Budd, Lenny, Theresa, and Trinity walk onto the stage in front of a live studio audience.

Budd: Welcome all my wonderful wonderful people to the second chapter that my father is ashamed of. (Background crowd laughing)

Lenny: Now you may be wondering:Why the hell are they in front of an audience?

Theresa: Well do to the (Cough) "Success" we have been having on camera.(Crowd laughs) We got the budget to not only put it on camera but to have a LIVE STUDIO AUDIENCE! (Crowd cheers loudly and claps)

Trinity: A great audience I might add.(Crowd cheers)

Lenny: Well from the first chapter we only got one review.(Crowd awws) Yeah I know...savages. (Crowd laughs)

Budd: So from that we would like to thank Bkpike for first review to this story! (Crowd cheers loudly)

Trinity: Go check Bkpikes story's out when you have the chance folks! There cool beans!

Budd: Hey Woah Woah! You can't just take my favorite two words that I use all the time!

Trinity: Well I just did! What you gonna do about it! (Crowd: o:)

Lenny: Hey! Knock it off! Both of you! This is no time for a Mexican word miss hap! (Crowd laughs a little)

Theresa: (Shrugs and looks at the crowd awkwardly) Well Lenny you just said the first bad joke of our new stage. (Crowd erupts with laughter and Lenny face turns red)

Budd: Alright enough stand-up comedy for now I bet you people just want to watch the show! (Crowd cheers) Yeah! So without further ado here's chapter two!

Trinity: Nailed it.

Budd: I know right?!

Everyone walks off stage as the garage door closes and reopens to scene.

I sleepwalked through the rest of my classes that afternoon, only making a fool of myself in History. When Mr. Rodriguez asked me who started the PeaceVille struggle? I almost answered "Jesus Christ."

Luckily, I had a seventh period study hall, which gave me an opportunity to catch up with my thoughts about Mina and Kon' s sordid past. Mina Beff a.k.a The Blue Devil, was a dream girl... the kind who cause nightmares. She was thirteen, but could of easily passed for fifteen. One glimpse of her dark blue hair made you freeze like a package of fish sticks, and that was all the time needed to shoot so much water on the front of your pants, it looked like your bladder exploded. She was a big rise behind Kon' s rise to power in the middle school underworld.(Just an expression not really in the underworld...weirdos...)

Kon wasn't the big shot he is today, back then he was being bullied everywhere he went by everybody. Kon would take it all in stoically: the laughing, the name calling, the beatings. When Corey and I were still friends, we were able to step in a couple times and bail him out. We didn't do it because we were friends with Kon; we did it because we hated bullies. Unfortunately, we couldn't be everywhere, and when we weren't around, Kon took his lumps.

Nobody knew it at the time, but Kon was more than just a punching bag. He was a punching bag with a plan: to take control of every illegal activity in school. He started off by trafficking stolen exams. First, he recruited kids with honest faces and sticky fingers, promising them big payoffs for hot tests. He hires salespeople in each grade to peddle the goods to whoever would buy. Kon was true to his word: Sales took off, grades went up, the money rolled in, and everyone was happy.

Kon' s fortunes grew, and so did his organization.

He recruited more kids to handle the load of his expanding business. Divisions and ranks were forming, but weren't fully in place yet. Kon offered kids a chance to get in on the ground floor. He developed a system, ways to move up in the ranks by performing certain tasks or hitting certain sales goals. The details of the system were kept secret, and only the kids in his crew knew how it worked. It was around this time that he approached me with an offer: join his crew as his Lietenenaut, his right hand man.

He promised me money and power. I wouldn't have to work my way through the ranks; I could start out at the top, helping him mold and shape his organization. I felt like a diabetic at an ice cream buffet: I was tempted, but I knew it wouldn't be very good for me. I politely declined. Later that afternoon, Kon made the same off to Corey. He jumped at the chance.

I remember being bowled over by the news, and feeling more than a little betrayed. I confronted Corey and asked him if he realized that "lieutenant" in this case was just a fancy word for "bully."

"No it isn't." He responded. "Kon' s going to put the bullies out of business."

"Yeah, because they're the competition, you idiot!"

"You don't know what you're talking about, Lenny."

"You're right. Kons doing all this illegal stuff out of the goodness of his heart," I said with mock sincerity. "You're not really that naive, are you?"

Corey sighed, then looked at me with a weird expression: his mouth pinched in a little frown; his gaze dropped and avoided my face. "There are a lot of reasons to do something Lenny. Not all of them are going to have your approval."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Even with me? Come on, man. I'm your best friend."

He shrugged as if that didn't mean much at the moment. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do," he said.

I was suddenly furious. "If you're doing something this dumb," I said, "maybe I don't know you at all!"

All he did was shrug again and walk away as if our six years of friendship meant nothing. We didn't see much of each other outside of class after that. After a while, I even got pretty good at pretending it didn't bother me. Not that it mattered; Corey was too busy with his new "job" to notice.

With Corey's help, Kon worked his way into forgeries, doctors notes, hall passes, report cards, anything official. Then they went after the big money: Gambling. They set up books for all the schools sports teams. It was a good plan, but with a major flaw: A lot of kids still didn't respect Kon, despite the fact that he now controlled every illegal activity in school. When some kids lost their bets, they refused to pay up. They still thought of Kon as a pudgy little punching bag, and no amount of money or crimes committed was going to change that. Kons organization was missing one crucial ingredient: Mina Beff.

I remember seeing Mina on my first day of sixth, before she went to work for Kon. She was cute but unremarkable little blue haired girl. When I introduced myself, she said hello, then politely shook my hand. It was like shoving my hand into a snowbank. She seemed completely in control of herself, in a way that most girls her age weren't. I remember thinking that Mina was going to leave a lot of broken hearts in her wake. I had no idea how right I was.

Kon was marking the kids he wanted taken out of the school social system, and the pee stain was the perfect symbol for this. Most kids knew the pee wasn't real, but it didn't matter. Kids laughed at the victims anyway. Why? There's no easy answer to that. Middle school is tough. Everyone's got a reason to be insecure. If someone else Is getting laughed at, then that means nobody's laughing at you. And most kids feel like they're always one step away from being the class joke.

Once you were In the "Outs" (An:Very unpopular due to organizations events.) You were there for good. The only kids you could talk to we're other Outs. Everyone else treated you with a mixture of scorn and disgust, as if you had a highly contagious disease. I heard a few kids who convinced their families to move to another town to try to escape the Outs, only to have the tag follow them there. The ridicule was brutal and inescapable. You no longer had friends, or confidence, or life...

Kons empire grew. Kids quickly fell into line with the new regime. If they didn't, Kon had a network of assassins on call, ready and willing to put them in the Outs. Of these kids, Mina was the fastest, the most feared. She was fast, sly, and gorgeous-more than a match for her marks. When she walked through the halls, the crowds parted, kids three times her size scrambling to get out of her way. Kon was the boss, but it was Mina you feared, knowing it would be her face you saw right before your life took a turn for the worse. She had it all: the money, the notoriety, the power. Then, at the start of seventh grade, she quit.

Nobody saw it coming, except maybe Kon, who seemed to see everything coming. Kids still treated her like a shark in a school of guppies, but she pressed on with her new agenda. She insisted that everyone should treat her like the past year had never happened. Her request was like trying to win the lottery without buying a ticket: Damn near impossible.

Nobody knew how to react. Corey was especially anxious to talk to her. He had been carrying a torch for her since the moment he met her, giving me at least one reason why Corey was so eager to join Kons crew at the expense of our friendship. Word around school was that Core and Mina had been on the verge of going out when summer came. Apparently, he had been trying to contact her all summer, but she kept blowing him off.

I was at my locker, around the corner from them, when he caught up to her on the first day back, looking for an explanation.

"I'm sorry, Corey, but I've changed," she said. "I should have told you sooner, but-"

"You're kidding, right?" He shouted. I could have heard him from my house. "What do you mean you've 'changed'?"

"Please don't yell at me."

"I'm sorry...I just...I don't know what to think. I thought you liked me."

"I do."

"This is not how you act when you like someone."

"I don't think I like you the same way you like me."

"Oh."

"You're a nice guy Core, but..." She trailed off, leaving the sentence open ended. Only an idiot wouldn't know where that "but" was heading.

"Is it him? Are you seeing him now?" He asked. I held my breath, waiting for a response. Who was "him"?

She didn't answer. "The subject is closed, Corey," was all she said. There was no mistaking the shift in her voice, from sweet to sympathetic to hard, flight, and slightly annoyed. Mina' s appearance may have changed, but underneath it all, The Blue Devil was still there. And Mina wasn't about to be pushed around, no matter how she was dressed.

There was a tense silence, then a sharp bang as Corey punched one of the lockers. I peered around the corner. Corey's face was a bright red. He was breathing heavy and rubbing his knuckles on his right hand. Mina was staring at him calmly, as if they were discussing an upcoming algebra test. They stayed like that for a full minute, neither of them speaking. Finally, Corey stormed off, most of his questions left unanswered.

He wasn't the only one Mina had cut out of her life. She avoided all her past associates, trying to strike up friendships with some of her other classmates. There relationships always seemed forced, as if she was in a play she had never rehearsed and the other cast members were too afraid to tell her that she didn't know her lines.

The reason behind Mina' s sudden transformation was obvious to everyone but the dumbest of kids. She was scared, but not for herself. The day that "Mina" replaced "The Blue Devil" just happened to be the same day that Mina' s little sister, Carrie, started sixth grade at middle school. Mina wanted to shield Carrie from the life she had led, and there was no way to do that if "The Blue Devil" kept taking jobs from Kon.

I had one sibling, my older brother Budd, he taught me everything I needed to know to get passed middle school without a scratch. Anyways, Older siblings tend to want to guard or Lord over their younger sibs, while younger ones just want their own lives. This wasn't true in all cases, just most.

As I was mulling all this over, the bell rang, snapping me back to the present and sending me to my last class of the day. I looked at the clock. Forty minutes until I faced the former "Blue Devil", the fastest and most beautiful hit kid this school had ever known. Forty minutes for me to reflect on my life and get a few things in order-just in case the job went wrong. I was no means defenceless, but I was a realist. As good as I was, I was no match for Mina if she wanted to play rough.

(Everyone walks back onto the stage.)

Budd: Hey hey thanks everybody for coming out here and buying a ticket to the show and for the people watching at home we thank you as well!

Lenny: And to Bkpike, thanks for being our first reviewer!

Theresa: Yeah we need more reviews to continue!

Trinity:...I want a cookie...

Everyone:Trinity! (Crowd laughs)

Trinity:What!?...oh...right sorry...we need at least five to continue!

Lenny: The reason for this is because we need to work on Valentine's day dance and secrets kept.

Trinity: Which will probably will be done when Jesus is elected president. (Crowd laughs)

Budd: Hey! I work hard on writing!...even though it takes me a few days...(Crowd laughs)

Theresa: Well Budd it's the end of the show time for your segment.

Budd: Woo! Thanks for reminding me! Well everybody that's chapter two! You guys gotta tell me if you like it or not! It's kind of slow now but next chapter is where the action starts! And further chapters well be exciting as well! So review and junk! Make me happy :)

Saying of the Week: Only you can prevent wildfires- Smokey the Bear.

Story of the Week: Every story written by Bkpike. For being the first reviewer! But in all seriousness go check her story's there pretty Damn awesome.

(Lenny runs in with a lighter)

Lenny: Look what I found!

Trinity: A lighter?

Lenny: Yeah! Wanna go in A forest and burn stuff!

Trinity: Hell yeah!

(Lenny and Trinity run off with the lighter.)

Theresa: Ugh...idiots...

Budd: Haha yeah...but their our idiots...

Theresa: So now what?

Budd: I end the show! Thanks for chilling with us everyone! (Waves to the crowd and they clap and cheer)

*Garage door closes*