Changing of a Slut: Diary of a Good Prep Gone Punk

Full summary: Mina Aino is tired of the high society life of the popular girls. The fake smiles and knives in the back just weren't her forte. She was tired of it, she wanted a place where she could say what she wanted without having it held against her at a later date. She finds solace with a childhood friend and make new ones who show her who you are in high school doesn't make you who you are in life. MA/SF

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A/N: I know, another story. But you know me, I can't help myself.

WARNING: This is an AU, there is no magic, rebirth, Voldemort, Chaos, or Dumbledore. This is also a high school fic. You have been forewarned.

Wow that was creepy. Whatever on with the show. This story is told from Mina's POV mostly.

CHAPTER ONE BREAKING AWAY

I sighed, I am so tired of this. You might wonder what I am talking about, well, let me tell you all about me.

I am 16, I am a junior in Hogwarts High, and my life was a carefully constructed lie. Intriguing I know, now you may just think I am just your average whiny teenager, but I actually have reasons for the whining.

Number one: My parents, who would rather send me somewhere, throw cash, or a credit card at me than spend more than a millisecond with me.

Number two: My "friends", who are not much better than my parents, they all back stab each other, talk about each other, sleep with each other's boyfriends, lie to said boyfriends and so much more I don't want to talk about. Of course me being the just overall kind person I am, I didn't like to do any of these things.

Number three: My life, which was in a hopeless state of disrepair.

Number four: My desperate need to change, into anything else than what I was.

But I am or rather was just like them. Fake and empty. Why the change you ask?

Let me tell you all about it.

SEPTEMBER

It was the beginning of the school year. A time for showing a more sun burnt part of yourself. I of course could never be sun burnt, as I was a "popular" girl. I had to be tanned but not too tanned. I hated tanning with a passion of, ironically, a hundred suns.

I had to look like a Barbie at all times, now as I look back on it, it was really retarded, but on with the flashing back.

I recall the last straw was at a party that I was invited to after the school's beginning of the year pep rally.

It was at one of Draco's houses, his parties were always "interesting" to say the least.

I was trying to drown my sorrows in alcohol, I used to do that a lot, I was sent upstairs by the pressing need to vomit, when I walked in on my "best friend", Relena, in the process of performing certain services on my boyfriend, Malachite.

Note that it was my boyfriend, and the sad thing was Relena had the grace to act like it was his fault. That he forced her to invite him upstairs, he forced he to take off her top, he forced her to do what they were doing now.

Not that I'm saying he's not at fault, he's is responsible for his actions or rather his lack of action as he proceeded to let Relena do all of those things, including him.

Really I shouldn't have been surprised, Relena had had a bad habit of sleeping with her friends' boyfriends.

Of course with mine, she'd only kissed them, me being the naïve idiot I was forgave her and blamed the hormonal male.

I should have known better, Relena was a manipulative bitch who would sleep with absolutely anyone to get what she wanted and when she didn't she slept around even more.

Firstly, I was surprised by the fact that I had held in my vomit for that long, I stormed out of the house, into the front yard, where I promptly tossed my cookies.

Then I went back inside and kicked a kissing couple out of the bathroom and washed out my mouth, finishing the entire 45 oz mouth wash bottle.

Then I walked out calmer, spotting Relena, I made my way over to her.

As soon as she noticed me coming she pasted on a distraught face.

"Relena are you okay?" I asked worriedly, of course I was faking.

Relena nodded, still pretending to be distraught, "I'm sorry about him. He is such a sleaze. Did he force himself on you?" I asked sympathetically, faking again.

Relena responded by bursting into crocodile tears, I embraced her and after quelling the urge to strangle her I comforted her until her crocodile tears had faded away to forced sniffles.

"I should have never left him alone." I said.

"No, it's my fault, I should have known better." she said sorrowfully.

"Stay here, I'll go break it off." I said comfortingly. On the inside I wanted to retch, again. I would have if I had anything to throw up. How did she live her life in such a lie? I wondered.

Furthermore how did other people believe and enable that lie? How and why had I believed her?

Maybe I was desperate to fit in, even if it meant sacrificing my entire personality. Everyone wants to be well liked.

As a caused a enormous scene that will forever be known as, "Me Slapping The Crap Out Of Malachite", wonderful title I know, anyway, on the inside I was wasting away.

Apparently this string of events had only expedited the death of everything that I was inside, if that makes any sense, whatsoever.

As I stormed out of the house again, and raced off in my sports car to my mansion, and angrily stole my mother's credit card, and went on an online shopping spree, I knew things had to change.

I couldn't keep on living like this. Like some lifeless doll, without purpose or reason, simply doomed to live on for nothing and no one.

But most of all I needed new friends. Desperately.