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Aubrey sighed and moved down the hallway, shifting her backpack further up her shoulder. She studied the floor, watching her converse clad feet traverse over the white tiles. They squeaked softly, heralding her arrival.

Someone smacked into her without warning, making her stagger and drop to the floor. The mysterious presence fell on top of her, squishing her stomach.

"Ugh, get off me, dweeb," she snapped.

"Watch where you're standing, weirdo," the person retorted, standing up and dusting himself off. "Get a life."

"Oh, Adam," she sighed, watching him with an expression of mixed disgust and pity, "don't you know that is the oldest insult in the book?" She heaved herself off the floor and shouldered her bag once more. "Let's get some originality classes, shall we?"

Adam rolled his eyes and walked away, flipping the bird over his shoulder.

"Yeah, same to you, pal!" Aubrey called. She groaned and turned around. "Oh, I cannot wait to get out of here." She trudged to her locker, twisted in the code, and was about to open it when an unfortunate sound came to her ears.

"Look at those shoes."

"Ugh. She wore that shirt last week."

"Can't she get some fashion sense?"

Aubrey closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the locker. "'Morning, ladies," she sighed, "out for our daily insult-fest?" She lifted her head to view the trio cooly.

The ringleader, Arianna, was a buxom blonde with the "rich dad". Next came Deena, also blonde, who did the dirty work. And last was Katherine. With brown hair, big lashes, and the most buxom chest, she was the one they sent to the boys when they wanted information. All mean, all dirty, all bad. They were the bane of Aubrey's existence. It was very Mean Girls-esque.

"Ooh, look, it's the nun," Arianna retorted, studying Aubrey's figure thoroughly. "You know, I think if you stuffed you might have the figure of a twelve year old."

"Really?" Aubrey feigned excitement. "Like, OMG, are you totes sers? Like, I should totally, like, do exactly as you say! OMG! Ha ha ha ha NO." She glared at the girls. "In case you haven't noticed, I'd rather not attract only creeper guys like you."

Arianna blinked, looking slightly confused. "But I'm not dating a creeper."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Derek Jones."

"He's nineteen. Case in point."

"He loves me," Arianna huffed. "Anyway, I didn't come to talk about my love life. We just came to wish you a happy last day of school here."

Aubrey quirked an eyebrow. "...Thanks."

"Anyway, we have a present for you." Arianna motioned Deena forward. She stepped to Aubrey and handed her an umbrella. It was clear, with a metal handle. Very simple and practical. Aubrey hesitantly reached forward and took it from Deena's grasp.

"An umbrella? Wow, and it doesn't have any sparkles." Aubrey studied the accessory. "What's this for?"

"Oh, nothing. Come on, girls." The trio flounced away, and Aubrey turned back to her locker. "Yeesh." She opened the handle, and had time to notice a strange clicking aound before a metal claw immediately bombarded her with a blast of red paint. She gasped and lifted a hand to her jacket, the appendage coming away sticky and bright tomato red. Her favorite, most comfy jacket. Ruined. Those dorty rotten... She growled and slammed the locker shut, spattering more paint everywhere. She stomped off to the sound of tittering and laughing from other students in the hallway, already fantasizing about ways to finish off the loathsome trio.

She cornered the girls next to the drinking fountain. Arianna was bending over, conveniently broadcasting her rear end for all the males to see. After a cough from Aubrey, she straightened up to see Aubrey's furious, red speckled face thrust towards her own.

"Woah, Fallon, personal space violation much?" Arianna backtracked away from the fountain and the furious Fallon.

"Really, Arianna?" Aubrey snarled, stepping forwards.

"Really what?" The blonde studied Aubrey. "I see you didn't use the umbrella."

"Well, I wasn't expecting to have to use it inside."

Arianna shrugged. "Not my fault."

"You know what? You have completely ruined my school experience ever since second grade. You couldn't just let me have my last day in peace?"

"Aw, now where would the fun be in that? It wa just a little parting present," Arianna clucked, making pitiful puppy eyes.

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "You want fun? You want a present? Okay, fine. I've got something for you." She half turned around, leading Arianna to believe she was leaving.

"Loser," Arianna sneered.

Aubrey pivoted around, brought her fist up, and let it connect with Arianna's nose with a sickening crunch.

Arianna let loose a loud, piercing wail and collapsed to the floor, holding her nose in her hands. Blood dropped through them and collected on her white mini skirt.

"Oh, look. Red," Aubrey said, voice dripping with mockery. "Here. Have a umbrella." She shoved the umbrella into Arianna's lap and stormed away, leaving the sounds of Arianna's whimpers and the girls' fawning.

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"Going out with a bang, are we, Aubrey?" Ms. Lee sighed as she drummed her fingers on her desk.

"Okay, listen, it was justified-" Aubrey began, but she was interrupted by the principle holding up her finger.

"To be honest, Aubrey, I'm finding that hard to believe. Remember on the other time you punched a kid? It was, uh, Kevin Shanks."

"Okay, he was a head case, and that was justified too!"

"How? You said he was complementing you!"

"Yeah, on my butt!" Aubrey slumped back. "What does this have to do with that, anyways?"

"My point is you can't just go around punching people, Aubrey. Thankfully you're leaving, or you'd probably get a suspension."

"Geez, thanks," Aubrey scoffed. "Nice to know you'll miss me."

"You know what I mean," Ms. Lee scolded Aubrey gently. "I think you're a good kid underneath all that rough exterior, and I wish you had tried to bring her out a little more while you were here. It would probably have made this experience a bit more enjoyable."

"Geez! I'm only leaving for a few months! I'll probably come back."

Ms. Lee shrugged. "I hope you do. I'll miss seeing you around."

Aubrey rolled her eyes. "Can I go now?"

"No. I need to talk to your sister when she comes to pick you up. She should be here any minute, though. School's out in a few." Ms. Lee glanced at the clock on her wall, and Aubrey slumped back. Great. Just great.

Ms. Lee was not disappointed. Soon, Cynthia came rushing in, heels clacking as she strode to her seat and sat down, brushing her hands on her skirt.

"Now," she sighed, "what has Aubrey done this time?"

"She punched a student," Ms. Lee replied evenly, knitting her fingers together. "Her name is Arianna Dixon."

"Okay, she made paint explode out of my locker!" Aubrey exclaimed.

Cynthia laid a soothing hand on her leg. "Tell me the story." Her eyes bespoke of terrible things to come if Aubrey didn't settle down.

And so the earlier events were relayed, Cynthia listening patiently. Once the tale was done, however, she paused and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Aubrey, I thought we talked about this."

"I don't remember having a discussion about anything close to this," Aubrey insisted, crossing her arms and slouching.

Cynthia sighed. "Is she going to have to be punished in any way?"

Ms. Lee pursed her lips. "Well, she'll have to have community service. If she had been staying here, she probably would've been suspended, but since she's leaving, that's probably the extent of her punishment." She opened a drawer in her desk and scribbled something on it, signing her name with a flourish. "Okay, I'm assigning you 15 hours of community service. That's to be completed by the end of the school year." She smiled brightly and handed her the paper. "Make sure whoever you're performing it for signs that and puts down how many hours you've done."

Aubrey nodded glumly and shoved it into her backpack.

"Well, we'll miss you, Aubrey. Come back soon." Ms. Lee waved goodbye as the pair took their leave, opening the door and exiting the school. It wasn't until they were both strapped into the car and moving down the street that Cynthia started the infamous lecture.

"Are you kidding me, Aubrey?"

Aubrey glared out the side of the window.

"You just got into trouble with the police. Are you serious? Now you're punching people!"

"She booby trapped my locker!"

"What evidence do you have?"

Sometimes she really hated having a lawyer for a sister. "She was all the evidence I need."

Cynthia shook her head. "I really expect better of you at the next school. I really do. 'Cause guess what, pal? Next week! You're going to Mal's later, so you'd better straighten up!"

Aubrey groaned. "I don't wanna go today!"

"Well, tough," Cynthia replied. "We have a flight tonight. You have everything packed?"

Aubrey nodded.

"Okay, then." Cynthia sighed and turned into the deiveway, clearly tired of the conversation at hand. "We'll get it loaded into the car and hit the road."

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Cynthia gave Aubrey one last hug and patted her over. "You've got everything?"

Aubrey sighed in exasperation. "Yes, Cynthia."

"You're positive?"

"As a hippie with HIV."

Cynthia shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?" She drew back, a small smile on her lips. "If you need anything, anything at all, you just call me, okay?"

Aubrey nodded. "Have fun."

Cynthia gave a small laugh. "Okay. I love you." She turned to Mal. "Don't spoil her, now."

Mal scoffed. "No chance of that."

"You two be good. Please don't kill each other," she pleaded as she gathered her coat and purse. "I have to go make sure Denni's okay. Okay?"

Mal and Aubrey nodded numbly.

"Bye," their older sister called as she walked out the door. "I love you!" And with a slam of the door, the only person keeping them from tearing each other's throat out was gone.

All was silent, Mal and Aubrey glaring at each other in a battle of wills.

Finally, Mal saw the need to speak.

"Okay, here are some ground rules," Mal stated. "1. You don't mess with my stuff. My room is off limits. 2. Food is fine, being lazy is fine, but you put away what you get out."

Aubrey scoffed at this oxymoron, but refrained from making a scathing comment. Time enough for that later.

"3. Anyone comes over, you go in your room and put on a movie or music or something. Let me have my privacy. 4. Don't make my life miserable."

Aubrey nodded. "Okay, fine. I don't know of I can promise you 4, but we'll see. Now my rules." She marched up to him and planted her hands on her hips. "My room equals my space. Same rules apply there as to yours. 2. My buisness is private. Don't ask me how my friends are or if I got a boyfriend. Stay out of it. 3. You'll let me go to parties and stuff. I won't do drugs or drink, but you gotta let me have fun." She pursed her lips. "4. You're not my mother. Don't lecture me or make me do stuff. Got it?

"I don't want this anymore than you do. But if you stay out of my life, you wont even know I'm in yours. Capeesh?"

Mal stared at her for a moment, then nodded and extended a hand. She followed suit and grasped his, giving it a firm shake.

The truce was on. Whether it would last or not, well...that was anyone's guess.

...Meaning it was bound to be broken.

So, not my best, but I really wanted to get it out. Review for llamas!