and a pair of white jeans. It was acceptable; I didn't really care about making any kind of special first impression at this Tate Preparatory place. If they didn't like me, boo hoo.

I pulled myself into the clothes and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, where my little twelve-year old sister Paula and my father were sitting at the kitchen table eating toast and drinking orange juice. Paula was little for her age, had short brown hair and green eyes. Wearing all pink, she was basically screaming out 'HEY, I'M TWELVE, AND I LOVE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!'

Ick.

"Breakfast, Demi-Jane." Mom slid a plate of dry wholemeal toast towards me. Why did she have to call me Demi-Jane? She could just call me Demi, without adding the unbearably posh extra syllable that was unfortunately on my birth certificate. I'll get my hands on it someday.

I took the toast from my plate and picked up my bag from the living room. I walked out of the door before my Mom could go on about the lift she was giving us, stopping to call for my sister.

"Come on, squirt!"

"Wait!"

She stumbled out after me, stuffing her (pink) lunchbox into her (pink) rucksack. I walked ahead, knowing my way.

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So this was Tate Prep.

It was a huge building- actually, there were a lot of buildings, in a circle around a huge quad. On the front of the main building was Tate Prepatory carved into stone, two statues of lions either side of it.

I stomped in, ignoring the small group of people who who whispering to each other and pointing, Ooh, look at the new girl.

Paula and I went to the registration desk, the woman with thin specs looking down her nose at us.

"Demi-Jane Townsend? Paula Townsend?" she said, pointing her pencil at us and consulting a clipboard.

"Yup." I said briefly. I was looking around, not really paying attention. The woman pushed two schedules in my hands.

"There you go. Homeroom starts in five minutes."

Without thanking her, I turned and walked away, passing Paula her own schedule.

Drama Elective, British Lit, Algebra, Painting Elective, Biology, Gym. Funnnn...

I bumped into someone as I was going. He dropped his books.

"Sorry!" I said, as I helped him pick them up.

"It's fine, honestly." he replied, looking into my face and smiling.

He was cute. Sticky-up brown hair, nice eyes, good bod. We gave each other the initial up-and-down-look before I smiled back.

"Jackson!"

It was this girl, Japanese looking, with a cool, sleek bob for a haircut. I smiled at her too, but she gave me an evil look before grabbing the boy's upper arm and marching off.

I rolled my eyes- protective girlfriend alert? Although, he may need some kind of protection. He was fine...

The bell rang, presumably indicating the beginning of Homeroom. I had no idea where to go.

Tate Prep. This was going to be fun.

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Hope you enjoyed, although I don't think it was really up to scratch (first RO fic...)

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