Finally I can get to the computer! Kat was the only one that reviewed, but I understand because it was really intense. And the intesity continons! MWAHAHAHA I'm evil.The five rushed down the hall, Abby leading the pack with Lab Rat lagging behind. The only reason he was moving period was because Kat was dragging him by his hood; whenever he stopped she turned on him with a glared that froze his blood solid. Lab Rat loved Kat; he really did! It was just that sometimes she scared him a little, or a lot.

"This is getting us nowhere!" Ty wailed; like Lab Rat, he really didn't like Kid Rot; in fact he was sort of jealous (He was a much better bad boy then Ty; but that wasn't saying much.) But he couldn't stand the thought of the boy killing himself. He used to have a friend who got bullied so much he committed suicide. And to make it worse, the bully was his straight A's, chess team star, handsome older brother. Not even Abby knew this was the reason for Ty's change of attitude, because not even Ty could make the connection.

Abby cornered Lab Rat; flames in her eyes. "You're the one who knows about Kid Ro- the boy." Abby corrected herself. "Where would he go to…?" Finish this Kid Rot thing once and for all, He had called it.

"How should I…" Lab Rat trailed off, "Wait, the Wall!"

"What's the Wall?" Naomi asked, curious. Lab Rat bit his lip slightly, glancing wearily from Abby to Kat. "Well… it's where the Kid Rot rumors started… Eric said he saw a kid that smelled like rot, so we just wrote it on the bathroom wall, figuring that if it wasn't true; then the kid would just erase it or cross it out. And then we started putting more on; I mean if he was real, he'd have gotten rid of it… by now… heh, heh…" Lab Rat chuckled weakly, noticing four sets of eyes glaring at him. What did they want? He thought the Kid wasn't real, and it turned out he was. How was he supposed to know? And if he really was upset with his reputation, then he could've just got new clothes, wash that weird smell off… be more animated and less dead looking… Okay maybe he did do something bad but he was really overreacting!

"Paul. Where. Is. The. Wall." Kat almost hissed, her foot on his with full force. Lab Rat gulped; it was never a good thing was she used his real name. "Thirdstoryboy'sbathroom!" Lab Rat yelped quickly. Kat removed her foot while still glaring at him. Lab Rat knew he had nothing to feel guilty about; so why was couldn't he get the picture of the kid with mascara tear stains on his cheek and brown puppy eyes staring up at him?

The group quickly switched direction and ran, the many, differently shoed feet slapping across the tiles. They finally managed to get up to the third floor when Ty caught a glimpse of a black clad figure. Upon hearing the news, Abby revved up, faster than ever before. Her coaches always said that she was good, but she never really gave 110%. Abby was giving that now and more, reaching 115, 120, 130. She was up to 160% when she jumped him right as he was running into the bathroom.

Abby, forgetting about her chase and prize, stared up at the Wall in horror. The name of the Wall was no longer accurate. The every square inch of the whole bathroom was covered with messages, some overlaying each other. She quickly scanned the walls, and was shocked and disgusted. As far as Abby could tell, there were no repeats; all of the horrible words were original, and most were dirty. She looked down to the subject of these… insults was the only word that she could think of them as, but even that was an understatement times a billion, which she could only guess was the amount of… those. Suddenly they all seemed printed in blood; his blood, which judging from the knife that had fallen from his hand when she jumped him, she just prevented that. Abby reached it and snatched it away from where it laid. Then, slipping in into the pocket of her jacket, she flipped him onto his back so she could see his face. This had her sitting on his chest, preventing his escaping, but unfortunately looking somewhat awkward.

"Why?" She asked, although the answer was surrounding her. He shrugged in a nonchalant way as if her question was about something less horrifying. "Everybody else wanted me to die, why not me?"

"I don't want you to die." It was amazing to Abby she wasn't crying.

"You're the only one."

"The others don't want you to die."

"Of course, it's always sad when your classmates kill themselves, boo-hoo, but by the end of the day, all of it's really for them. It's okay for them to torment me while I'm alive, but," He then smiled, almost cruelly. "If they don't act sad about my death then they're cold and cruel."

His face softened; Abby was surprised at the change. He looked dreamily into the side, obviously seeing something other than a few really disgusting urinals. "You'd probably be sad about me, Abby…" His voice was softening as well, nearing childish. "You've been really nice tue-me." He slurred the last two words into one; probably a long forgotten remnant from childhood.

Abby's mouth widened lightly, a lost memory floating to the surface of her mind. "Tue-me…" She whispered.

Five years old and in pre-school, Little Abby was scared. She clung to her mommy's leg. Of course this would've been normal behavior, if this wasn't her sixth week at Baby Smile-A-Lot's daycare center. Eventually the teacher managed to pull her off and took her inside.

"Now class, unfortunately Ms Susie's classroom has been flooded, so we have to share with her students. Be nice!" The kids from the other class were marched through the door. Abby was terrified; she already had to be with the kids from her class, now she has to play with more? She stumbled back to the tinier toy chest, where the older toys were in. Abby liked the tiny toy chest better than the bigger one, which was plastic and had a scary smiley face on it, no she did not! The tiny toy chest was wooden with the word TOYS faded on it and none of the other kids played with the toys in it and Abby liked that because she didn't like the other kids. And she also didn't like when all the toys were left on the floor by the earlier class. That's A BAD THING. So Abby opened the lid to put the toys away and there was a boy curling up like it was naptime. And it wasn't!

This only made Abby mad instead of scared because he musta been the one who messed up all her lovely toys and that was A BAD THING! So she hit him with Mr. Bumkins the bunny on his head. "OW! Why'd you do that tue-me? That was mean!"

Abby put her hands on her sides and stuck out her tongue at him. "No! You're mean to my toys! Toys go in the toy chest when you're done with them."

"Sorry, but the other kids were mean so I went in here but I was sleepy so I went to sleep." Abby nodded seriously. He seemed to be nice but not putting away toys is A BAD THING. "Say sorry to the toys."

"Sorry toys."

"Good. Now we're friends."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Okay! What's your name?"

"Abby Annie Archer. What's yours?"

"My name is…"

Abby whispered his name, first to herself. Then she shook hisshoulders happily. "They said you weren't real, that I made you up. But I knew you were real. I checked the toy box everyday because of you! YOU'RE CHESTER FROM THE CHEST!"

The pun was too hard to resist, I'll admit. REVIEW!