A/N: I just want to throw a note in to explain the pronunciation of my friend's name, Moli. It is not Moley, its pronounced Molly. But her full name is Amolia, so that's how it gets shorten funny. So, don't pronounce it wrong or I'll hit you with a shoe! Well, now please enjoy this chapter of Russian roulette!

A couple days later, I'm collecting my stuff from my desk before the bell when I hear my name get called down to the office along with my friend, Moli. Puzzled, I start down to the office. Panic grips me as I wonder why I'm needed in the office-or Moli for that fact. Moli never gets in trouble, she's not like that. But I always manage to say stupid things and I guess it finally caught up to me. I'm completely lost in my thoughts that I don't hear Moli yelling my name till she rams into me. The action causes a yelp to escape my lips.

Moli scowls at me childishly through her thin framed glasses, her blue eyes not pleased with me, "Helloooooo! I've been screaming at you for the past few minutes!" she growls, stomping along next to me as her straight long dirty blonde hair sways behind her.

I smile sheepishly as I stop at my locker, "Ah, sorry! I was just lost in my thoughts-Aaaand what did you do?!" I shout, changing subject matter dramatically.

Moli pulls at her face, "AHH! I DON'T KNOOOOW!! I SWEAR IT WAS MY EVIL TWIN!!" she screams. There is a pause before we burst out into laughter. That's how me and Moli are, hell that's how ALL my friends are. We always scream and talk about completely random stuff. We tend to keep our conversations light, since being serious was classified as boring to us. So after we drop our stuff at our lockers, Moli and I start down to the office. I pop the question we both are thinking, "No seriously, what did you do?" I ask. Well, so maybe that's not exactly what Moli is thinking…

Because she gives me a look of surprised, "Excuse me? More like, what did you do! They probably thought that bag of sugar you got from World cultures was crack!" she snipes, scrunching her face up.

I roll my eyes and smile, "I'm still ticked I spilled a quarter of it on the band room floor…" I trail off, not really making a point. We walk into Giz's office and Stop short. Sitting in the chairs are six of our friends, Kayla, Bob (Kayla's boyfriend), Jasmine, Alex (Jasmine's on and off again boyfriend who doesn't even go to this school), Courtney and Moli's boyfriend Chris, who all look up at us.

"Great, now they got all of us!" jokes Jasmine as she tosses her hands in the air, shaking her pony tailed medium length blonde hair.

I sit by her, smirking slightly, "I know, I tried to run but it was too late!" I state overly dramatic.

Moli sits by Christ and points at Alex, "Why are YOU here?! We're probably in trouble 'cause of you!" she hisses.

Alex, perviously known as the midget for his once short stature, runs a hand through his sandy blonde crew cut. His blue eyes roll up to the ceiling behind him frame glasses, "Hey, have you ever stopped to thinking that maybe NONE of us are in trouble?" he said in a matter of fact voice. Moli opens her mouth to slam him back but Giz walks in, followed shortly by a lady with short brown hair who I've never seen before. Giz takes a sit behind his desk, the lady choosing to stand off to the side. Giz is one of the vice principals, usually the people the school board pay to deal with trouble makers. So I'm pretty damn sure we aren't here to be given an award for outstanding grades. He stare each one of us down, his brown eyes holding a hard look of indifference towards us.

He leans forward, "You all know why you're here…It's because….you all won the trip to Russia!" he exclaims, ending on a high note. My friends and I share a look of confusion.

Kayla voices our feelings perfectly, "Wait, what to the what?!" she questions, her dark eyes staring at Giz in confusion.

Giz smiles, "Well, you all won the sweepstakes to go to Russia, all expense paid for three weeks." He informs us.

The lady, sensing her cue, pops into the conversation, "Yes, you'll all be given all the necessary winter clothing before you leave for Russia, which is this Friday. We've arranged for all your grades to remain at passing for this semester." She chimes sweetly, a small smile on her face.

Bob raises his hand, his green eyes reflecting misunderstanding, "So, none of us are in trouble…?" he asks, just to make sure.

Giz shakes his head, "Nope." He replies. Bob gives an audible sigh of relief.

I blink, "So, who's chaperoning us?" I ask my brown eyes hungry for answers.

"No on, we believe you're responsible enough to go on your own. Besides your guides will provide enough supervision." He reassures us cooly.

"Guides?" we reply together, questioning his meaning. The lady smiles sweetly.

"Yes, they'll meet you once you landed at Russia's major airport, The Zakhaev international airport in Moscow. Their names are Dmitri Cosakve and Alexandria Mesahae. They'll help you settle into the hotel, guide you through Russia and show you all a good time! Enjoy, have fun but most importantly, be safe." She said, finishing her little informational input. We slowly walk out of the room, letting the information sink in before we spoke.

Moli is the most excited, as usual. "Hooray!! We're going to Russia!!" she screams in excitement.

Jasmine smiles, "All expense paid?! Oh hell to the yeah! And better yet, no chaperones!!" she chimes happily.

I shake my head, the only one of my friends who's not exactly thrilled about this, "I'm not convinced…this sounds too good to be true." I mumble, deep in thought as I throw different scenarios around in my head.

Kayla puts an arm around my neck, "You know what I learned a long time ago? Don't question some as amazing as this, it ruins the awesomeness!" she states, ruffling my short brown hair. I duck out from under her arm, fixing my hair.

A smirk slides across my face, "Well, I guess your right…" I admit enthusiastically. But I still wasn't buying this whole thing. Something is going to go wrong, I can just feel it.