Why yes, yes it has been a year.


"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Simmons! Help meeeeeee!" Grif screamed running away from a dodge ball that seemed to be chasing him.

"Shut up Grif I'm trying to concentrate. I thought your plan was to get out anyway."

"That plan failed when they started trying to kill me." Grif ran behind Donut and started using him as a meat sheild.

"Ow Grif you got me out. That wasn't very nice." Donut cried as he got hit in the gut with a dodgeball from hell.


The bell rang for recess and red team staggered out of the locker room looking like the living dead. "Awww my nuts." Grif groaned. "That fucking Tex was targeting me."

"Yeah and it was really fucking funny." Simmons replied.

"Shut the fuck up Simmons. Assshole."

"Fattass."

"You coming over after school?"

"Don't you have community service?"

"Yeah but I'm not going tonight. I can't find anyone to look after Kai."

"Can't you just take her with you?"

"No! Are you fucking crazy? Why would I bring her to high school?"

Simmons sighed. "Do you want me to look after her?"

"yes. Don't keep her up past ten and make sure she eats all her vegetables. She likes a story before bed and make sure she washes her hair."

"Okay mom."

"Fuck you Simmons."

"Later Grif."


"Where's Grif?"

"Community service. He asked me to look after you."

"Cool. My bed time is at 12"

"No it's not."


"Carolina, come over. Come on, no one else is home."

"No I'm busy, I have homework."

"All you ever do is work. You really need to take a break every once in a while."

"I'll take a break when I'm done."

"What if I came over to your place?"

"Nah mum and dad are home."

"I still can't believe your the director's daughter."

"Get used to it, now bug off so I can finish my work."

"Why don't you come over and we can work on it together."

"York I'm serious."

"So am I!"

"I've got to go."

"Fine if you won't come over then cut the last few classes with me tomorrow and come back to my house for the afternoon."

"Fine. I only have woodwork then anyway."


"They get nicknamed the AIs." Donut gossiped.

"Why? That's a fuckin stupid nickname." Grif said munching on tome Doritos he'd smuggled into his maths class.

"Do you even know what AI stands for?" Simmons asked punching some numbers into his calculator.

"Yeah..."

"What does it mean dumbass?"

"I'm starting to think you're the one who doesn't know."

"Artificial Intelligence."

"Pfft, that's what I though it was."

"You know how you get the freelancers who are really advanced?" Donut asked scribbling notes from the board down in his workbook using a pink fluffy pen with Chantilly lace with light-ish red ink.

"Yeah." Grif answered eating some more chips.

"Well it's rumoured that these guys are even smarter. Even better than the freelancers. So much better that one AI and one Freelancer are paired up. They make a super team. I think it's so the freelancers get a tutor."

"Why the fuck would the freelancers need tutors?" Simmons said taking his eyes off his work for the first time all lesson.


"Awww come on Delta, haven't I studied enough?"

"York you lil shit, get back to work. I'll tell you when you can stop." Delta said looking up from her Dolly magazine stashed inside a booklet from National Geographic.

"Dude we've been doing this all lunch. I wanna go hand out with my friends and eat!"

"Yeah well if you continue to suck at quadratics one of the math's most simple work then we'll be here till I'm fourty."

"How old are you now?"

"It's not very polite to ask a woman her age."

"You're a woman? That's news to my ears." York said angrily scratching his pencil across the graphed paper of his maths book. Delta stood up and smacked him over the head with both of her magazines and they hit him like a ton of bricks. "Awww what the fuck?!"


"AAAAHHHHHHHH TEX! PLEASE PUT THAT POWER SAW DOWN!"


"So girls, how you doing?" Donut asked whilst in front of his sewing machine as he sewed Chantilly lace on a pink nightgown he was making for textiles.

"Donut, don't talk." CT said making a new brown hoodie.

"Ever." South added. South was being a little out of character, she was making a violet and lime green ball gown with frills and a corset.


"Hey." York said as he came out from behind the lockers.

"So, we taking the back way to your house?"


"I love listening to the sound of you breathing."

"Ahhhhh!" Carolina screamed waking up with York inches away from her face.

"What?" He said acting alarmed.

"Oh my god. I hate you! You scared the shit out of me you tool!"

"So what are we doing for athletics?"

"Everything. We walk in, we strike and we win."

"Who's your AI?"

"I gave Sigma to that guy that growls all the time, Maine, I think."


"Javelin throwers, please step up to the mark." The councillor ordered through the speakers.

"Tex, your going down." Carolina called across from the starting line.

"Not today" Omega replied under his breath. Tex ignored her and let her actions speak for themselves. Carolina threw and the rest of the competitors followed. Carolina's javelin reached the six meter mark and she would have won it had Tex not taken her shot passing Carolina's throw by a full meter. With O'Malley's help of course.