If you read my latest edit for chapter 1 then you must know I tweaked a few scenes in this chapter as well. Them being the principal's office scene, a small part at lunch, and the fight between Snow and Hope. Enjoy.

-7am Farron Residence: Light's bedroom-

The morning's light crept its way through Lightning's only window. She once had two windows, but that was taken away after the 'incident'. The still form of Lightning Farron lay peacefully atop of her unicorn blankets…sans the horns. You see all Light really wanted to be surrounded by were majestic horses. And so she took matters into her own hands when all the other horse comforter sets sucked in comparison to the one she is currently laying on. The day said comforter set was purchased, she grabbed the nearest fabric marker and 'erased' all of the horns.

Lightning had a strange way of sleeping. Instead of sleeping under the blankets she so diligently 'perfected', she slept on top of them. She also went to bed every night with her arms and legs hanging off the sides. How did she do this? Well you could say she slept the wrong way. Yes, the great Lightning Farron did not know how to sleep properly on her bed.

From behind the window, a figure with wild hair stood snickering at the sight before her. Fang found it amusing the way that Lightning slept. Because of this, Vanille was always forced to wake up Serah. You see Fang and Vanille took it upon themselves to wake up the Farron sisters every morning as a 'thanks for letting us live in your tree house'. Naturally after having done this for so long, breaking into the Farron sisters' respective rooms was pretty easy.

Once inside, Fang started her normal 'wake up Lightning' routine. It was simple really. All she had to do was throw the acorns she found in the backyard at Light's forehead until she woke up. And just like she had predicted, Light woke up with her deadly glare she had practiced every morning.

"Oi, Lightning! You need to get up so you can race me to school today!"

When Light made no move to get up, Fang did something drastic. She swiped Odin from Lightning's arms and made a dash for the window. "You're gonna have to race me to get Odin back!" And with that, Fang began to make her way out the window.

Before Fang could fully make it out the window, Mrs. Farron busted through the doorway to Light's room and caught a glimpse of the squirrel pelt attached to Fang's attire exit through the window.

"Claire, how many times have I told you to not let those squirrels in your room? I don't care if they have names like Fang or Vanille; they always throw up acorns all over your room! Look at this place, it's a mess!"

In total, there were only five acorns strewn across the floor. But Mrs. Farron always exaggerated things to 'make a point'.

With a sigh, Mrs. Farron turned her gaze to the boarded up window and began to reminisce out loud. "Why'd you have to do that Claire? I told you the next time you managed to do that I would take away one of your windows! And lo and behold, you only have one window!"

Lightning actually didn't mind having only one window. 'One less entryway for Fang and Vanille to get in my room.'she thought.

Lightning begrudgingly decided to sit up when the events of this morning finally hit her. "Odin!" After realizing that her precious stuffed 'horse' plushie was plushienapped, Lightning hurried to get ready for school. She grabbed her uniform shirt with the giant 'L' on it, slipped on her khaki shorts, and rushed passed her mom to catch up with Fang.

Meanwhile…

-7 am Serah's room-

Serah had not gone to bed last night. No, this poor tormented soul stayed up the entire night crying her eyes out. 'Dad lied about fixing my hair!'

As if on cue, Mr. Farron bust into her room with something in his hand.

"Now Serah I know you probably don't understand anything I'm saying right now, but I'm still gonna try and voice out what I feel inside." After a short pause Mr. Farron continued, "Your hair worse. I fix now." He threw whatever was in his hand at Serah and promptly left the room.

Holding what was thrown at her Serah could only gape at it. 'This is how dad plans to fix my hair?' In her hands was a roll of really old bandages that she suspected him of finding in mom's not so secret 'woman cave'.

You see Serah was actually in collaboration with her mom on the plan to eat Mog. Actually everyone was in on it except Lightning. Nobody actually liked the moogle all that much except for Light. She suspected that the only reason why Lightning cherished the thing so much was because every time she took it to Snow's house, Mog peed on his carpet….and sometimes on Snow. But that's neither here nor there…whatever that phrase meant.

Lost in thought, Serah didn't see a chipper Vanille sneak in through her window.

"What 'cha got there Serah?"

Surprised, Serah frantically looked around her room to see where the voice came from. This action brought the back of her head into Vanille's line of sight.

"Whoa! What happened to you? It looks like you got caught in a tree and a squirrel helped you out by chewing off most of your hair!"

Vanille's exclamation made poor Serah bust out into fresh tears. "I hate Hope!" she whimpered.

"Hope? But he's such a good lad!" Vanille focused her gaze to the bandages in Serah's hands. "Oh good. You have something to fix your hair! Now you'll look like you got mauled by a bear instead of a squirrel. Though I'm not quite sure what a bear is…"

Getting frustrated with Vanille, Serah exclaimed, "Just help me put these on already!"

Fifteen minutes later, Serah exited her room wearing her 'S' uniform shirt, khaki shorts, and of course a bandage haphazardly wrapped around her head. Vanille exited wearing similar attire only her shirt had a 'V' on it and she wasn't sporting a ridiculous bandage on her head.

The pair walked down the stairs just in time to see a blur of pink rush past them and out the front door. Unlike Lightning, Serah and Vanille had enough sense to go and eat breakfast before they went to go catch the bus for school.

-7:32 bus stop-

Serah and Vanille arrived at the bus stop to see a very angry Snow giving Hope his best death glare. All in all, the scene looked more cute than sinister.

Hope, oblivious to Snow's angry gaze, happily chatted with the rest of team NORA.

"I hope they don't serve onions, radishes, and asparagus at lunch today." said Maqui.

"That's impossible!" exclaimed Hope. "That combination of veggies is deadly! They know better than to serve that to us cute, adorable, life-loving kids!"

"Agreed." said all of team NORA…excluding Snow.

Now Snow didn't agree because he knew that onions, radishes, and asparagus was indeed the menu for lunch today. For you see he had an inside source from the school to fill him in on the news…his mom. Yes, Snow's mother volunteers as a lunch lady three days a week.

Excited by the thought of conversation, Vanille made her way towards Team NORA and Hope. "Hey Hope! How's it goin'? You're such a good person, but I do want my scissors that you asked for the other day."

Overhearing the conversation, Serah turned around in time to see Hope handing Vanille those cursed scissors…that were made out of wood. 'Huh. I gotta give props to Vanille. Those scissors sure did a number on my hair. Wait a minute! What am I doing complimenting her? She was the one who gave Hope those scissors! She's just as responsible for why my hair looks like it was caught in a helicopter…whatever that is.'

As if to prove a point, Serah lifted her hand and directed it towards Vanille. "You! You gave Hope those scissors!"

"Yeah…what about 'em?"

"What do you think happened to my hair, hmm?"

"I really have no idea. I think I said something about squirrels earlier. Now that I think about it, the word helicopter comes to mind…whatever that word means."

Right when Serah was about to spill the beans, the bus pulled up.

"Oh goody! C'mon Serah, let's get on," said a chipper Vanille while dragging a defeated Serah up the steps.

Once on the bus, Vanille sat Serah next to her. Out of the corner of her eye, Serah saw some ants come out of her friend's backpack. "Vanille! Your backpack is leaking ants!"

"Oh shoot. I guess I didn't put enough pesticide."

Since both Fang and Vanille live in Lightning's tree house, they're dirt poor. Everything they have is handmade from the organic material in the Farrons' back yard. Vanille's backpack was made out of the twigs and leaves from the tree she lives in. Heck, they even mastered the art of making paper! Their pencils are made out of bark and grass; every time they wrote something, the words came out green. To offset the ants' natural attraction to nature, Vanille made it a point to put pesticide on everything they made. Apparently, she didn't put enough this time.

Pulling out a can of 'Pest-Off', Vanille proceeded to spray her 'backpack' with the stuff. The mist effused throughout the bus and everyone, including the bus driver started to choke and gasp for air. Naturally the bus started to swerve.

A frightened Serah looked out the window only to see Lightning chasing after Fang. The bus suddenly made a sharp swerve and almost hit the duo. Serah saw that Lightning and Fang were oblivious to the situation and continued their race to school. 'Maybe I should start walking to school from now on…'

-7:50 sidewalk next to swerving school bus-

Lightning was close on Fang's tail and reached out an arm to tug on her Odin plushie. She missed it by mere centimeters, but that didn't mean she came out empty-handed. She had managed to grab hold of Fang's squirrel pelt.

Noticing the difference in weight, Fang suddenly stopped. "Give that back Light!"

"You first!" with that Lightning stuck her tongue out at Fang and dashed passed her towards the school. She made it to the school gates and stood triumphantly while watching Fang's form come closer.

Once she got close enough to Lightning, Fang tackled her to the sidewalk. "Give me back Mr. Dead Squirrel or I'll…" Fang actually didn't know what she would do if Lightning refused. Certainly beating her up would do no good because Light would probably beat the teeth out of her!

"Or you'll what Fang?"

Provoked by Light's smug remark Fang shouted, "Or else I'll bite you!"

Just then, Hope hopped off the school bus. Still in a daze he started walking towards the pair on the ground. "Next time I'll open a window when Vanille decides to debug her backpack…" Hope mumbled to himself. He looked up to see Fang lunge towards Lightning's arm with her mouth wide open. "Noo! She's going to bite Light!" Wanting to save his idol from harm, Hope wedged himself between the two and offered his arm to Fang's mouth. "Take my arm instead!"

Hope's sudden intrusion caused Fang to be slightly confused. "What?"

Noticing Fang's confusion, Lightning snatched Odin from her tiny tan hands and made a run for her classroom.

"Hey! Get back here!" shouted Fang. Fully intending to chase her down, Fang was stopped short when she noticed Hope holding her leg down.

"I won't let you hurt Light!"

"Oi! I wasn't going to do anything!"

"Really?"

"Yes really!"

"Oh…then I guess you can go now." said Hope as he let go of her leg.

Satisfied that her lie actually worked, Fang went to retrieve Mr. Dead Squirrel.

-8:10 Mrs. Bresha's classroom-

Lightning put her backpack in her designated cubby and put Mr. Dead Squirrel in Fang's cubby, which just so happens to be next to hers. "Now, what am I going to do for twenty minutes?"

Just then a huffing Fang enters the room dramatically and says, "Give. Me. Mr. Dead Squirrel. NOW!"

"Chill out Fang. I put it in your cubby just now."

"Oh…well what do we do now?"

"I have some coloring books in our backpack."

Now Fang doesn't have a backpack of her own. She decided to share one with Lightning instead of going with Vanille's idea. The backpack that Light had chosen was, of course, a unicorn backpack with the horn blackened out by a permanent marker.

Fang dug into their shared backpack and pulled out the coloring books Light mentioned. "Hey Light, these drawings kind of look like the ones Vanille was working on. Come to mention it, the paper looks like ours too."

"They are. Vanille gave them to me two days ago saying that I might want to color sometime. All the pictures in the coloring book are of majestic horses, so I couldn't say no."

"Fair enough."

And with that, the two started coloring.

"I wonder what's for lunch." pondered Lightning.

"Beats me. Just as long as it's not onions, radishes, or asparagus."

'Speaking of lunch…' thought Lightning. "I am kind of hungry. I didn't eat any breakfast today."

"I thought you might be, so I stuffed some of last night's dinner in our backpack for you."

"M-Mog?"

"Either you eat it or I will."

Lightning turned her head to stare at their backpack. "Well, he did taste good last night…"

Meanwhile…

-8:10 Principal's office-

"Now Vanille, I know these bus incidents have been happening for some time now and that you've pinned the blame on Lebreau every time. Normally I wouldn't say anything and just go ahead and punish Lebreau, but this is the fiftieth time that it's happened since you started coming here. I'm only gonna punish you for the bus incident because pinning the blame on Lebreau is actually a smart idea."

"I'm sorry Mr. Estheim," started Vanille. "But I honestly didn't mean for the bus to go out of control…again. And besides, the bus driver should learn to bring a gas mask so he can do his job better! You sure you don't want to believe that Lebreau did this? Because she totally did. I mean, I didn't really confess. I just told you Lebreau's confession."

"Actually," Mr. Estheim started. "You have a point there… about the bus driver. Well I guess you're free to go then. Sorry for wasting your time. Please send in your friend, Serah."

"Will do Mr. Estheim," said Vanille as she exited his office.

As soon as Vanille walked out the door, Serah went to her side and asked, "Did you get off the hook?"

"Sure did. But Mr. Estheim wants to see you now."

Serah's eyes widened as she stammered out, "M-Me? What did I do?"

"I don't know. You should ask him." With that, Vanille skipped off to her classroom.

After her friend left, Serah worked up enough nerve to walk into the principal's office.

"Ah Miss Farron, have a seat."

"Um…if you don't mind me asking, what did I do?"

"Well you should know by now but I guess I'll tell you anyways. Bandages are not allowed on people's heads while on campus. I'm going have to ask you to remove it."

Begrudgingly, Serah removed her bandages and turned around to place them in her backpack.

"Etro! What happened to your hair?"

"I really don't want to talk about it…"

"By the Sanctum Fal'Cie, put those bandages back on child! Just forget I said anything about it. Oh and just so no one else asks you to take them off, here's a principal's pardon." said Mr. Estheim as he handed her the slip of paper.

Serah looked at the paper that was handed to her and it read:

Dear Staff of Bodhum Elementary,

This girl looks atrocious without her bandages on. I mean it looks like a pack of wild moogles munched off her hair! Do not and I mean don't even think about asking her to take them off.

Yours Truly,

Principal Estheim

P.S. I am serious when I say that the back of this girl's head is not a sight that you want to look at.

'At least it'll get people to stop bothering me about my hair…' thought Serah to herself.

"You may go now Miss Farron."

After Serah left, Principal Estheim decided to take care of other business. He called his secretary and asked her to bring in both the bus driver and Lebreau to the waiting room.

"Please send in Mr. Bus Driver first."

Once Mr. Bus Driver was inside his office, the questioning began.

"So, what's your name? I'm growing tired of referring to you as Mr. Bus Driver."

"It's Lame sir."

"Nonsense, nobody's name can be that bad."

"No really, it's Lame."

"C'mon just tell me already! It's either that or you'll pick up a very specific load of rowdy children for a week!"

"Sir, my mother named me Lame."

"Oh, well then. On to the next topic of discussion. Would you say you're prepared when you pick up your busload of children every morning?"

"Yes?"

"Then can you explain to me why this is the fiftieth time that you've failed to wear a gas mask?"

"It's not part of the job description sir!"

"Well it is now."

"Where am I supposed to get a gas mask?"

"Figure it out! Now get out and send in Lebreau."

Once Lame was gone, his presence was replaced with Lebreau. Now Lebreau already knew why she was here. Vanille had lied again. And it worked…again.

"Just hurry up and give me two weeks of silent lunch."

"Well, it seems we both understand each other. But since this is the fiftieth time that this has happened, I feel a more special punishment is in order."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll still have those two weeks of silent lunch, if that's what you're worried about, but you're also banned from the bus until you've learned your lesson."

"How am I supposed to do that when I'm not even the one spraying pesticide?"

"Figure it out! Now go to class. I hear Mrs. Bresha is playing a movie today."

Sitting alone in his empty office, Mr. Estheim smiled to himself. "That's how you get things done."

-11:30 lunch room-

"NOOO! Say it isn't so! I-It can't be!" Team NORA exclaimed in unison…except for Snow.

"I'm sorry guys, but it is what it is," remarked Snow. "Today we're having nothing but onions, radishes, and asparagus for lunch today."

"But Snow, you're the hero! You have to save us from this!" the rest of Team NORA pleaded.

"That is exactly what I plan to do my friends! I'll be back with real food before you know it!"

Five minutes later, Snow had successfully infiltrated the lunchroom kitchen and had his eyes set on the ten chocolate pudding cups placed upon the counter. "Aha! Something that we can actually eat!" Using as much stealth as he could manage, Snow nabbed all ten cups of pudding and a bag 'o mystery that was beside the cups. Satisfied with what he obtained, Snow stealthily made his way back to his friends.

"Team NORA, we are saved from today's gross lunch." shouted Snow while he held all ten pudding cups in the crook of his arm and the bag 'o mystery in his other hand.

Next thing they knew, each member of NORA was handed an apple and an orange.

"Hey, what gives Snow?" protested an upset Lebreau.

"Yeah, I thought we were each gonna get two pudding cups!" exclaimed Gadot. "And if nothing else, me and you could have split them!"

"Hey! I did the hard work of bringing you guys something good to eat," defended Snow. "You guys should be thanking me! A hero deserves to eat all ten cups of this probably delicious pudding! Now come on, we need to find a table outside."

"Sorry guys, this is where I have to leave. I have silent lunch again." said Lebreau.

"Again?" asked Maqui.

"You really need to stop starting to bus incidents Lebreau." said Yuj.

"Yeah… I know."

A dejected Team NORA ,sans Lebreau, and a jovial Snow walked outside and found a table occupied by Hope, Vanille, Fang, Serah, and Lightning.

"We're sitting with them today," proclaimed Snow. He walked purposely towards the seat in front of Hope and sat down.

At the table, many conversations were already underway. Lightning and Fang were talking about how they accidentally beat up Hope last Halloween. Serah was trying to convince Vanille to use a less toxic pesticide. And Hope was talking to himself about the latest addition to his hair collection.

Now those of you wondering about Hope's conversation, it was mentioned earlier that Hope was a weirdo. You see, instead of being one of the normal kids who sat in the middle and talked about Moogle Rangers, Hope sat in the back of the class and chewed on other people's hair. He decided that chewing on people's hair was so yummy that he needed some for on the go. Sure he has bunches of hair stuffed into his cubby, but he never thought about keeping some in his pockets. That's why every now and then he has to cut a snippet of a random person's hair to satisfy his need.

While Hope talked to himself, Snow kept glaring at him while he ate his well-deserved pudding. He could've eaten pudding for the rest of lunch if it hadn't been for Light's sudden demand.

"Snow! Give me eight of your pudding cups!"

"B-But why? I managed to sneak these out from the kitchen all by myself!"

"I need them." was all Lightning had to say for Snow to surrender eight of his pudding cups.

Once Light had all eight cups in hand, she gave two to Vanille, two to Serah, and kept the last four for herself.

"Hey, what about me?" asked a jealous Fang.

"What about you?" Lightning asked as she stuffed her chubby cheeks with pudding.

"But I'm your bestest friend! And you gave those two some." said Fang while pointing at Serah and Vanille.

"Well Fang, if Snow would have nabbed twelve pudding cups I would have given you some."

"There's a number bigger than ten?" Serah asked in wonder.

In her frustration, Fang snatched Snow's last pudding cup for herself.

"What am I supposed to eat now?" asked Snow.

"Well, you don't need to eat anymore. In fact, I think you're supposed to do something to Hope right about now." said Lightning.

With renewed anger, Snow grabbed Hope by the collar of his uniform shirt and dragged him to a clearing. "Because of what you did to Serah, Lightning beat me up at the play park yesterday for a full hour! A whole hour Hope!"

Now that he stopped to look, Hope noticed that both of Snow's eyes were black and he had bruises along his arms and jaw. 'Ouch! Those Indian burns must've hurt real bad!'

Without warning Snow kneed Hope in the face.

At that moment, Hope started to drift off into another world filled with seemingly random flashbacks. 'Is this what happens when people are about to pass out? Or is it when they are about to die?'

Hope was brought back to when he was three years old. It was the day his father decided to take him out for ice-cream.

"What flavor would you like son?"

"I want vanilla dad!"

"Alright, I'll be back in a jiffy."

A few minutes later, Mr. Estheim came back with a double scoop cone. There was a chocolate scoop on top of a vanilla scoop.

"I only wanted vanilla dad. You know I don't like chocolate ice-cream."

"Son, in this world, you've got to work for what you want. If you want that vanilla, you gotta work through that chocolate."

"Yes sir." 'I should have known.'

That initial flashback had triggered another flashback to when he was two.

"Hey son, what kind of cookie do you want?"

"Chocolate chip dad!"

"Alright, I'll be back before you can say the word dexterous."

"Dexta… Dexter… Dextamer… Dextames… De-"

"Told ya I'd be back" said Mr. Estheim as he handed Hope a whole jar of cookies.

"Dad, these are all macada… macadan… macadamia cookies! I wanted chocolate chip!"

"I know son. There's a single chocolate chip cookie at the bottom of that jar. You gotta work for what you want. And that means eating all those macadamia cookies first."

"Yes sir." 'I saw this coming!'

Finally, the flashback of when he was two brought him back to when he was one.

"Hey Hope! Do you want chocolate milk or regular milk in your bottle?"

"Goo goo."

"Ah heck, I don't even know what you're saying. Here, drink this one." said Mr. Estheim as he handed the chocolate milk to his son.

After drinking some of his contents, baby Hope hurled the milk out of his mouth with a sound of disgust.

"Now Hope, there's something I want to teach you. And I'll continue teaching you this for the rest of your life. You gotta work for what you want. So you gotta go through the chocolate milk first if you want the regular one."

"Goo goo."

'Huh. I guess this is what it feels like to be unconscious.'

Just then, Hope felt another knee to the face from Snow. He could have sworn that the fabric of Snow's khaki pants had fused with his cheek.

'Nope. I'm still very conscious.'

I guess now's a good time to mention the dress code. All students attending Bodhum Elementary must wear a navy blue shirt that has the first letter of their first name in giant print on both the front and back. All girls are required to wear khaki shorts. Girls are not allowed to wear both khaki pants and skirts. If a girl is caught wearing khaki pants, an administrator will cut them into shorts form. If they are caught wearing khaki skirts…they will be sent home. Boys on the other hand are only allowed to wear khaki pants…with the exception of Hope. Hope wears shorts…

While Hope was getting beaten to a pulp, the faculty watched in horror.

"Principal Estheim, your son is getting the shorts beaten' right off of him." said a random staff member.

"Oh he probably did something weird and deserves it." said a calm Principal Estheim. 'Good boy. He's working for it. Though I'm really not sure what for. It isn't like that time he held a bake sale for his dead pet. I certainly wasn't going to pay for the funeral. Or that time when he helped fifty old ladies cross the street for his Moogle Ranger Cadet badge. I certainly wasn't going to hand him a badge for helping just one old lady let alone forty-nine. This time, I'm really not sure what he's getting himself beat up for. It must be important.'

-12:15 arts and crafts room-

Just as Lightning had predicted, by the time Snow was done with Hope he could do nothing more than to limp to class.

Seeing that her sister's plan didn't go hungry, Serah decided to let Hope off the hook.

"Nice to see you Hope." she said. "How are you feeling? Oh and you might want to get some new shorts too."

"I want to cry…"

Serah pulled out a video camera and said, "Well, go ahead and do it."

-3:15 Light's room

'Today was an interesting day at school' thought Lightning. 'Now that it's over, we need something to do…' Suddenly Light remembered the mystery box under her bed. Her mother had placed it there claiming that it would hide the box from the mole people.

'I guess we could do that.' Lightning thought to herself. "Where are those long trench coats dad always wears at night?"

Well that was chapter 2 in all its glory. Don't be afraid to, you know, review. Until next time...