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A/N: Hello to all fellow KND writers and readers , this is my first KND fic ever. I usually write PowerPuff Girls, but I've recently been reading KND fanfictions, just because I had the sudden urge to read something different, and KND was one of my favorite cartoons to watch back in the day sooo, ...I got hooked. Now I decided I wanted to try my hand in one. Please give it a chance and see how you like it. Thanks'

P.S. This is an AU, It does refer to some things from the actual show to bring it a little closer to home if you know what I mean...but that does not mean it won't have its seriously crazy twists. But don't let that stop you!

P.S.S. Oh and I thought you's like to know, this has way more than just friendship and adventure, it has everything, Suspense( I hope), Mystery, Romance, Family, Confusion...you get it. So anyway I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: I didn't own PPG so there is no way I own this, But I did love this show too!

This was not how it should have happened...not even close. All she wanted was a normal life...when did things become so...not normal? She sat in the dark room, hugging her knees to her chest having no idea where she was or what had happened. One minute she was walking home, the next... she couldn't remember.

She let out a quivering sigh, burying her head in her hands, "I wish I weren't me..."

It was a bright day, the sky was blue and the clouds were scattered and few. A young 15-year-old girl stood before a large building.

She stared at it with a certain distaste. She had never been here before and frankly, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be. The large stone plaque above the door read:

'McConnell High School, where we inspire our students.'

She let out a small sigh, she might as well get it over with. She had to go in whether she liked it or not. Smoothing out her dark blue knee-length skirt. She felt her hair to make sure it was still pulled back in a clean pony tail. Satisfied with her results she grasped the strap of her light blue messenger bag and descended up the wide white stone stairs.

She entered the large school facility. Aside from its large size and polished floors, it looked like a normal high school. Little did she know that this place held far more then a normal high school...

Tugging a corner of her white frilled blouse, she headed for the principal's office and knocked gingerly, she heard a grunt as a response come from inside. She quietly walked in...where were all the students, the teachers? The entire school was empty...not a sound could be heard, all the quietness came off as...well, creepy.

She hoped she wasn't that late...her parents had assured her that she wasn't. But maybe schools did things differently here. She'd only been here for a couple of weeks. She'd moved from California...her father had to follow his 'business' whatever that meant. And although her mother didn't seem to pleased about moving to a, what she called, down life state, she had insisted that Virginia was... quaint.

She stood in front of a low shabby wooden desk, there was some normal office supplies on it, a very old-looking computer, a scratched up name plate that said...Ms. O'Feely?...no, it was Ms. O'Felly, At least, she hoped she was right, And a very grouchy looking old woman sitting behind it.

She cleared her throat politely, "Um, I'm the new student...I've come for my schedule?" It sounded like a question instead of a statement.

She wasn't sure why, but she had an uneasy feeling about this place...as if some unseen force would crush her right where she was standing if she so much as straightened her back.

The old women lifted her beady eyes, she pulled her eye glasses lower on her wrinkled nose, examining the fidgeting girl before her.

Then without another look, she reached under her worn desk and pulled out a fat yellow folder with colored paper sticking out of it and immediately began leafing through them.

"Name." She said, her voice hoarse with age.

It took the girl a second longer then it should have to answer, "Oh, um...M-McKenzie...Rachel McKenzie." She said wavering.

The women muttered something unintelligible as she shifted through some yellow papers. After a minute she pulled one out and handed it to the new student.

"These are your classes, your locker combination, and your room numbers. Don't lose it until you have it memorized down pat...or else." She narrowed her crude eyes threateningly.

Having nothing else to do or say, and clearly not wanting to find out what 'or else' meant , the girl, Rachel, left without a second thought. After she closed the heavy green metal door behind her, her eyes widened at the scene before her.

The entire hallway was filled with students now...and they were all staring at her nervous figure, murmuring things to each other. She let out a slightly frightened sigh, then tried to walk down the now crowded hallway as normally as she could with every ones eyes on her.

She looked at her yellow paper, her locker number-362- combination-6086- ok seemed easy enough.

But nothing ever was easy, especially in this school, and Rachel was about to discover that first hand.

A group of older students were making their way down the polished hall in a very regal fashion. All the students melted to the sides, out of their way. These people, who seemed to hold a very high position...at least in their minds and apparently in everyone else's, radiated royalty and...haughtiness. Despite those unflattering characteristics everyone seemed to watch them in admiring awe and fear.

Everyone, that is, except Rachel...She was to busy trying to figure out why her locker wouldn't open. It was some time before she was aware of someone behind her...the room had gone deathly silent.

A creeping chill crawled up her back, gulping she slowly turned around, she was face to face with a tall dark-skinned girl.

The girl had a scary look on her smooth face. Her hair hung all out in dreadlocks, she had on a tight pink midriff and baggy blue jeans. There was a dark boy behind her and another girl with red-brown hair.

Rachel stared at her in confusion, what did she want? She looked around, some students looked nervous, some looked at her pityingly. She didn't understand why.

"You." The girl scowled pointing a manicured finger at Rachel.

Rachel looked around, "Me?" She said pointing to herself innocently.

The girls face darkened even more if possible, "Don't you know better than to ignore us? Don't you know who we are?" Her voice had a slight rasp to it, that only made it more frightening.

Rachel stood her ground, "Um..no and am I supposed to know who you are?"

The girl blinked in shock...everyone blinked in shock.

"You don't know...who I am...who we are?!" Her voice rose with every word.

Everyone winced.

"Um...no."

The girl exploded...well not externally but you could see her rage explode in her dark eyes. Rachel sensed this wasn't any ordinary girl...uh oh.

The girl raised her fist and snatched Rachel by the front of her blouse. Rachel tried to break free.

"H-Hey..you can do this...I..I'm new here." Rachel squirmed, but the grip didn't loosen.

Just as the blow was coming down a larger dark hand stopped it.

"Stop Cree, she said she's new."

Rachel stared in surprise at the tall dark rescuer. He had on a dark green hoodie and dark blue jeans, his hair also hung in dreadlocks only shorter, he had a gentle face that seemed to say more than his words.

Cree, as she was called, turned her head to glare at the boy, "Yeah so what, that's no excuse for not knowing who we are...dang school, they should make it need to know information."

But nonetheless she dropped Rachel, who scrambled back up dusting her self off, she looked at the people before her.

"Come on Just forget it." The boy said, his voice was deep and comforting.

Cree rolled her eyes and glared at Rachel, "Next time brat, get your facts before you enter an unknown zone." With that she shoved Rachel against her locker and made her way down the still silent hallway, the dark boy threw her an apologetic look but it also seemed to warn her.

The auburn haired girl just ignored her, shoving her nose in the air, she walked away.

Everyone else watched Rachel, half expected her to cry. The other half expected her to run out now and never come back...

Rachel did neither, she straightened, opened her locker, took her books and walked down to her first class... every staring person gawked in disbelief...

She couldn't believe it, her first day in this crummy school and she was already a bully target. Nobody wanted to talk to her, they were all to afraid to be seen near her...and she still didn't understand why.

It was her lunch period now and to say the least she was starving. Knowing there was no such thing as good cafeteria food, she had brought her own.

She entered the large round room, there were tables everywhere, students chatting and the smell of...something mixed with something else in the noisy air.

Rachel saw an empty table so, knowing nobody there, she took it and sat by herself.

She could feel eyes on her as she slowly began to unpack her lunch, the noise and chatter slowly subsided. Rachel groaned inwardly, didn't these people have anything better to do then stare at her.

Apparently not.

Just when Rachel was about to proclaim herself not hungry anymore, the cafeteria doors opened. Everyone turned and looked at the people who entered, seeing no one important to them they all forgot about Rachel and resumed eating.

Rachel ignore it all, until she heard a voice...of a boy.

"Hey guys, check this out we got a new table buddy and we didn't even know it." The voice sounded like it was sill on the maturing side, slightly childish.

Rachel looked up, she saw a tall, skinny boy, he had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a brown green cap on his head.

His bangs poked out a little, he had a blue unbuttoned shirt over a white T and brown khaki pants, over all he was kind of...cute.

He was smiling a dimpled smile, Rachel could feel that he was nice.

"Um, sorry is this your table?" She asked quietly as she stood up, three more people came up behind him.

The boy shook his head, "Naw, we don't name our tables, but we all do have names." He chuckled slightly.

Rachel shrugged, was it supposed to be a joke? She had no idea.

A dark-skinned girl who was slightly shorter than the boy walked up, she had a long black braid down her back, a red cap on her head with the visor low, a dark blue T-shirt with white lines running down the sides and black jeans.

She smile at Rachel too, "Don't worry you're not meant to laugh...nobody get's his jokes." She said in a raspy voice that was warm with welcome...but slightly familiar.

Another girl bounced up, literally, she was tall and very skinny, she had long shiny black hair that went to her waist, a light green sweater that went to her knees and black tights...Rachel thought she might have been Asian,

"Hello," She squealed in a lightly high-pitched voice, "Your new here aren't you?" Rachel nodded.

"Oh goody, a new friend, this'll be fun!" The girl giggled happily...Uh kind of weird for someone her age but...

Then Rachel noticed a short blond boy, he wasn't smiling, he had a frown on his face, he was wearing an orange hoodie and baggy light blue jeans, his hair was cut into a low bowl cut that made it hard to see his eyes when he lowered his head.

"Great, anothe' sucker, ta tayk ther' hits." He mumbled in a strange accent...Australian she thought.

Rachel frowned at that comment though, "Take their hits?" She asked.

The cap girl nodded and studied Rachel for a moment, "Your new, that's for sure..to bad ya had to meet them before ya got the deal around here."

Rachel was even more confused, "What is the deal?"

"First things first, introductions, My names Abigail Lincoln." The dark-skinned girl said pointing to herself.

"I'm Kuki Sanban!" Chirped the Asian, Kuki? Well that explained some things...

"Muy nayme's Wallabee Beatles...Wally fo' short." The blond shorty said in his thick accent.

"And they call me...Hank...Gilligan" The brown-haired boy said shifting a little.

Rachel smiled, "Rachel McKenzie." She shook their hands polity.

In a few minutes they had all seated themselves around the round plastic table, they chatted comfortably with Rachel...as if they'd known her forever, it was nice to feel like you had friends, especially when you felt like you've totally messed up your life on your first day.

After getting to know them a bit Rachel's eyebrows frowned in deep thought...her dark brown eyes slid towards a particular table...the table were Cree and...the others sat...you could tell it was better accommodated then everyone else. They had better food too.

Abigail notice and snapped her back to reality, "All right y'all we've got to give Rachel the down low on this whole mess...so who's gonna start?"

Everyone looked at each other...then Hank cleared his throat, "Um first thing you gotta know...they, over there, rule this school, elders and all."

Kuki nodded, "The are the most populate kids in the school, they call them selves...The Alphas." She shivered slightly.

"Bunch of cruddy teenager's triyan ta mak them self's feel gud about their pathetic butts." Wally grumbled.

"There the ins and everyone else..they be the outs, us included, and if your new...ooh baby, watch your back. "

Rachel was mystified...how could teens no older than 16-17 have that much power?

"Hasn't anyone ever tried to change their...um, rule. I mean they seem well, that pink shirt girl seemed awfully snobbish."

They all went silent..."We tried..but..let's just say some things are better left in the dark..." Abigail explained.

"Just don't mess with them and they won't mess with you." Hank stated as if they were in a science class.

"Yeah because if you do...they can be really mean." Kuki sniffed.

Abigail patted her back, "Kuki was new too, last year...didn't know a thing about any of this...ended up on their hit list...wasn't a pretty sight."

"Yah, all of us have been on their cruddy lists...except Abby." Wally cut in thoughtfully.

Abigail shot him a scornful look.

Rachel had to bite, "Why not Abby...?"

Silence again...

"Because Cree's my sister..."

"No kidding? She's really your sister?" Rachel asked, beginning to see a slight resemblance.

She, Kuki, and Abigail were walking to their next class. They had found out that they all shared the same English class.

Abby nodded sullenly, "Yeah, the only reason she's never done anything to me is cuz I got like a protection card from her: Mom and Dad."

"Oh,"

They turned down the left corner and entered in an ordinary class room. Most of the students were already there.

Rachel took a seat in between Abby and Kuki, in the fourth row.

"So um...what do people call these...Alphas?" Rachel asked, taking out some books from her messenger bag.

Kuki tapped her chin in thought, "Um well when people talk about them as a group they call them The Alphas, when separate they call them Cree, Maurice, Lizzie and..."

The teacher cut off Kuki's information speech. She was a tall stern looking woman...all dressed in brown, her hair was tied up in a gray bun, and her face held a no-nonsense look all over it.

"Ahem, if you students will please pay attention, My name is Ms. Orly and I will be your English teacher this year. I expect the best behavior and proper grammar to be used here, there will be no short cuts in my class. So attend to your work responsibilities and you might survive this year. Now open your English text-book to page 25 and let us begin."

Rachel and all the others did as they were told and immediately fastened their eyes to their books, Well this school certainly wasn't going to be a picnic to deal with that was for sure.

The school bell rang a somewhat cheerless ring signaling the dreary school day to be over.

Rachel walked out last, after the procession of grey students. The Alphas, of course walked out first.

So far Rachel had learned that this school, from top to bottom was...strange. Alphas? Creepy teachers? Fear, and anxiety hanging in the air...Yep defiantly something wrong with it...She just didn't know what yet.

Well she was glad to have made friends the first day at any rate. They seemed to be the only good difference in this place.

The wind fluttered around swishing her skirt and ruffling her once neat golden blond hair, as she walked down the lonely street...What was wrong with this place? The entire area seemed to hold a...like a heavy gloom of...something? She couldn't figure out what.

She finally made it to her block, which was a good mile from the frightening school. She sighed, even her new home seemed...scary.

She climbed up the stone cut stairs. She rang the large doorbell. She could hear its gong like sound echo inside.

The large heavy wooden door creaked open. A long skinny man with graying hair answered the door. He had on a pressed black suit and a thin mustache on his skinny slightly wrinkled face, His face held a composed look.

"Yes, oh Miss Rachel it's you." Without another word he opened the door wider so she could enter.

"Simon. Um, are mom or dad home?" She asked, handing her bag to the old man.

He took it and put it in its proper place, "Your father is in his study Miss. Your mother, she's out with some friends, to France I believe she went."

Rachel nodded, her family was on the rich side of the money chain. Her father ran a very successful attorney business, though some of his costumers were...on the shady side. But she never really bothered with that. He was a sharp and quick-witted man. He always told her that she was just like him.

Needless to say she adored her father, he held her as his prized child, the apple of his eye.

She was, in fact, closer to him then she was with her mother.

Her mother was a beautiful, elegant, and fashion loving woman. She had only had children in hopes to have a daughter to show off, and indeed she did when Rachel was born her mother went all out to make her the talk of all her rich friends.

Rachel wasn't a completely satisfactory daughter to her mother though. That being she was just too much like her father and didn't take much pleasure in fashion, makeup and elegance, like her mother was constantly wanting her to.

She did however reach both her parents pride in the academic department. She was always the top honor student, the best musician in her earlier school, and she excelled in many award won activities.

Her father adored her sharp mind and organized leadership skills. Though her mother didn't value those trait highly, she did hold her academic performance high. And how pretty she looked in blue...

She walked across the huge shiny marble floor, her Mary janes clicking on the hard surface, towards the gold cage elevator.

Within minutes she was on the third floor, the elevator let out a 'ding' and she stepped down. She took a few left turns down the many corridors. Finding the door she wanted she pushed the heavy carved door and slipped inside.

It was a spacious study, shelves laden with books of every kind, covered the east and west walls. in the middle was a large black wood table. It had a up-to date laptop on it and papers strewn all about. A medium, well build man was sitting hunched over these papers in a large swivel Office chair.

Rachel let out a small cough. The mans pen stopped writing immediately, he turned around in his chair with a smile for his daughter.

"Hey Honey, How was school today? Did you wow 'em like I knew you would?" He was grinning at her now, so sure she was the star attraction.

Rachel hadn't felt the heavy burden of her day until just at that moment. She sighed and went over to give her father a hug.

"Yeah I...Um made a few friends and..." She bit her lip, the confidence she had tried to put into her voice fell, tears built-in her eyes. She clung to her father.

"Oh, daddy...today was..I...this place, something is wrong with it, very wrong...I don't know what, but I don't like it!"

Her father, surprised at her sudden outburst, patted her back affectionately.

"Oh honey..it'll be ok. I'm sorry, I know the move has been hard on you, having to leave all your friends behind and all the work you've accomplished in school..but this was a necessary change for my business...Rachey?"

He used the old nickname she'd given herself when she was two, that was what she used to call herself because she couldn't tell her own name yet.

Her sniffs subsided, "I'm sorry dad...I've just had a rough day."

He stroked her hair, "It's ok honey, I understand," He pulled her away so he could look at her tear strained face, "What do you say you give this place a chance for one more month, then judge it...for your old dad?"

She giggled slightly, she could always count on her dad to make her feel better, "OK dad...I'll give it some more time."

She hugged him, "That's my girl."

Rachel felt better after talking to her father. He was just what she needed. Now she could focus on the bright side of things...granted it was a very small bright thing but it was still there. And who knew maybe it would grow, only time would tell right?

She walked down a velvet carpeted hallway, the walls were cream paint with hand painted golden blossoms all over it. She was heading towards her bedroom. She passed the large door before her own, her brothers room...she heard noises coming from inside. Curious, she pushed the door open wider...

She gasped...

R&R: It would be great to know what you guys think of this so far, it will get more interesting soon I promise. Unless of course few people belive me...if I get five reviews in 7 days I'll continue if not...well, I'll see. Rock on dudes.