And another....

ahaha, doomeddarkchild, you must be psychic....


I was shaking, I was that pissed.

How dare they speak of Elle that way?! Have they ever seen mirror in the whole of their insignificant lives?

I swear, Stacey probably got her shorts from the free fabrics bin at Fabricland.

And her friends? Do not get me started on that scarf she calls a shirt.

I was seeing red, I knew I was about to phase. I felt a hand on my shoulder, holding me down as well as comforting me. I looked up to see Sam wink down at me.

"Shut the hell up. Sit down and eat."

A stupid 11th grader got up and scowled at Sam. "Why should we?"

Sam let go of my shoulder only to walk-calmly-up to that... that... son of a bitch.

Wait.

Did Sam just... punch him?

Now I know he was holding back and all, but that kid went flying.

"That's why."

At once, everyone was silent. Sam came back with a wide grin on his face.

"If I let you do it, everyone would probably die." He said just a little too happily. "Now go sweep your princess offa her feet."

Hah. She's too... Elle-ish too be swept off her feet.

When I walked out of the caf-it took a while to calm down-I could hear her crying from the janitor's closet.

If I go back to that room, I will personally pick every single damned kid's heads offa their necks.

And I knew I could.

"Elle?" I softly knocked on the door.

"G-go away, you jerk!"

I sighed and opened the door.

And stopped in my tracks.


More the day after tomorrow.

I am so mean, with the cliffhanger ending and whatnot. :P