Hey guys, I'm just doing this on a random Idea that came to me in a shower. Don't blame me for anything you see here.

Glory: You had to document this one episode of my life, huh?

Yep, It was necessary. Anyways, I don't own wings of fire, or Tui T. Sutherland. Please review, and be nice.

Glory: Burn him all you want, yell at him, rage.. I need my vengeance.

Reason #1: Parties

Glory sat on her porch, sipping at a bottle of whiskey. The last few weeks had gotten a little boring at her boarding school. There wasn't much going on, the second semester had just started, and finals were months away. So, Glory sat on her porch, and drank whiskey out of a glass bottle with a straw, because why not? STill, She didn't like not having anything to do. She'd tried to go to the local game store to play some Cards Against Humanity, but she wasn't allowed in, because she was, "too good". Yeah right. They just didn't have enough aloe vera for their burns. Eventually, she decided that she'd had enough boredom. She picked up her phone, and began dialing.

Tsunami sat at her bench press, lifting the bar high over her head. She had ways to make use of the spare time. Mainly, to drop her time in the 1650 yard free. Distance was her thing, but so far, she was still just ten seconds of state time. Her last race, she'd gone out in 16:46.03. Now, she had a little while until next short course season to drop 10 seconds. That seemed doable. She put the bar back, and went to change to hop in the pool. In the perfectly empty locker room, she went to her own locker, and put in the combination. She pulled out her favorite non-racing suit, and slipped out of her clothes. As she slipped the suit on, her phone rang. She picked it up and checked caller ID. She flipped the phone open. "Glory, I'm in the middle of something, can it wait?" She asked.l

"I'm throwing a party, and I need you to bring all of the female athletes. Please. I need this." Glory begged. Her voice sounded so tired and desperate on the phone.

"Fine. I'll get them to come, now, please leave me, I'm about to do 20 100 IM's on the 2:00 minutes. Call back in like an hour." Tsunami hung up the phone, and walked out onto the deck. The pool was empty, as swimming wasn't the most popular way to cool down. She stood on one of the starting blocks, and dove in.

"Oregano!" Clay cried out. They were asking him to put in oregano? The chicken would be much better complemented by parsley. Still,m the recipe said oregano, and Clay wasn't one to ignore the recipe. He added in the dried oregano leaves, and put the chicken in the oven to bake. The fact that classes were out for the day, meant that Clay had the rest of the day, to try out new recipies. He looked at the clock. He had about a half an hour, before the chicken was done, and decided that his time would be best served, by making a nice, sweet n' sour sauce, to go with the spicy chicken. He went to the fridge in his little apartment, and pulled out the mango preserves, and 3 limes. He grabbed the blender from underneath the counter, and began mixing ingredients. He was about to start the blender when his phone rang in his pocket. He jumped from the vibrations, and hit the highest speed on the blender, causing the ingredients to fly everywhere, covering him, the roof, and the walls. He reached into his pocket, and answered. "Yello, Clay speaking, how may I help you?" He asked.

"Clay, how fast can you make me a feast?" Came Glory's voice, from the phone.

"It'll take me about a day. What for?" he asked.

"I'm throwing a party." She answered.

"Alright. Gimme till tomorrow." He said, before hanging up. He looked around his kitchen. this was going to take some time.

Sunny smiled again, and ladled a spoonful of chicken broth into the young man's plate. She'd been a regular volunteer at the local soup kitchen for around three years now, ever since her parents had sent her to the boarding high school. Now, she stood a the serving line, as the clock closed in on closing time. She continued to ladle food into bowls for another hour, occasionally, having a small, polite conversation with the men and women who walked past her. She enjoyed doing this, as it gave her the best opportunity to give back to her community. Eventually, 2:30 came along, and the endless line of people finally ended. Sunny went back to the volunteer's room, and took off her apron. She had had a little bit to eat during her break, but now, she was tired. Her feet ached from spending three and a half hours standing in one spot.
STill, to her, a little foot pain seemed a small price to pay for the happiness that was granted to her, by serving the poor people of her community. She was stepping outside, and into her 2013 Honda civic, when her phone rang. "Hello?" She answered.

"Sunny, up for a party?" Glory asked.

"Glory, have you been drinking again?"

"No." Glory replied flatly, Sunny just sat quietly, waiting. "Okay, maybe a little. But that's besides the point. Everyone's gonna be there." She said, the dropped her voice into a barely audible whisper. "Even Starflight." Sunny blushed furiously.

"If there's any trouble, I'll blame you." She said, before she hung up the phone. What had she just agreed to?

Starflight sat at his desk, playing against his computer in a game of chess. So far, they were 20:00 minutes in, and there was no clear winner. Everything seemed tied,but Starflight had just spotted a weakness. He moved his pawn in front of the computer's rook, and sat back, watching as the computer continued to dig its own grave. As he watched his pawn vanish into thin air, he moved his queen to the back line. "Check Mate." He said, and the computer displayed a victory screen.

"Well done master." A voice from the computer said.

"Thank you Bellator, though I get the feeling that you were letting me win." Starflight raised his eyebrow at his A.I.

"Your doubt of me is unsettling, Master." Came the reply.

"Oh, alright. I guess I can let you off the hook. Hey, do me a favor huh? Play Uma Thurman.'" He said.

"Certainly." Bellator answered, even as Fall out boy's Uma Thurman began blasting through the surround sound system that Starflight himself had set up. Speakers were hidden in every part of the room, making it seem as though the sound was coming from everywhere at once.

"thank you." He said, before cranking the volume almost to full. He sat down at his other desk, which was riddled with computer pipes, wires, and the tools necessary to wrangle those wires into shapes he wanted them to. He was in the business of building another computer for his roommate, when Bellator interrupted.

"Sir, Glory is calling. Shall I take a message?" He asked.

"No, patch her through. Hello Glory, what can I do for you today?" He said. He knew she couldn't hear his music, and that he didn't need to scream.

"I'm throwing a party. I need you there." She said. "Who else has enough tunes to satisfy everyone?"

"Alright." Starflight chuckled. "I'll be there. When is it?"

"Tomorrow night."

Alright, Goodbye." Starflight hung up, and called to Bellator. "Set something for tomorrow at 10:00 on my schedule please. We've got a party to DJ." With that, Starflight turned back to the wires in his hands, Uma Thurman blasting at full volume around the apartment.

Deathbringer waved back to the locker room. His football buddies were still changing, but he couldn't spare the time. He had to get to his japanese tutor in a half an hour. As he walked away from the building, he pulled out what he had for match homework. He'd finished it all, but he still had to go over a few problems. On the other hand, his AP Chem test was tomorrow, and math wasn't due for another day, so that could wait. He hopped into his '68 Mustang GT coupe, and started up the engine. As he pulled out of the school parking lot, his phone began to ring. "hello?"

"Hey, baby." Glory said.

"Baby, I can' talk right now, I'm in the car."
"Then promise me you'll be at the party tomorrow night, and I'll let your and your car enjoy some alone time." She sneered. They had this whole love-hate relationship, and Deathbringer couldn't understand her.

"Alright. I'll be there. In fact, me and the football team will bring the drinks, alright?" He said.

"If you think that'll get you some sweet time, then you failed, but for the party, I need it, so, yes, its fine. Love ya, bye." The call cut off suddenly, and Deathbringer turned back to the road. As the jack-of-all trades of the school, he could talk with you about almost anything, but the one subject he didn't know anything about, was women, man did they confuse him.

Alright, well, that was a long chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments, and remember, I don't own this, much as I would like to.

Glory: This was one of my worst ideas ever.

Deathbringer. I kinda liked it!

Glory: Shut up.