Blech, lunch time. Not like I don't like it, it's just I am not used to eating lunch, and I am sure that now Bolt's group will gang on me.

The cafeteria is a rather large compartment. The one thing that seems extraordinary about the cafeteria, besides its size, is how the food is served. According to Salamon, there is food from all over the world. There are six sections, for the six continents; North America, South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, and Australia. I decided to test the quality of food here, so I went to the Europe section, and found Hungary. There was just what I wanted.

There is this meal in Hungary, where you fill cabbage with meat, rice, and everything so yummy and salty you like, and you wrap the cabbage up like a burrito, only difference is that it is totally enclosed, and then you boil it. At least I think that's how you make it…

I went to the machine, and selected the food, I waited some time, and it was done. This machine looks like a wending machine, only smaller. It has six buttons, each designated for a food. You push the button, and the machine somehow makes the food, and then you have to take it out from the little metal box-thing.

"You done there?" Salamon asks me. He had the traditional American food; double bacon cheeseburger with a large scoop of salad. Tempting.

"Yes yes, I just try and see how good the chef is," I answer.

"Okay, I'll pay for this week." Pay? You have to pay for it? Ah, I don't like it when people buy me lunch, it makes me feel uneasy. "Anything to drink?"

"Sprite?"

"Roger." We walk to the cashier-thingy thing. Looks like the food machine, only difference it has thirty-six buttons and some tabs, for each food and extras. Salamon pressed the number zero-four and thirteen. He then pushed the tabs, and a flashing number appeared. 8.50 DD.

"DD?" I ask. "Not dollars?"

"DD stands for Death Dollars."

"Oh, makes sense." He puts the eight DD in a little drawer, and the metal kachink is heard.

"Follow me." He maneuvered, twisted and turned, until he stopped by a table for six. There was Nejc, Dominic, Morgen, and Bea sitting there.

"Hey guys," Morgen begins the greetings. Nejc finished.

"Hey people," I say.

"Aloha guys," Salamon says, "hey shorty," he nods at Nejc.

Lunch was passing all right. I listened to my friends talking and laughing, sometimes answering when they asked me. Give me two or three months, and I'll be chattering like crazy, it's just…The place is new, and I try to fit in. Yeah, a guy who killed with a switch knife, and has a fight coming up with Bolt. Good luck fitting in.

I have this very…interesting feeling that someone's watching me, and not like everyone is watching me, no, the feeling that one person is watching me. The feeling when you know that there is a velociraptor behind your back, waiting for the perfect time you strike. Oh, you say you didn't have the velociraptor feeling? Weird, I have it all the time.

"What do we have here? A new kid. Hmph," he says. "Trying to hang with the cool people, so you'll think you are one of them? Pathetic. What are you doing here anyways? Just go back to your mother and cry."

"At least I am stronger than a dead flea, not like you," I answer him back, still sitting.

"More like fat."

"Oh, you think that hurt? At least I can protect myself in real things. You, in comparison, would just run, or beg for your life," I say as I stand up and turn. Instantly, I see a gray blur, and he jumps on me, well, jump-hugged me. He has this way of jump-hugging like little kids do; they hug you and pull their legs up. I pry him off.

"What brings you here?" I ask Rick.

"You have two guesses." He looks at me, with the Are-you-serious face.

"You are a…what's that word…training dummy, or a…hm, hard to guess, either a dummy or a…nah, just a dummy."

"I'm a Weapon you idiot." He laughs.

That guy's short as Nejc, at least he has grown, short wavy blond hair and blue eyes. His face is childish and evil at the same time, or more like naughty. He has dimples when smiling that just gives to his elfish personality. He is a good-looking fellow, I give you that, and his IQ is above average, way above average. He is smart, charismatic, quick-thinker, evil. He is the evil mastermind who is not so evil. Though, he is not very strong. He is agile and a good climber, but not strong. Not strong at all. That's Rick, or as I call him, Ricky Tribuchet.

"I guess you're a Weapon too," he says.

"I'm a Meister, not a Weapon."

"Oh, that's sad. You'll die in P.E.," he says.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me," I mess his hair. "How long since we departed? Four, five years?"

"Five and a half years," he corrects me.

Quite a group of people formed around us.

I grab my chair, and one for him, and we sit down.

"I see you are famous here too," I say.

"What can I say," he flicks his hair, "I am charming."

He's a Weapon, and I'm a Meister…I'd give a try.

"Question, if you have no partner, would you be my Weapon?"

"Oh I would, but I have one already. He is the fifth one to my right, with the glasses and ponytails." I look, there, she's taller than Ricky, with chocolate brown skin, brown eyes and black hair; and she doesn't have ponytails, but dreadlocks.

"Ah, okay…but she has dreadlocks, not ponytails."

"Whatever", he says, rolling his eyes. "How long have you been here?"

"Three days, if I'm right."

"So you may now something I don't," he begins, "there's been this someone in this school who has killed a Kishin Egg with a switch knife. Everyone knows it, but no one tells me."

I am actually surprised he doesn't know it. I hate to be bragging, but…

"It is I who murdered with a knife," I say, "because that thing destroyed my book."

"Oh, the book, then yes, of course I agree with you. Horrible thing, destroying a book," he says sarcastically.

"At least I've killed that thing, and got another three books. So yay and stuff. Anyway, what weapon you are?"

"Use your head. What's my name?"

"Rihanna!" I say. "I just have to say it, you said it just like she did. You're Rick Tribuchet."

"Tribuchet, what does it sound like?"

"Tribuchet? Uhm, guess the closest thing is trebuchet," I say. "Oh! I get it, you are a trebuchet, a medieval siege engine."

"No, of course not. I become a crossbow. Everyone thinks that," he says. Oh I could strangle him. "But I do change into a trebuchet once I've gone through Soul Resonance."

"Okay, just wondering." The bell rings.

"It was nice seeing my bro," he says, standing up. "Oh, and who's the unfortunate one who'll fight Bolt?" News go fast here.

"You're looking at him," I say.

"Oh…well, good luck I guess," he waves and disappears into the crowd.

Luckily, I already finished my lunch. Back at my table, everyone's talking about me. Weird.

"Guys, should we just leave the trays here or not?"

"Uhm, just leave it here." Salamon says. "Bai guys, good luck for the secound challenge."

"You too." They say.

We make our way back to the gym.

"I'll have lots of things to ask," Salamon smiles.

Back in the gym, everyone was ready, and right after we arrived, the secound bell rang.

"Okay people," Spirit begins. "Hope you had a good lunch, especially the two who'll compete. To sum things up, team eleven has one point now; and the secound challenge is needle in a haystack. Two the people have to move heavy sacks of dirt to find a needle."

Silence. "So…who's good with weights?" Salamon looks at us. "Dollie?" She gave a sarcastic smile.

"Oh, pick me, pick me! I'm good with hauling people around!" I shook my hand.

"Fine, show us what you got."

Oh dear lasagna, that challenge was so screwed up, and the things after it, they too.