Look, I have no problem with being referred to as a kid, but I'm 5' exactly, and as my drama teacher would say, I have 'little person' syndrome- i.e. I hate being referred to as 'kid' or any other term which could reference my height. So that was when I took a dislike to the big four. Out of the lot of them, the only one I could really stand enough to have a conversation with was Jet Star. He was much quieter than the other three, and yet there was something about him that was really brave. I knew that he would do anything to protect any of us, whereas the others all seemed to be fighting for 'the greater good'. I was never sure if we meant anything to them. So I wasn't too chuffed at being referred to as 'kid'.

"I just figured you'd be needing this, kid!" He laughed, whipped a motorbike helmet from behind him, and shoved it over my head. That was when I took a dislike to him. I AM NOT A KID.

"I am not a kid!" I yelled, my voice muffled by the helmet. I tried to jump at him, I would have pummelled him in the stomach like I used to do to the kids at school who made fun of my height, but Jet Star caught me from behind. He grabbed my shoulders and held me until I stopped struggling and rounded on him. "Why the hell did you stop me?" I asked, livid.

"There are enough people out there who want to hurt us, without us attacking each other." He replied, letting go of me and absentmindedly twisting one of his curls around his pinky finger.

"Urgggh!" I said "You're all insane!" I stomped off and sat next to Happy Camper. "Stupid pricks! Who do they think they are? Idiotic morons! Twits!" I ranted on, using ever more inventive profanities to describe the big four, until I realised he wasn't listening. "Hey, HC, are you even listening to me?" I asked, beginning to worry about him. He turned to face me.

"Cy, you know you're being kinda harsh, don't you?" He said. "I mean, they've taken us in, clothed us, fed us, they've given you a bike. All you need now is a gun and they've practically adopted you!"

"Huh. Pft. If the Birmingham Zone had let me bring my gun out here, they wouldn't need to give me one!" I remembered my gun being taken off of me. They'd said that it was a 'safety hazard' onboard the boat! We'd had guns with us, but they were locked up, where I couldn't get to them. I know what you're thinking- hard to imagine Killjoys saying something's a safety hazard…

"Yeah, well, you haven't got a gun, so go suck up to Party Poison!" He said, pushing me off of my chair. It really hurt.

I jumped up from the floor and brushed myself down. I marched over to Party Poison, who was cleaning his gun, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Look, I'm sorry I went for you, but I don't like being called kid. I'm 15, not 4, and we're all equal out here, right?" He looked me up and down.

"Yeah, we are all equal. It's just difficult for me to imagine someone your size fighting. You shouldn't be here." He sighed. "None of us should." I looked at Girl, who was sat at a table playing cards with Fun Ghoul.

"What about Girl?" I asked. "She's younger than me, isn't she?" Party Poison sighed again.

"Girl's different," He said, with pure emotion running through his voice. "she's got no-one left. Her Mom is one of Korse's right handers. We have no choice but to keep her close." He looked guiltily at me. "It was a choice between keeping her near to us or killing her there and then. None of us could do that to an innocent child. So she stays." I glanced at Girl. She was laughing as she beet Fun Ghoul at snap. He was right. She was perfect innocence. I remembered why I'd come over to speak to him.

"Party Poison?" I started.

"Yeah?"

"Where can I get a gun?" He grinned at me and I could see that this was his area of expertise.

"Come on down to the basement. It's where we keep our guns. I'm pretty sure there'll be something there for you." He grinned at me again. I still disliked him massively, but I was at least starting to trust him.