I'm sorry this took soooo long. =[ But I've been away and I didn't have access to a computer that I could type on. The only reason I updated my other story is that I already had the chapter uploaded and I used my brother's PSP. But it's here now, even though it's long overdue. Thank you to my reviewers!! All five of you are appreciated!! =D

Oh, and a special note: I think I might be rewriting the Run From Time Trilogy, but I'm posting up a poll on my profile asking if I should. If you haven't read it, please don't. It's really really bad. XD So yeahh.

And also, I was rather amazed about how everyone flipped over the prank. It wasn't even THAT big a part of the story.

When Odd sat down, he immediately began to eat his food. He'd never realized how much he missed the food from the cafeteria until he was actually eating it.

"You're name's Odd, right?" Mikey asked, his brown eyes intent. I love that name. V.V

"Yeah," Odd paused his eating, but only for a moment.

"Congratulations on officially getting a record." He smiled, but Odd didn't think it was funny. "No offense. A lot of us have one. Except Tiffany and Jay. They never get caught."

"Whadja do?"

"Shoplifting. But I guess when they charge seventy dollars for a pair of shoes, some are bound to go missing." He half laughed. "I was the on that they caught, though. It was hysterical; Tiffany and Jay were laughing at me from thirty feet away 'cuz' I got tackled by a security gaurd. They let me off easy because he broke my arm."

Odd couldn't help but laugh. He glanced at Tiffany, sitting on Mikey's right. She had her fingers interlaced and was resting her chin on top of them. It was like she was praying because her eyes were closed, but at the same time Odd could tell she wasn't.

"Hello?" Odd waved a hand in front of her face.

She opened her green eyes and took a headphone out of her ear, and he realized she'd been listening to her Mp3 player. "Hmm?"

"I thought you fell aslepp," he answered. He wasn't used to seeing so much eyeliner around a girl's eyes. (He wasn't even used to talking to girls, but still.) She didn't respond. Instead she put her earphone back in and rested her forehead on the table, arms around her head.

"She's not fond of you," Mikey observed.

"Yeah, I know, I'm a jerk," Odd was starting to feel a little guilty. It was so easy to pick on someone when you're seen, through most eyes, as better than them. He didn't understand why everyone talked to these people like they were different, because on the inside, they really were the same. And now that he was at Tiffany's level, it seemed to cruel.

Anywho, Odd heard Tabby ask the question, and he heard Ulrich pause before he started to explain it. It was still fresh in his memory, even though it had happened a month or two shy of a year before.

"Where is everyone?" Odd whined. "I thought at least the gothic kids would show up."

"It's Halloween, Odd. That's their night. And everyone's at the dance," a boy remarked.

A lot of the boys at Kadic were going to get in on it, but at the end only four showed up. The rest were at the Halloween dance. Since there was hardly anyone there, Odd had convinced Ulrich to join them. Ulrich hadn't wanted to go (he was worried about what kind of progress William would make on Yumi at the dance if he wasn't there). The actual prank itself had been simple: just dress up in ripped formal clothing, smear yourself with blood, and scare the little kids into thinking you were a zombie. If they dropped their candy, that was a bonus. It was almost funny now; Odd was totally into it, and Ulrich had lagged behind, half-heartedly called "Roar." Anyway, the people broke off into groups of two, and Odd and Ulrich had walked off into the city. Odd jumped out at some third grader, who shrieked and ran into the street. Some skidding tires, several screams, and about a million looks of horror later, and some old lady had crashed into a tree. Ulrich called 911, and the terrified third grader walked away without a scratch. She was in a coma until she died on February 14. Her name was Wanda Smithson.

"Hey, Todd," Sparky turned to him. I love that name, too. I'm going to name my next dog that. XD

"My name's Odd."

"Oh, sorry. You know what classes we're signing up for?" The afternoon classes were to be generated by the computer after students entered in their choices, a language and a phys. ed. The classes were now a lot bigger and there were more teachers because a nearby academy had burned down.

"The last two periods? I'm thinking of taking the swimming class and Spanish."

"Close. We're all signing up for soccer and Spanish," he grinned. "Or you can wind up in a class without anybody."

"I guess I'm taking Spanish and soccer, then." I'm aware it's called football in other countries. Deal. With. It.

Anywayyyyzzz, later, after lunch...

Each student had to enter in which classes they wanted into a computer, and then the computer would place them in the appropriate class (this was determined not only by the student's interest, but also by their grade point average, ability to learn at the pace of the class, and class size). After a short wait in line that felt a lot longer than it was, Odd typed in soccer for his gym and Spanish for his language. A half hour later, they were all handed the schedules the new computers had printed, and Odd was slightly startled to find that he had gotten soccer and Japanese. Guess they ran out of room.

Throughout the day, having been surrounded by his new friends, Odd was unprepared for the brutality of the other teens during the scrimmage game. Jim, who had gotten the soccer class, was fair, but he was constantly tackled and fouled. At some point, Sissi kicked the ball and hit Gwen on the side of her face. Pointedly laughing, she turned to walk away, but Tabby picked up the ball and chucked it as hard as she could. I'm basing her personality on that of my friend's, and this is exactly what she'd do. =] It made a solid connection witht he back of Sissi's head.

"Slover! Detention!"

Tabby ignored him and started talking to Gwen, who had a bruise steadily forming on her right cheek.

When phys. ed. was over, the strange group of kids exchanged cell numbers (Odd and Ulrich's cellphones had been in their room the whole time) and Odd and TIffany headed in the opposite direction of the school as the rest of thier sort-of group.

Gor a few minutes, neither of them spoke, then Tiffany announced, "You know, just 'cuz' you're a loser now doesn't mean I have to talk to you."

"Yeah, I know. I'm a jerk," he announced again, hands in his pocket. It was all he could think of to say.

She sighed. "It's a lot harder to be mean to you since I'm kinda stuck with you for a while." Sissi stepped in front of her, and she turned her attention toward that. "Move."

"Oh, you're not that desperate for friends, are you, Tiff?" She asked. "He did kill someone, ya know."

"Really, that's so cool!" Tiffany replied sarcastically. "Now move."

"Okay, but I wouldn't let him follow you around for long if I were you."

"Thank God you're not me, because then I'd have to kill myself," Tiffany grumbled back, and Odd tried to suppress a laugh while Sissi, shooting a glance at them distastefully, waltzed off to avoid Nicholas and Herb, who were apparently searching for her.

"You are you hanging out with that guy instead of us?" Nicholas asked, a grin on his nerdy face. "We at least didn't kill anyone."

"Bite me, dork." She replied cheerily. She spoke to Odd again. "You know, you look really funny next to me. Like a barney-wannabe."

"I thought you said it was harder to be mean to me!" Odd was taken aback.

"Harder- not impossible." She gave a smile. It was almost cute, but he pushed the disturbing thought out of his mind. He couldn't help thinking she was different than he'd thought she would be. He almost laughed. He had so many jokes gathering dust in his closet. He'd have to let one out as soon as the chance ocurred.

They walked into their new language class, and Tiffany dragged him to the seat in the back left corner of the room. Glares followed him the whole way; some for a freak, some for a murder. Odd didn't notice the Teacher walk to the front of the room and write "Mrs. Akanawa" on the board. He was too busy looking Yumi, who was avoiding his gaze and sitting next to William on the opposite corner of the room. Ulrich must be really broken up. I'll try and cheer him up later.

Tiffany elbowed him and he pretended to be paying attention to the teacher. She seemed rather free-spirited; she was wearing a pair of jeans, for instance, and a silk purple blouse that made her look somewhat professional. She had dark hair and bright, dark eyes, and she was quite obviously Japanese. "First, I would like to introduce you to greeting words." Odd heard a phone vibrate, and Tiffany took her red and black keyboard-style phone into her lap. Before he had a chance to read the screen, she hit reply and typed: "lyk a d8?" She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.

He felt a small flame of jealousy burning in his throat, but he swallowed it. He glanced at her screen again when there was another vibration, and it read: "exactly." The little fire was back again, this time in his stomach, but he ignored it. She texted "kk ill tell odd." Then opened a new message.

He took his phone out of his pocket, praying no one heard it go off.

"I didn't hear a cellphone," Mrs. Akanawa announced, pointedly looking in the opposite direction of the two.

Odd smiled and read the new message. "fairs in town on saturday. coming with?" He accepted her invitation.

About halfway through the lesson, the lights flickered on and off. Odd had a hint of suspicion at the back of his mind, and somebody screamed. He turned his head and saw a girl with chords wrapped around her ankles. The chords were wriggling and writhing like snakes, as if they were alive, and they were connected to one of the computers in the back of the room.

William and Yumi jumped up, and William shot him a look of malice before they ran out of the room. He knew better than to follow.

Sorry this is so late!!! I'm hoping a little bit of Tabby and Tiffany's personalities showed in there. Thanks for reading. You mights as well review. :P