I shook my head with frustration, and erased the whole sentence that took me about five minutes to write. Okay, operation get Loomer to stop bullying Coconut Head is going to be a little harder than I thought. Maybe I got a little over my head on this one. This operation seemed like a good idea at the time, now it just seems unrealistic.

For one, even if Moze was right that the bully has a slight interest in me, I doubt he'll stop picking on Coconut Head just because I ask him too. I considered the being at the wrong place at the wrong time act, where I would suddenly appear whenever Loomer and his gang decide to attack the poor boy. Then I concluded that it will just look like I'm stalking them.

I'm pretty sure I don't have to go on. The conflict is clearly in the paragraph above. Naturally, I would drop the idea until more inspiration and motivation came to me. However, I already told Coconut Head about the idea. He got all excited that he won't be slammed into lockers anymore. What kind of girl would I be to make a promise then just drop it and let a boy get pwned by a couple of painful...blue steel lockers?

A bad one.

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Dad called from downstairs, "Home!"

Bruno!

Tossing my notebook aside, I flew down the stairs, ignoring the fact that my mom was yelling at me not to run with a sharp pencil.

Bruno barked happily and escaped out of my father's grip, practically jumping on me. Wet cold dog saliva covered my whole arms and face.

Grumbling slightly, I pushed Bruno off of me. He was basically freaking out, jumping up and down. His barks could be probably heard through the whole neighborhood.

Note to self, never leave chocolate out again. Yes, that was me. And yes, that day I found out Bruno is a very smart dog.

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Mom set down a steak in front of me at the dinner table. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I pushed it away with one hand and grabbed a plate of salad.

Mom complained, "When are you going to get out of that phase?"

That's right, my mother thinks me being a vegetarian is just a teenage phase. I've been one since I was ten.

Dad dung into the poor dead cow, "Just let her do what she believes in honey."

Thank you Dad.

Mother shrugged helplessly and poured herself a glass of milk.

Taking the subject, I spoke, "Can Bruno sleep in my room?"

Why did I ask? I already know the answer.

Mom scolded, "No. For now on he's sleeping in a cage at night so he won't sneak into the kitchen and eat something bad for him!"

I argued, "Mom, he's a living breathing thing. We can just trap him in a tiny box at nighttime. I promise I'll lock my door at night so he can't get out!"

While Mom seemed to be considering that idea, Dad chuckled,

"How was your first day Sadie?"

I responded quite quickly, "It was good. I made new friends, liked my classes and the food there was great."

And there's a crazy weasel running the whole school, janitor not doing his job, scary librarian, most importantly a lunch lady who can give you predictions from the beans or food you get.

However, those little details, I don't think my parents need to know.

As Mom and Dad starting talking about his job, I quickly and sneakily dropped on a roll on the floor, which Bruno gladly scooped up in his mouth. Good boy.

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The next morning:

I boarded the bus and spotted Coconut Head surprisingly in the back. Usually the 'cool' kids sit in the back. Quickly taking a seat in the back, I looked over at Coconut Head who was staring at me intensely.

"So, what can you do?"

After dinner last night, I didn't get a chance to think of any ideas, for Bruno would not leave my socks alone. Let's just say I have a lot of chewed tube socks in my drawers now.

I answered slowly, "Well...I can't do anything...per say. Do you have any places in the school that'll protect you from the bullies?"

Coconut Head's face lit up, "The front office! It's like a invisible barrier. Loomer and his gang can't pass it."

I advised happily, "Then just go there if they give you any trouble!"

"But what if I'm not near the front office..?"

Staring at him, I said, "When in doubt, run into the girl's bathroom."

Coconut Head exclaimed, "What?!"

"Yes, sure you'll get beaten by a few girls with purses, however those bullies wouldn't dare to step foot in there." I explained.

Coconut Head shrugged, "I'll try it. If your ideas don't work, I'll just ask Ned! He has the greatest tips in his guide."

Guide?! This boy doesn't tell me anything. That could have saved me from the guilt of letting someone down.

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I walked into Polk and head straight to my locker. Okay, let's hope no weasels pop out or any 'love' notes for that matter.

Success!

After gathering my books, I went over to Moze's locker. She was leaning against them, as if she was waiting for someone.

"Where's Ned and Cookie?"

Moze looked up at me through her chocolate brown bangs, "No clue. They're lockers are right next to mine."

Deciding to be a good friend, I waited with her. What's a few seconds being late for homeroom going to do?

She started a conversation, "So, find any surprises in your locker yet?"

Glaring slightly, I replied, "The only thing I found was a weasel."

"That isn't a one time thing just to let you know."

I rolled my eyes, "I figured."

Suddenly, a scream erupted in the hall way. Students ran out of the way as Cookie came speeding by in a janitor's bucket.

Just when I thought it was going to remain normal for more than five minutes.

Coconut Head ran down the stairs screaming, "He's coming!"

Jumping up from my composed position, I warned, "Bathroom! Bathroom!"

Hesitantly Coconut Head sped into the girl's bathroom, getting many screams of horror and surprise. A few minutes later, Loomer came from the corner huffing and puffing.

He asked to no one in particular, "Where's Coconut Head!"

I stated, staring directly at him, "Front office."

Moze smiled and waited for a reaction.

Loomer unruffled his leather jacket, glanced at me and let out a frustrated yell, "Whatever."

He went off in the other direction, probably to look for Buzz and Crony.

Moze laughed out loud, "That was eventful."

I smiled, pointing an finger at her, "Yes. You got that right."

Just as I was about to make my way over to Mr. Sweeny's class, Cookie was back, yet again on the janitor's yellow bucket.

He screamed, "Get out of the way!"

How does he even get that much speed on such little wheels? Throwing myself against the hard wall, I watched as Cookie crashed right into Loomer who crashed into a trash can.

That would make one hell of a youtube video.

Ned ran forward, pulling Cookie away from the traffic, "Run!!!!!"

For Loomer was getting up, the look on his face could kill. I wonder if he's going to transform into a bull or something. He was about to chase after poor Cookie and Ned, however, Mr. Sweeny stormed out of his class room shouting,

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

I guess the scene didn't look too promising.

Ned answered nervously, "Runaway janitor bucket..?"

Mr. Sweeny's face turned red then blue, he pointed at Loomer, Cookie and Ned,

"Detention!"

Cookie protested, "But-but!"

Loomer rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He obviously was given detention millions of times before.

Mr. Sweeny went back into the classroom to assign detention slips.

What surprised me the most, was when he came back out and sternly handed Moze and I one as well.

" AND detention for everyone that was in the hall way during this accident!"

Okay, that's hardly fair. Moze and I were just enjoying the show.

WAIT!

Detention! Excuse me for my delayed reaction. I shivered slightly as Mr. Sweeny handed me a slip. It read 3:00 pm. Oh great.

"Now everyone go to homeroom." His voice was deadly quiet.

While Moze, Cookie and Loomer went off to homeroom, Ned and I slowly followed Mr. Sweeny into the class room.

It's only the second day and I got detention. What's next? Tomorrow I'll be sent to juvy for sharping my pencil?

A/N: Can you tell I'm suffering from a slight writer's block? Sorry if this chapter is suckish. :)