Oops, I screwed up in chapter 5. I put Skylar down as Falco, but I think I fixed it. Just wanted to clear that up. Sometimes this brain of mine... it has a mind of it own.

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These uniforms are giving me a headache. Never have I seen so much plaid or yellow before. An awful, butter yellow that really makes me yearn for toast. Yellow and grey plaid skirts for the girls with yellow blouses, grey or black slacks for the boys with yellow dress shirts. I feel so queer in this outfit. Not saying that that might be off key, it's just how it makes me feel.

I hate my third period teacher, and I know it's wrong to hate a nun. She's evil, she is. She has these cold blue eyes that just cut right through you. She's scary, seriously. She teaches Algebra too, which in itself makes her evil. I hate this shit, I can never understand it. Give me English Lit anyday.

By lunch, I'm already packed down with what would of been a weekends worth of work at my old school. Not here though, they want all this handed it by tomorrow. Lunch at lease taste better than dinner did. The day is at lease almost over, only for tomorrow to be another grueling one. Dammit, for once I'm actually wishing I didn't throw that knife at Sarah's head.

"Hiya, Davey." A curly haired kid walking with a crutch sits next to me. I didn't know him, I hadn't met him yet, obviously he knew me.

"Uh, yeah. Hi."

"I'm Crutchy."

"I'm David, but I guess you know that already."

He nodded, "Yep. I know you tried to kill your sister too."

"Ha! I didn't try to kill her... just shut her up. God, how fast does news spread through this place?"

"Pretty fast, we all knew by lights out last night."

I rolled my eyes, kids here were worst gossipers than my mother's friends. "Gonna tell me why you're here, since you know why I am."

"Sure! I stole a car."

"A police cruiser?"

"No, that was Skylar. I stole this hot Mustang. Man, a real beaut. Shamrock green, black flames on the hood," he whistled slowly through his teeth. "Gorgeous. I ran it into two parked cars, damn thing folded up like an accordion."

I glanced at his crutch and he grinned bashfully, "Use to walk fine till then."

"Oh, sorry to hear that."

He shrugged, "No problem. Hey Magic!" He stood from the table and followed the girl across the lunch room, I went back to my lunch.

"You David?"

I looked up and into the face of a god. A goddamn sex god. Sandy brown hair, hazel brown eyes and the most adorable cowboy hat. On either side of him was a short Italian and a kid wearing an eye patch.

"Yeah, why?"

The cowboy sat across from me, the other two remained standing. "I'm Jack, some call me Cowboy. This here is Racetrack and this one is Kid Blink," he motioned over each shoulder. "You're the new kid and new kids have to go through an initiation."

"Initiation? Like what?"

"Like see what you're made of, see if you've got the stuff so survive at St. Vin's."

"Whatever. I'm not going through any initiation shit. I don't need to fit in here, I just need to do my time so I can go the hell home."

"That's where you're wrong. Either you go through the initiation or we make your time spent here a living hell."

Racetrack grinned, "And we know how to do it too."

"Your macho, bullshit games don't scare me."

"Then show up tonight, prove you ain't a punk."

"I don't need to."

"Oh, I think you do. You see, the nuns don't like it when boys are caught in the girls dorms."

I looked at Jack confused, "I've never even been on the third floor."

"Really?," Kid Blink said. "Not according to Tiger there. Seems you was in my girls room, she even has something personal of yours to prove it," he waved across the cafeteria at the tiny red head I had in my first class.

She waved back, winked at me and waved my purple dotted boxers in the air.

My jaw fell open, "You stole my underwear?"

"No," Kid said. "You left them in Tiger's room."

"An act like that could get another couple of months," Racetrack said.

"Meet us here tonight at twelve. If you don't, tomorrow one of the nuns will be dragging you from class by your ear."

I glared at Jack, shooting both his minions evil looks, they weren't phased. "How am I supposed to get past Morris?"

Jack grinned, "That's your first test."

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So, did I get Jack's description right?

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