Chapter Two

MarySue looked at the cafeteria. She blinked, and settled down on the floor. She looked at her lunch. She was never really good at the dieting thing, she'd grabbed nearly everything off the lunch line. She bit down into the cornbread, and chewed as she scanned the cafeteria some more. There was the boys from her science class… and the girl.

Who was walking over to MarySue right now…

"I saw you talk to Ulrich earlier." The girl said.

"Mm…hm…" MarySue looked at the girl, and swallowed her cornbread. "Why? Does it matter?"

"Yes, Ulrich is mine."

"I did not know that." MarySue said with sarcasm. She blinked at her comment. She nearly never said anything like that to a person she barely knew.

"So we understand each other." The girl looked at MarySue.

"Yeah… I guess."

"Good! Remember I'm Sissy, and you don't want to mess with me." Sissy walked off.

MarySue looked back down at her lunch, and stood up. She wasn't hungry anymore. She looked at a boy who apparently was eating everything. She stood up and walked over.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you for earlier." She smiled at Ulrich, "And I saw that…" She looked at the boy with purple hair. "Um… he was eating everyone else's lunch so…" She bit her lower lip. "I'm not that hungry and I didn't want to let this food-" The tray was out of her hands, and Odd was eating her pudding. "Go to waste…" She smiled shakingly, and walked off.

One of the boy's computers bleeped, and MarySue glanced at the boy over her shoulder. The whole group ran off. She blinked, and followed them. They disappeared before she could catch up with them. She walked all around the clearing where she'd glimpsed them, and stepped over the sewer entrance. She looked at in, and saw that it was slightly open.

With a grunt of effort, she moved it. She dropped down into it, and saw a flash of clothing off at the end of the tunnel, going up a ladder. She ran towards it, although she wasn't that fast. She climbed up the ladder, and into the factory.

She gulped as she saw the elevator go down. She hated rope climbing. She pulled her sleeves so that they covered her hands, and grasped the rope. She held on tight, and shrieked as she went down. She held onto the rope, her eyes shut tight.

Jeremy had heard the shriek, and went to investigate.

"Who are you?"