Little White Lies ::An epic Battle of two Bands:: "Date you? Who would ever want to date you Katrina? You're a loser, a pathetic, girly, loser." His words cut though her mind like a dagger. The words still rang fresh in her mind, as if it was only yesterday. The sad truth of the matter was that these words, these cruel harsh words, were spoken only 9 years prior. The word loser still sent shivers down her spine, and made her feel like she was only 10 inches tall. Lost in her dark and dreary past, Katrina sat at her desk, staring blankly out the window. The trees dropping there leaves as the cold winds rustled though them. It was a dark day, almost as dark as Katrina felt. That day had been such a long time ago, but still filled her heart with anger, hate, and rage. The constant bullying and harassment, the many tears that had fallen from her blue eyes, the blood that ran from the scars on her wrists were all constant reminders of why she hated her neighbor. Drake, Drake Beckingham. That was his name, her ex best friend, almost lover, and still today her neighbor. Drake was, in her eyes, a complete and utter bastard. The boy had constantly mocked her ever since the day she had so bravely asked him to be her boyfriend in the 3rd grade. Not only had he said no, but made sure the entire class made fun of her. And so, for the next 6 years the teasing and harassment went on. So you see, Katrina had a reason to hate him, and made it her life goal to beat him in everything she could, to crush his soul. That's why she had started a band to challenge Drake's band. Her band, Vixens and Vices, an alternative rock band that consisted of about 7 people including herself. Vixens and Vices was her baby, she spent every waking second thinking about music, lyrics, beats for new songs for the band. It had been established shortly after their main rivals, We the Anachrists, had been formed by none other then the main asshole himself, Drake. At first Katrina had only started the band to be a pain in Drakes ass, but after a while realized they weren't only good together, they were great. And that was a whole year ago. The sudden ringing of the bell shocked Katrina right out of her rage filled thoughts and she sighed as she looked down at the empty sheet of note book that lay in front of her. She'd been having the hardest time coming up with songs lately and it was starting to really piss her off. Angrily, she started doodling a picture of her standing on top of a crying Drake as she held a trophy entitled "World's Best Band". Content to continue her drawing, she probably would have if not for the afternoon announcements, one in particular. "Do you have an awesome band? Do you love performing for crowds? Are you interested in getting the chance to record your music and have it played on the radio?" "Yes yes YES!" Katrina thought to herself as a smile spread across her face as she continued to listen. "Well then come on down after school and sign up for the school's Battle of the Bands competition for the chance to battle it out and win a recording deal!" This was it! The chance they'd been waiting for to show those no good Anarchists who the better band really was at this school. Katrina could hardly contain herself as the dismissal bell rung and she ran out of class and to the commons of the school where already a few people were signing up for the battle of the bands. Katrina knew she should have asked the others what they though of it but she didn't care. Hell, she'd perform as a one woman band if he had to, anything to beat Drake once and for all. She would just have to ask them tonight at practice. Katrina's happy thought were soon interrupted by the horrendous sight in front of her as the devil himself was at the table. She frowned, her eyebrows pushed together in an angry expression as she marched over to the table, her black boots hitting the ground with a loud "Thud" every time. "Excuse me is this where I sign up?" She asked in her sweetest tone of voice. This was there chance to shine, and boy would they. Neatly printed on the sign up list was now the words "Vixens and Vices" and Katrina gave a cocky smirk, paying no attention to the asshat beside her.