Chapter 2: Introduction to all Chaos

"Ve do you know if they are serving pasta today?" asks my Italian friend. I roll my eyes and glance at Shannon. She has wiry brown hair that falls just above the shoulder. Her brown eyes are half closed. She always has a smile on her face unless she is scared or confused. She moved to America about 6 years ago when her father transferred. She can be taken as an airhead but she just acts a bit naïve. Yet she has more wisdom then her years or that she will openly show. "Didn't you bring your own lunch Shannon?" Kae asks. "Ve yeah I just wanted to know. The pasta here sucks." "That's because all the food here sucks." I say chuckling. The girls nod their head in agreement.

Once we hit the cafeteria, we split up. Lizzie, May and Kae all go grab lunch as the rest of us grab our old stone table outside under the tree. When I see them head towards our lunch table, I shoot off to grab myself a hamburger and some fries. "Hey Kae, can I borrow your new video game?" I ask throwing in my puppy eyes. "Beth w—", Kae begins before getting cut off by Lizzie. "No. we have to go home and pack and knowing you will probably wait till the last minute to then you will end up forgetting something." "Ugh, you sound like my mother and I was asking Kae, not you, so Kae what do you think?" "I have to agree with Lizzie on that one. When we come back I will let you. Plus if you forget something. We will have to put up with your moaning about it the whole time." "Fine…"

We spend the rest of lunch talking about what we are going to pack. Kae, Lizzie and I talk mostly about where we are going to hide our pockets knifes. Well Kae doesn't have a pocket knife she has some pointy things that I can't remember the name of. She is a freaking ninja. Why can't I remember what they are call. Oh right, shuriken and kunai. Don't they sound like something from Naurto? Oh well. "Well I think I can hind my two pocket knives in the bottoms of my shoes. The ones with the metal bottom of course and I will just throw the other one in my bag." Lizzie says nonchalantly. "I have a pocket in one of my belts. It has metal all over it so it should work." I say in between bites. Kae doesn't bother to tell us where she is hiding hers.

"Beth, you really don't have to take that knife with you. Why do you even have it at school?" May asks. I look at her with a dead serious expression on my face "Forgot about last month already?" May hangs her head. "No, it's just that I don't think that she would do anything at school, " May whispers. "May" Lizzie says softly "I gave her that pocket knife for protection. It wouldn't be much use at home." "I guess not…" Molly says defeated.

"So you do care about me Lizzie." I chime in trying to lighten the mood. "Belt up you git." She remarks with a slight growl. "Do you know how British that just sounded?" I jokingly ask. "I told you to belt up." She says making sure to stress her accent. "If you were a guy Liz you could have dated half the girls in this stupid place by now." I state jokingly. "You are one to talk, git. I remember right, you have dated half the guys in this stupid place." That shuts me up real quick.

We quickly finish lunch then run to our lockers to grab our stuff. Once upstairs I grab my leather coat and put my books way. Then I jump down the stairs and meet the other girls in the atrium. We start to head towards the office to sign out when I hear a voice behind us. "Hey look, the international geek squad is ditching school. They must have to go home and get caught up on their homework." This is followed by a bunch of snickers. They really need to come up with better insults. I sigh, roll my eyes and spin on my heels to face them. "What do you want, Acacia?" I growl.

"I'm sorry hero I didn't see you there. If I had I would have said the international geek squad and their pet idiot." Acacia purrs. I hate that nickname. No, I despise that nickname. I got it back in 5th grade when Acacia and her friends where picking on this nerd named Whylie. I intervened and since then she has called me Hero.

"Look, I don't have time for a scaredy cat like you." I turn and notice two things. One is my friend's faces. Second is that we are surrounded, cut from the office by Acacia's groupies. Shit. I do quick calculations in my head. She has 13-18 people with her. Some of which are her hellcats and the others are some of their boyfriends. So divide that by 6 and you got 3-4 people each. The odds are for us. I hear my friends make a tight circle.

"What is that suppose to mean?" She growls. "It means that I'm not so afraid of one little, weak girl that I have to jump her with 10 of my friends."I say grinning. I start to stretch out as I feel the adrenaline pump through me. "Now if I remember right, you did pretty well. You took out 7 of my girls before the blow to the back of the head made you pass out." I go into a low bow, my eye never leaving hers "Why thank you." I take my pocket knife out of my shoe and push it up my sleeve." But if I remember right, this little feud of ours, that you just can't let go of, is just between us so why don't you let my friends go so me, you and your little puppets of yours can get this over with." I say motioning around me." I can almost see Lizzie wince at the poor grammar in that sentence.

"BETH!" My friends hiss behind me. I just shrug. "Sorry guys" I whisper. "Oh my, trying to be the hero again Ms. Adams. Give yourself up and let your little friends escape unharmed. Well, we can't have that can we. Plus it looks like your friends want to fight and I got a new knife to give you a new scar to match the one that you have on your back." She purrs like a damn cat*.

"Tell us is it true that your old man took a knife to your back and left a scar that runs from your right shoulder to your left elbow?" My smirk falls from my face. "So it is true. How awful, and they still let you live with your parents." I feel my friend's looks burn into my back. I let out a small growl. "How do you know about that?" Cause up in till know I thought only four people besides the doctors knew about that.

"Oh it looks like I have struck a nerve in that idiot brain of yours. Oh well, what type of scar you want under it. You only got two possible answers, ugly or super ugly."** And with a simple swoop of her hand all hell breaks loose.

*I don't hate cat… I just don't like these particular ones.

** She really needs to come up with better insults…. Just saying.

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