"That blonde, she's a bomb, she's an atom bomb.
Rigged up and ready to drop.
Bad news, I'm a fuse, and I've met my match.
So stand back, it's about to go off."

-Bombshell Blonde by Owl City


Amelia Eleanor Jones was what the world would call a goody two shoes.

Every school day she'd wake up at exactly six am, only cursing the sun a few times. Next, she'd pick an outfit out; said outfit usually consisted of a baggy sweater, a skirt, some knee high socks, and shoes. After grabbing something small to eat, Amelia would go to the bathroom to attempt to brush her short, yet unruly, blonde curls and brush her teeth (which was difficult with braces, thank you very much!). When this was done, the seventeen year old would grab her bookbag in the corner of her bedroom with one hand, and her twin sister Madeline with the other.

Just another day in the Williams-Jones house.

At school, Amelia usually sat in the front. Her friend Ariel would sit with her in her first class, English. Sitting with her Danish friend really managed to wake her up, because honestly, the girl was an energizer bunny. Even though the American hated English, it tended to go by quickly; having a friend to geek out with definitely helped.

In her gym class, Amelia would talk with her friend Sakura. Sakura had absolutely zero tolerance for physical activity, but that was okay, because neither did Amelia. The teenager wasn't very physically active, and she was already chubby–not that she minded.

History was a breeze for Amelia, especially because she sat next to Monika Beilschmidt. Monika was insanely smart, and would usually keep Amelia on track when she started to stray. But really, it wasn't her fault that the teacher sucked! Drawing Superhero Globo Man is so much more important than Napoleon.

Algebra II was also insanely easy, even though she didn't know anyone in that class. Amelia was naturally gifted with the ability to comprehend math and science a bit too well. There had been multiple occasions where she had corrected a teacher, resulting in a resting bitterness for the rest of the year.

Lunch was the best, and it would always stay that way. Amelia liked to vary who she sat with, but her sister was always with her. Some days she'd sit with Sakura and her siblings, and they'd talk about their current obsessions. Amelia had recently taken a liking to anime, and Sakura could sympathize. Other days, Amelia would be sitting with Ariel and Julchen Beilschmidt, and they would make up "The Awesome Trio." Although Ariel was a geek like Amelia, Julchen was not. She was a cheerleader, and everyone knew her name. She was part of the so called "Bad Friends Trio," which consisted of the beauty known as Françoise Bonnefoy (who Maddie had a total lady boner for), the charming Carmen Fernandez Carreido, and of course, the obnoxious Julchen.

Art was pretty fun. The teenager couldn't draw or paint for shit, but she got to watch Maddie make miracles on canvas. Her sister was naturally gifted at this sort of thing; it always astounded the American. If it wasn't for her Canadian sister, Amelia would've been failing the class for sure.

Biology was the problem.

The problem wasn't the work. No. The problem?

Alice fucking Kirkland.

Alice Kirkland was not to be messed with. She wore ripped jeans, combat boots, a shitload of bracelets, and band t-shirts. So many band t-shirts. The side of her head was shaved, but the rest reached her back. Alice had a lot of piercings, and a lot of tattoos, and always seemed to be wearing heavy eyeliner and mascara. Her resting bitch face didn't help her case either. If her apparel didn't scream "anarchy," her personality sure as hell did. Alice didn't really talk to anyone except for two people; Nora Bondevik and Violetta Popescu. They too were total punks, but instead of being from England like Alice, Nora was from Norway, and Violetta was from Romania.

Rumors about the three of them spread like wildfire. One minute they were apparently selling drugs, and the next they were planning to overthrow the government. For reasons Amelia really can't begin to understand, Ariel had been head over heels for Nora since elementary school. It was weird, considering Ariel spent her time watching Doctor Who, and Nora seemed like the type of girl that liked spray painting and sharp objects.

But anyway, biology was an issue because Alice would not shut up. She would constantly complain, and if she wasn't doing that, her stupid music was playing. Seriously, if Amelia had to hear another song about fighting the establishment, she'd scream.

Every day Amelia caught the bus, she'd be stressed as hell. She'd try to get her homework done, and could usually succeed, but it was a trial.

All because of Alice fucking Kirkland.

Amelia was happy she didn't have to interact with that girl at all. She was bad news; nothing good could come from talking to her. So, the teenager was content with letting their worlds stay completely separate.

Too bad fate had other plans.