This is the point in my stories where a plot slowly starts happening. I hope that you like it!

Three: Vending Machines

The next day, Macy clambered out of the camp bed on Matilda's floor that she had slept on and realised she had ten minutes before the bus left. Why had no-one woke her up? She scrambled in her suitcase for her hairbrush, and put her hair into it's uniform pigtails. Oh, that was right! She did not have to wear a uniform anymore! She grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with the white words 'Peanuts are an ingredient in dynamite' across it. She did not even bother to tie her laces, just shoving her feet into her sneaker, grabbing a hoodie, and sweeping a few books and a small collection of notes and coins to buy lunch with into her open school bag. She ran down the stairs just in time to catch Matilda walking out the door. Molly Choi gave her a concerned look.

"You are most likely going to be very jet lagged in the middle of the day. Maybe you should stay home, just once?"

And miss her first day of school in this country? Unlikely!

"I'll be fine, it'll be no problem!"

She raced out the door and stood, bouncing on her heels, by the bus stop.

Not fine not fine not fine not fine. It was about twelvish, and everyone was eating lunch. Macy felt seriously weirded out, and might actually pass out at her empty table. It felt like the middle of the night! No-one was sitting near here, since she had immediately been branded a nerd because of her shirt and pigtails, and the existing nerd herd, including her housemate, had been staring at her so hard when she tried to sit at their table, she did not even dare. She frowned at her lunch. Some sort of fish, it look decidedly unappetising. She looked over at the vending machine. Maybe there was some sort of caffeine bar here? No, there was something even better! A caramel and white chocolate chocarina bar! She loved those things, and they had an immense amount of sugar that would keep her awake for ages! She needed it. She grabbed her coins.

A few tables away, Julio 'Flinch' Escala got up to go get the last caramel and white chocolate chocarina. He had already had a giant s'more sandwich, about three packets of m and m's, and an entire packet of shortbread, but he wanted-needed- more. The girl with pigtails ran past at top speed, nearly knocking him off balance. He gave chase, turning his harness up just enough so she would not be able to catch him. To his surprise, she climbed onto the nearest table earning the yells of the occupants, before launching herself onto his back, tackling him to the ground, and placing her knee on the back of his neck. Her fingers squeezed a spot on the side of his head and he found himself unable to move. About a minute later, she walked back, munching on the oversized chocolate bar. She broke off a few squares and pressed them into his unmoving hand.

"You should be able to eat it in about three minutes. Sorry about that, I just love chocolate."

Then she was back at her empty table, and he was hopelessly confused. The rest of the NERDS team stared of after her in shock.

"Place her under observation?"

Gluestick asked.

The other three only nodded their heads.

Several lessons later, they had learned that her voice got very, very, very heigh when she was nervous or excited. This seemed to be her nerdiest trait, although there were an awful lot of them. At the end of the schoolday, they had a bit more knowledge about her, and no missions. It would be the last time there were no missions for a long, long time...

Am I doing well? Are you enjoying the story? Hit the review button, I really want to know what you think! As far as I know, there is no such thing as a chocarina bar, I just made it you.

~Madei