Wooohoo! This chapter (content only, not a/n) is officially 2,001 words! My first chapter in this story to have a 2000 word count! Yay! The unedited version of this chapter was only 1278 words, so I added quite a bit! I basically just gave it more details and a better description of the fight...like seriously, the first thing I wrote was utter crap. Here for the sake of comparison I'm going to put up that one paragraph I originally had, then when you lot (hopefully) read the new version you'll see a major difference! :D So here's the original fight scene:

With a frustrated scream the girl lunged at the red head. The red head quickly got up and moved out of reach. But the girl was crazy and angry, so she lunged again, this time reaching her target and proceeded to punch the red head, anywhere her fists would meet. The red head responded by crouching down to her knees and doing a spinning kick so that the girl would fall. The red head the quickly jumped up and gave a well aimed kick to the girls stomach. She was about to attack again when she was suddenly pulled back by a teacher.

Yeah...I only had one sucky paragraph for it...now I have like four! :D Well, I hope you guys enjoy the better writing! I plan on fixing pretty much every chapter so far! So look forward to better writing!

Leroy was adjusting to his new school, North Basin Secondary, quite well. A week had passed and he was only behind on eight homework assignments, failed two out of two pop quizzes, had gotten detention only three times so far, and had beaten up a total of four bullies. Yes, it had been a very good week.

At the moment, Leroy was sitting in a bustling school cafeteria with Michael and a couple other classmates. They were having a debate about the merits of video gaming, and Leroy couldn't be more bored. He honestly had only played two video games in his entire life, both of them being from the Mario series. And when he said so, the gangly boy was subjected to a mix of contempt and pity.

"-and endurance! Sitting on your ass for six hours, in the same position, isn't an easy thing to do! Playing video games helps increase your endurance!" One incredibly pale boy was shouting.

Another replied with, "Yeah right! Sitting still doesn't mean you have endurance! That rule only applies to the Wii and Kinect!"

And of course someone had to object to that as well because the Kinect hardly had any attention-for-six-hours-straight worthy video games out yet. But Leroy, being the one who was bored and uncaring, tuned them all out in favour of going to the cafeteria's lunch line to get some desert. Michael took notice of this and tagged along.

"The guys are great but their...enthusiasm, for video games is way to hyper for my taste." Michael said grimacing as he pushed his way through a little crowd of grade eighters.

"I didn't even know half of the things they were talking about." Leroy pouted, "Like, what the heck is a wee?"

"You don't know- wait never mind." Michael shook his head and muttered, "I should expect as much from you by now."

Then turning to face Leroy with a quirk adorning the corner of his lips Michael asked, "So, what 'cha getting anyways?"

"I'unno," Leroy stood on his tip-toes, peering over the endless mass of heads blocking his view of the buffet table. "I think they have pecan pie."

"Those'r always good, but if they have the lemon tarts instead, do not get them. They. Are. Disgusting." Michael scrunched up his face as to emphasize his disgust.

Chuckling at the funny face Michael was making, Leroy didn't quite take caution to his warning. Obviously Michael was exaggerating because everyone knew that it was impossible for food to be disgusting. It was food. The taller boy was about to tell Michael of this obvious fact when he was interrupted by an angry shout.

"YOU GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!"

Both Michael, Leroy, and all of the other heads in the cafeteria spun to face the direction of the yell. Their gazes landed on a pretty girl yelling her head off. Said girl was spitting obscene words to a slender red head. The red head, meanwhile, just sat on the bench, looking up at the girl in mild amusement. She hadn't even bothered to stop sipping her juice out of a little cardboard box.

"First Amanda, then Roxanne and now me? Seriously? How much of a slut are you! I bet there isn't a single boy in this room you haven't whored yourself out to!" The angry girl, who according to Michael was named Samantha, bellowed.

Oddly enough the red head, whom Michael had named Renee, only laughed in reply while putting down her juice box, "Now that's an exaggeration and you know it. And about your boyfriend, it's your own fault. Maybe if you weren't such a prude in bed he wouldn't have come crying to me for a tit fuck. And me being such a kind, and generous soul, obviously agreed." The red head smirked with a taunting tilt to her head.

Amanda immediately lost all sense of reason once the statement reached her ears. The girl lunged forward to straddle Renee in her seat. Then, grabbing a fistful of the red head's hair, Amanda proceeded to smash Renee's head down onto the table below her with a sickening crack. The Fury incarnated raised a fist to punch Renee in the nose, but was instead pushed away and thrown to the floor.

Raising from her seat, Renee tenderly patted the back of her head to make certain that there were no serious injuries. Once that was quickly confirmed, she looked down at the pathetic girl sprawled below her. Renee really didn't want to resort to violence, it didn't make her look good, so instead she bent her knees so that she was staring Amanda at eye level. Seeing the anguish in the other girls face Renee smirked and whispered something only heard between the two. Unfortunately, Amanda did not react to Renee's quiet threat as was expected. "Go ahead! You think I give a rat's ass anymore? Tell them! Tell them all!" Amanda jumped to her feet and was now shouting to the ceiling and throwing her arms about. "No, I'll tell them. You'd like that wouldn't you, being the scheming bitch you are!"

The girl then proceeded to grab some poor random eighth grader out of the crowd and screamed in his face, "I once fucked a dog for a thousand bucks!"

Swiveling around to face Renee once again, either not taking notice of or ignoring all of the disgusted looks she was now receiving, Amanda exclaimed, "There you happy now! It's out and I don't care! You already ruined my life, what could this possibly change? And, know what? I swear to God that I will slice that pretty little throat of yours, until it's as thin as paper, one day!"

The inhabitants of the cafeteria were stunned silent. Everyone knew that violent threats were an actual offence; without a doubt Amanda was going to be expelled because of that and maybe even face some time doing community service. Apparently things were getting serious...except Renee didn't quite get that note. Unlike the rest who were wide eyed with shock, Renee just snorted out a hysterical laugh, "Oh this is just too good. I can't believe you did that!" She wiped some tears out of her eyes, "How much of an idiot are you?" She grinned cheekily, "Oh, and thank you for the compliment. I know, my neck is really pretty."

With a primitively brutal cry Amanda charged towards Renee. Using her entire body weight she shoved the red head to the floor. Quickly regaining her balance, Amanda stood over a fallen Renee and kicked her in the ribs with one hard jab. "Fucking," kick, "bitch." Kick "You think," kick, "you can," kick, "get away with" kick, "this. I'm gonna," kick, "fucking kill you!" ki- it seemed that last kick didn't reach Renee as the red head felt she had taken enough abuse all ready.

In retribution Renee quickly rolled away from Amanda's reach and jumped to her feet. Glaring venemously at the other girl, Renee lunged forward and got close enough to punch Amanda in the stomache, hard. Amanda in return gagged at the painful force and stumbled back. Breathing heavily, with dialated pupils, she she contorted her lips into an ugly scowl. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" Amanda yelled, before charging at Renee once again, but this time the red head was ready.

Renee made sure to land on her feet with her legs crouched, when Amanda had pushed her down the second time. Placing one hand on the ground as to stabalize her balance, Renee thrust a leg out straight. Then, sweeping it over the ground in a wide arch, Renee effectively managed to hit Amanda's ankles, resulting in the girl to lose balance and fall to the ground. Once Amanda hit the ground Renee jumped forward so that she was atop the girl. Raising a fist, Renee brought it crashing down on Amanda's nose. The red head raised her fist once again, this time to attack the other girl's cheek bone instead.

"What the hell is going on over here!" A rumbling voice, accompanied by a large hand that was pulling her away from Amanda, startled Renee. Looking up to see who had so rudely interrupted her conversation, Renee saw that it was the principal, Mr. Woodenmeyer himself. Oh, shit.

The man looked down at the red head balefuly, but the look quickly turned to one of suprise when he registered just who he was glaring at. "Renee?"

Thinking fast, Reneee put on a pitiful face and whimpered, "She attacked me first sir. I was only defending my self."

Mr. Woodenmeyer looked skeptic. "It didn't really look that way to me."

Renee, looking sheepish replied, "I may have gotten a bit out of hand." She looked up with the most innocent expression she could conjure, "But you should have heard everything she was saying to me before. She called me a bitch,a whore, a fucker and, and-" Renee broke out into heartbreaking tears and huddled closer to the principal.

"God, you're such a fucking liar. I bet you're just going to suck up to Woodenmeyer here, before you actually suck him off in his office." Amanda spat while being held in place by the school janitor Martin, just in case another fight broke out.

Renee threw the girl a withering glare that embodied hate itself as Mr. Woodenmeyer hastily put some distance between himself and the red head. Then, clearing his throat he sternly reprimanded, "Samantha, I will not have that kind of talk in my school." He narrowed his eyes at the smirk now adorning Renee's face, "Nor will I have any violence here either." Renee paled slightly. "My office. Now." He glared at Renee, "Both of you." Mr. Woodenmeyer then proceeded to stalk out of the cafeteria, with Renee, Amanda, and Martin who was still had a steady hold on Amanda.

Standing in the fringe of the crowd, where he had a spectacular sight of the fight, Michael's gaze trailed after the group. "Wow. That's not something you see every day. Eh, Leroy- Leroy?"

Michael darted his gaze back and forth until he finally found Leroy. The boy was quickly jogging up to Renee, who had not yet left the cafeteria. "Hey! You!" Leroy called while waving what seemed to be a wallet over his head. "You dropped this." The boy explained as he held out the accessory to a befuddled Renee.

The red head stared at Leroy in astonishment for a moment, before snatching the wallet from his hand. With a sneer she stalked off, wanting nothing to do with the boy. But before Renee could step outside the cafeteria's double doors, Leroy called, "Oh, and the by the way! That was a real strong move you have! You should teach me that spin kick thingy you did on the ground, some day!"

Renee whipped her head back to stare incredulously at the tall, slightly arab looking boy, who was now grinning at her like he had won the lottery. "What the hell?" She muttered to herself before allowing Mr. Woodenmeyer, who had walked back after noticing that Renee was not with them, drag her towards the office.

Michael, now at Leroy's side, was about to ask the same question that Renee muttered. But Leroy, with his head tilted slightly to the side and eyes brimming with confusion, quickly interrupted by asking, "What's a tit fuck?"

Obviously, Michael thought to himself while groaning out loud.