Chapter 2

Earlier that day while Tyson was pigging out on high calorie junk food-

Kascada walked down the slim hall of their dorm, searching for any sign of civilization. When she could find none she finally resorted to opening every door, room by room. Finally she opened a room with blue walls and pictures of celebrities that Kascada had never heard of placed all over her ocean blue walls. Everything looked somewhat organized, except for the gazillion paintbrushes and gallons of paint sprawled all over the floor over top of a really cheap newspaper. Hidden on top of a bed full of clothes and all kinds of other things that Kascada considered "worthless pieces of crap" was a thing…at least it looked like a thing at the moment, with paint all over its face. It looked like it went to the circus, got its face painted and croaked in some college teen's bedroom. The thing looked like a raisin that was friend just a little bit too long…the "thing on top of all this "worthless pieces of crap" was Kiara Smith, half dead and getting worse by the second.

Kascada just shook her head in pity and stared at the floor.

"Uh, hi," Kascada said rather annoyed.

"Come to hmphhh at me again?" Kiara asked while emerging from the ginormous pile of American crap.

"Uhhh, no," Kascada replied quite nervously.

"What am I thinking," Kascada said mentally, "Kascada Lee doesn't get nervous under no circumstances."

"He he he, I like making people trip," Kiara thought, "With this sourpuss around, this year is going to be fun."

Kascada couldn't take it anymore, "I'm sorry, Ok, I said it…"

She walked out of the room and paced faster down the hall than normal and dove into the sanctuary of her now black room covered in gothic posters and all kinds of things, the only qualification was that they had to be black. She laid on her equally black bed and just sat there and stared at the ceiling, as usual. She was so concentrated at that one spot on the ceiling that she didn't hear her happy roommate open her door and enter the dark prison.

Kiara just placed herself on the bed, which was rather comfortable for a dark prison of doom. She just got a quick glance from Kascada, feeling the pressure of extra weight on the bed.

"Where ya from?" Kiara asked, noticing that Kascada did not look like she was from Russia.

"Japan," was her quiet, but stern reply, "you?"

"United States," was her quite content reply.

" I always wanted to go there," Kascada said more excited than usual.

Kiara left the room without a word and came back a minute later with a shirt.

"Well, if you like the United States, then I think you will like this," She said as she handed Kascada a shirt. It had some weird looking logo on it that was red white and blue.

"What is this?" Kascada asked quizzically.

"That's a New England Patriots shirt, you don't know who the patriots are?" Kiara asked rather surprised.

"No clue," Kascada replied, rather surprised by Kiara's kindness, as she had treated her with none.

"Football," Kiara replied excitedly.

"Oh," was Kascada's reply.

"Hey, I am going to walk down to the basketball court and shoot some hoops, wanna come?" Kiara asked, hoping that Kascada's reply would be yes.

"I really don't want to," Kascada replied.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeez," Kiara begged, giving Kascada puppy eyes.

"Fine," Kiara replied, "But first, I am starving, lets get something to eat first."

"Well, it's the least I can do for treating her so rude in the beginning," Kascada thought.

(Get the press, Kascada actually does have heart.)

The girls got in to Kiara's convertible that was her birthday present from her parents, and sped off to Sonic, where they ate outside and talked. Kiara did the talking, Kascada just gave a short, sweet, and to the point answer when Kiara asked her a question…at least we have a break though.

Finally they drove to the basketball court where Kiara popped the trunk and pulled out a shiny new basketball.

"Screw walking," Kiara said happily, "no exercise required in driving."

Kascada just placed herself on a bench and watched as Kiara made three shots in a row. Just as she was about to shoot her fourth a raven-haired teen about their age came out of the bushes…