I don't own anything...or anyone for that matter; that would just be disturbing.

Set later on.

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I used to think of my self as a princess, and that I'd meet my knight in shinning armor while he saves me from an evil witch, or a dragon or something... and when I met Ulrich, I started believing in fairy tales again.

He was perfect; handsome, charming, athletic... all the makings of a heart break.

I became this...this thing, this dense witch that I hoped I'd never become... I mean does that mean I'm the evil witch, does that mean Yumi's the princess in distress?

Well this is my story. The story of Elisabeth (please call me Sissy) Delmas... the wicked witch of Kadic. My stories not all white knights and unicorns, hell, its probably not even PG! I'm my own worst enemy, and I didn't know until I actually met my knight that I was the villain.

I enter Kadic academy every day exactly at nine every weekday (like hell am I entering the main building on weekends) and I sit down with my "friends", which consist of random girls that obsess over me, along with Herve and Nicolas who also obsess over me, and eat fruit squares daddy's workers had been so nice to make for me.

"You're so pretty."

"How do you get your hair so smooth?"

"Please marry me."

But it's different today... they're starting to notice...

They leave me like I'm diseased. Word spread fast, and the rumor being about me, along with Odd Della Robbia, it's bound to have spread even faster.

"Have you heard what they've been saying?" I hear a couple girls from the table over, say.

"Yeah, can you believe he'd stoop so low, I've lost all respect for him."

"Why do all the cute guys have to be stupid, I mean come on, Sissy Delmas?"

"I know, have you seen how big her stomachs getting?" the girls giggled. One noticed I could hear them. She gave a shush. I try to pretend I'm eating, though at the moment food is the last thing on my mind. How am I going to tell my dad, how am I going to face him.

I'm not sure why Odd had gotten into my situation; he was in no way involved, he barely even talks to me anymore. I mean, don't they know I've had a thing for Ulrich since grade school...

"Sissy... can we talk?" I look up to see the oh glorious dork he is, Odd Della Robbia.

"We probably should." I said as I stood and walked with him out into the court yard to a nice secluded shady tree.

"Have you heard?" he asked, looking everywhere except towards me.

"Yeah... do you know who started it?" I asked.

"... I think it was me."

"You think?" I couldn't help sounding snappy, but not only is this rumor half true, but it's also half wrong, in the worst way possible might I add.

"They've been talking about it ever since you started showing... I was tired of people call you a whore..." his voice had gone silent as he spoke the last bit, even though it made the biggest impacted on my view of this boy. The way he seemed to act so strange when he wasn't around friends, the way he wasn't able to keep eye contact for more then a second... it scared me a little. Was he really trying to help me?

"Why would... I've been so..." it was my turn to not hold eye contact.

"I just don't like to see people suffer." he whispered. I could feel my self wanting to break down at that moment.

"But?"

"Look, I know I'm no Ulrich... but I'd be willing to try... you really have nothing to loose." Odd paused, "and really, just think of me as a crutch until you're able to stand on you own."

With tears in my eyes, I hugged him.

Odd Della Robbia... my white knight.

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It's just a little fic I put together while listening to Jon McLaughlin's "Beautiful Disaster". And if you couldn't guess from the hints, Sissy's preggers, and Odd isn't the father. I might go on, it all depends on weather you with for me to.

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