Kids With Guns

AN: I don't own anything Gorillaz related. (Except a couple CD's. And those I borrowed from my friend XD. So I guess I don't own them… Though he said they're basically mine for a week. I guess it's an "Eye of the Beholder" thing, really.) I've been trying to get these out as fast as possible, so rest assured I'm working hard! (Sort of… Not really.) This one is also kind of shorter than usual. I'm just trying to hurry and introduce all the characters to the story. Don't worry, there's only one more after this. Also, if you haven't noticed, I'm naming all the chapters after songs by Gorillaz and manage to slip the names into the story. Keep an eye out for the names! … And that's pretty much it. Lol. Enjoy!


Alice had gotten through the day fairly quickly. Usually time creaked by painfully slow, like the brittle bones of an elderly man. But today was different. Today, she had something to "look forward to" after school. She had to contend with a nearly blind punk by the name of Sue that she had an instinctual urge to beat. Lovely.

Why do I feel so violent toward this girl? I've never even met her before… Alice thought in a daze. She didn't understand how she felt about this Sue gal; Even though she just screamed 'Beat me up!' to everyone around her, Alice felt connected to her somehow. Deep within the catacombs of Alice's mind, she knew something was meant to pull them together at some point in their lives; whether it be a detention after school or (anywhere else for that matter), she knew that the moment she was born, there was no escaping Sue, and Sue could never have escaped Alice.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it, though…" She murmured to herself.

"What was that, Ms. White? Did you have something to share with the class?" Mr. Irvin asked Alice sharply. He never seemed to like Alice much; he most likely thought she was a rune-chanting demon, as did a majority of people in this school. And in life.

Sigh…

"No, Mr. Irvin, I have nothing to share with the class." Alice said dryly. As much as Mr. Irvin seemed to dislike her, she was almost positive she disliked him twice as much. Due to her hatred toward this teacher, she had always hated 6th hour Math. He was always calling out on her whenever she seemed to be having trouble with the concepts in an attempt to make her look foolish. Alice sincerely had no idea why he targeted her specifically. All she knew was that he was the biggest arse she had ever come across, including herself.

"That seems contrary to the fact that you just were talking. I insist! Tell us your profound thoughts!" The sarcasm in that statement was practically tangible from across the building. "Or are you just trying to socialize with the other students? I've told you this before, Alice; you're just making their day unpleasant by making them deal with you! Tsk, tsk!"

All the students in the room were deathly quiet. No one could speak. Sure, Mr. Irvin has always disliked Alice, and he was obviously having an off day, but they'd never heard him say something like… like that. Alice vaguely recalled him mentioning in class earlier this week that he was going through a divorce with his wife of 9 years. After that, he hurriedly assigned them about three times as much homework as usual.

That was the moment Alice had finally had enough. He had been harassing and mocking her since the first day of 10th grade, and he had just pushed her over the edge.

That's it.

"…Actually, I believe I DO have something to share with everyone." She said with a smirk on her face. She rose from her seat, and cleared her throat. "Attention, attention! I must bring this matter to all your attentions; the fact cannot be ignored no longer. Mr. Irvin… is a total prick! …That is all."

She sat down with a sharp grin that would've given the Cheshire Cat a run for its money. A large African American girl stood up and started applauding for Alice. "Woot! You tell 'em girl!" She cheered loudly. Alice gave her a wry smile in response.

She rather liked this girl, she decided. She was a bit heavy, but it didn't really affect her pretty face, and unlike every other girl in the school (and possibly the World), she seemed to be proud of her weight. She towered over everyone in the school (including teachers) when she stood straight, though she usually slouched. She also wore a menacing face which resembled a provoked Pitbull a majority of the time. Naturally, all of this terrified the living daylights out of anyone if they got too close to her, therefore she was always given a radius of about one meter. This allowed her plenty of alone time to do what she wanted: Listen to music. She seemed to listen to rap throughout all her classes and only bothered to leave her music-induced trances when something interesting was going on.

Alice remembered an occasion where she was leaving Math class and couldn't help but overhear a couple of students talking about how everyone believed she was the "plaything" of an entire local gang everyone, referred to as the Idiots, Ghetto Rats, or Kids With Guns (The gang somehow managed to pride itself on how re-known it was around town). Alice only had to see this girl once to know this was obviously untrue. She may look intimidating as hell, but Alice knew that she had too much self-respect to do anything like that with trash on the streets.

It also just occurred to her that she had forgotten her name. After a moment, it hit her. Ebony Blanche, she recalled. Ebony Blanche…? Oh, how I love a good oxymoron! Alice thought with glee. She also noticed that everything about her was Ebony; Her shoulder length hair, her eyes, and her dark skin all fell under the category of ebony. But her attention was drawn back to class as the whole class had started to applaud and cheer, getting closer and closer to becoming out of control.

Mr. Irvin's mouth was nearly hanging by its hinges. At first he could only splutter out incomplete sentences. "Well… I…!" Was said often. Soon his face soon was flushed with an unnatural shade of red.

"ENOUGH!" He finally screamed out above everyone in the room. Alice's and Ebony's smiles faltered. He first pointed at Alice with a shaking hand.

"You… you have earned yourself a detention after school, little girl. And you…!", He swerved his pointed finger over to Ebony now, "You may come in as well…" His tone was enough to make Alice and Ebony fearful for their lives, and it was quite difficult to make these two girls afraid of anything.

"…But sir, I already have detention with Mrs. Roxwell today after school!" Alice said in a somewhat submissive tone. She hated it; her very core was against being submissive to anyone or anything, and here she was, cowering in the shadow of her High School Math teacher. I'm thoroughly disgusted by myself! She thought to herself miserably.

"Then make a call to your parents and tell them you're going to be serving two detentions today. Not that complicated, Alice. Just took a bit of thinking, didn't it?" He said in a mocking tone.

"Well, I certainly didn't find it difficult, but I guess I can understand if you had trouble thinking about it a little." She gave him a (obviously fake) sympathetic smile. The African girl starting laughing her arse off and covered her mouth in a miserable attempt to hold back her laughter.

Once again, his face was engulfed in a blanket of crimson, but this time, he took some deep breaths and seemed to have calmed himself.

"You certainly seem to enjoy detentions, the two of you. How about you can spend some quality time together for about a month after school?" He said cheerily.

"…But..!" Ebony cried out, "I didn't do anythin'! You can hardly blame someone fo laughin at somethin' funny!" Alice thought she had a good point.

But Mr. Irvin merely sneered at her. "Of course I can, Ms. Blanche. Now… Any other outbursts you two would like to share with us?"

The two students remained silent, but the glares they were giving him were similar to shooting daggers.

"…Good! That leaves us with about…" Mr. Irvin stopped his sentence when the end of 6th hour class rung. "…No time whatsoever to do this math problem. Everyone is excused from homework tonight except for… Well, I think you two can guess." He flashed them a smile, which made both girls wanting to knock his teeth out.

As everyone else packed up, the two girls just sat in their desks for several moments, thinking of the chain of events that lead them into such deep trouble. They glanced over to each other, and seemed to share one single thought.

I fucking hate Mr. Irvin.