Yes, I'm back. That's 2 chapters in one day because of a certain friend (Siobhan!). But I finished. It's not the best but the good stuff will start in the next chapter, this is gonna be fun!
(No, Glitter and I don't normally fight like that it was just imparative to the story. Although I am bipolar...and she does have a tendancy to mess with my emotions. In case you haven't figured it out yet...I'm Tackle.)
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They walked into the cafeteria, Tackle immediately rushed over to the buffet and heaped her plate with food. "God, I'm starving!" she said happily.
"Well that's what you get for skipping breakfast," mumbled Dreamer, walking to the line at the table and grabbing a turkey sandwich.
Kittie ignored everything at the buffet and simply pulled an onigiri out of her skirt pocket. She spotted some other girls that she knew and walked toward their table. "Hey guys," she said, sitting down and unwrapping the onigiri.
"Up late as usual, Kittie," laughed Kay, a girl with straight brown hair with yellow and gold streaks that reached her mid back and fell in layers around her face, and bluish eyes. She wore a pleated jean skirt, a red spaghetti strap top and flip-flops.
"Hey! I got up before Tackle!" shouted Kittie.
"Oh yeah, that's a huge feat. Face it, everyone gets up before Tackle," said Intel. She had blue eyes as well and auburn hair that brushed past her shoulders, she was one of the smallest of the group, barely surpassing Slip in height. She was wearing a tight pair of stretch jeans, a pink shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes.
Slip sat next to Intel, she had plain brown hair that was about the same length as Intel's. Her eyes were hazel and her nose was dotted with freckles. Her shirt was an orange tank-top and she wore a pair of jean shorts with her worn down sneakers on her feet.
"Are you guys talking about me again?" Tackle asked, arriving at the table with Dreamer.
"Yes," Glitter said, casually. Glitter had bright green eyes that had a hint of blue hidden in them and curly brown hair that was almost as long as Kay's. She wore stretch jeans, a purple tee-shirt and a pair of converse shoes that were several sizes too big.
"You guys suck," she said, putting her tray on the table and slipping into a chair next to Kittie. She took a huge bite out of her tuna sandwich and said, "Kay, you know I hate it when you go inside my head. It's an invasion of privacy."
"Don't talk with your mouth full," moaned Intel.
"Yeah, you look retarded when you do it and it's gross," agreed Glitter.
Tackle turned an evil glare on Glitter, Kay cringed at the feeling of anger that was welling up inside the girl. "I really wish you learn to control your powers, Glitter. They're quite powerful and you shouldn't just unleash feelings onto people like that!" she snapped.
"Oh cry me a river," Glitter hissed.
"Only if you make me," retorted Tackle. Their eyes were locked and they looked about ready to kill each other.
Dreamer sighed, this happened pretty much every day, Glitter and Tackle had been the best of friends in elementary school but a rift had grown between them ever since Intel had begun hanging around. A wave of anger washed over the group of girls, "Glitter!" Dreamer yelled, "Stop it or…"
It was too late, Tackle raised her fist and smashed it against the table. With a loud crash, it split in half. "Damn, that's the third table this week!" muttered Slip as both Tackle and Glitter stormed out of the cafeteria.
Kay stared at the floor, thinking about all of the strange powers that she and her friends had. As Tackle had exhibited, she had a great amount of strength and was an expert martial artist. One problem was that practicing took a lot out of her and she needed sleep to recover so she slept in almost everyday which made her late to class.
Glitter had the ability to affect and control people's emotions but had trouble keeping her emotions to herself. In other words, she had problems controlling her powers and her own emotions would get in the way.
Intel had a computer implanted in her brain which made her super smart, but the computer had many defects and would crash when put under too much stress. It got a little annoying to the others especially when they needed information for tests.
Invisibility was Dreamer's power: she would gather up light particles and rearrange them around her so that she couldn't be seen. Her powers ran out if she had been in the dark for a long time because there was no light to replace what she was using.
Kittie, as her name implied, could turn into any kind of cat. Not just house cats but lions, cheetahs, and leopards as well. On occasion she would turn into a saber-tooth tiger just to freak people out.
Slip could climb anything, no matter how smooth or high. She could easily scale a wall and (because of her small) size fit through small windows which made he useful when they wanted to get into school after hours. They was only a slight problem: she couldn't climb down, only up.
Kay, the final member of the group, had telekinesis. She could read people's minds and lift objects by simply concentrating on them. She looked at the others who did not seem at all surprised by Tackle and Glitter's fight.
"Maybe they need some time away from each other?" asked Slip. "They've been getting into more and more fights lately."
"Statistically, that would be a good idea," commented Intel, glancing at her soup which was spilled all over the floor.
"It's bad enough that Tackle doesn't feel in control of her emotions because she's bipolar but when Glitter messes with them it really drives her nuts," mumbled Dreamer, "You guys are right: they should stay away from each other for a while."
"Sometimes I think the only way they can get far enough away from each other is if they go to separate worlds," sighed Kittie, biting down on her last onigiri.
"Separate worlds?" asked Kay, "That gives me an idea. Meet me in the common room in an hour and bring Tackle and Glitter!" She said, excitedly. With that, she ran out of the cafeteria leaving the others to clean up the mess their friends had caused.