Word Slinger's note- well, this is about how long the chapters will be. Im sorry it took so long, I could decide if I wanted to cut it off here, or continue with Lenas :/ oh, and i went dress shopping. homecoming's comin up, ya know? and i have a date, so the dress is nessicary. and the funny thing is, i couldn't pick one out!
Disclaimer- i dont own ipods. well, i have one but i dont OWN the whole brand and such.
It was dinner time in the great cafeteria, and everybody- save for a few higher officials- was in the cafeteria. I sat with my newfound friends, after giving 'the signal' I stood up from the table with my tray of eaten food, and my glass of coke, I started walking towards the back of the great room, walking dangerously close to the table where Lena was sitting. As I got closer and closer to her, I felt the fear creep up on me of what I was about to do, and started to dread what horrible punishment I was going to receive. At last I was in position to carry out my portion of the strategium, with excellent precision, I slipped on the floor drenching Lena entirely with my drink. After the three seconds I remained on the floor, I felt someone strong grab me by the back of my shirt and carry me out of the cafeteria.
For the second time that day, Lena pinned me up against the wall.
"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" she asked menacingly, I shook my head and started apologizing. She yanked me off of the wall, and before I had a chance to protect myself, hit me right in the eye. I did my best to pretend to black out. It must have been believable, because she released me, leaving me on the floor and walking away. When I heard the cafeteria doors close, I cupped my face where she had punched me in pain, after letting out a few painful tears, I got up from the floor.
"I need to get you to the nurse," came a bone-chilling voice. I turned around to look at who had spoken, but my vision was still severely blurred. I groaned to answer him, a shady figure stepper out from an adjoining hallway, I made it out to be BB. He started walking past me, and when I had tried to follow after him, only ending up falling, he sighed and turned to face me. Through the watering of my eyes, I could almost swear that his eyes were glaring red, it was creepy, but I told myself that I would probably die if I didn't follow him. He walked over to me, pulled me off of the floor, and used his arm to balance my walking as he led the way. It wasn't long before he brought me into a brightly lit room with many beds and curtains separating each one. He helped me onto one, and then left the room after calling for the nurse.
She came rushing to my bedside, with a cold ice pack and some aspirin. I took it happily, and then laid on the bed for a while. About an hour later, someone snuck into the room, I strained my eyes to see who it was, only to be greeted by Joan. She looked at me with pity and apologized that Lena gave me a black eye. She then explained that Lena was fast asleep in the room and would be for the next ten hours, even if Lou Firrigno came and broke her arm. She helped me out of the bed and escourted me to our room.
Sure enough, there was Lena collapsed on her bed making terrible snores. I giggled insanely and quickly changed into my pajamas before starting the revenge. It was incredibly delightful, the shade that Lena and the others had concocted was a bright neon green shade. Lena and I hoisted her into our bathroom and began bleaching her hair. Just when that stage of the avengement was through, a knock came from our door. I froze in fear, but Joan just danced over to the door, singing 'What's the password?'
"'Zebra-cakes,'" scowled Mello's voice. "Let us in, or we won't tell you about the brilliant plan Matt came up with." Joan flung the door open to greet the entire posse of pranksters to come in. I was mortified, not only did I have a terrible black-eye, but I was also only wearing a very long shirt. I slammed the door closed before they could all see me.
"Hey Fran, you mind telling me what you are doing, shutting yourself in the bathroom?" came Joan's voice.
"Fran, whatever you are doing in there with an unconscious Lena is all up to you, we just want to sit and watch," Mello's voice called. I heard a snickering coming from outside the door.
"I am not opening the door until someone brings me a pair of shorts. There is no way I am letting you adolescent minds see me in my pajamas. Now, are you going to comply to my wishes, or not?" I heard mutterings from the other side of the door. "Don't you try any funny business, no one is permitted to go through my drawers, and since I don't even trust Joan handling my underwear and such, I will be taking a pair of her shorts."
"Oh come on, this is a co-ed dorm, they don't expect geniuses like us to be getting into funny business," I heard Mello call.
"I don't see YOU walking around with no pants on," I snapped at him. There was more whispering from behind the door, then the door was opened slightly and an outstretched arm held out a pair of pants. I took them and shut the door quickly. Holding out the pants so I could inspect them, I realized that they were Mello's leather pants. Seeing that there was no better alternative that wouldn't make them angry, I reluctantly put on the pants and flung open the door. "Alright, get the laughs out of the way, and then let's get to work."
All five of them were on the brink of tears from looking at me, Joan burst out laughing first, then Matt and Mello followed, it looked as if even BB and Near were smiling slightly. I rolled my eyes and felt like giving them all a good smack on the head, I waited for them to quiet down. I looked at Mello who was practically on the floor crying, I couldn't believe no one was laughing at him; he was wear plaid boxers.
"Oh Mello, your boxers match your little gloves so well," I poked fun at him. He sat up and looked at me as if he were challenging me.
"They don't look as great as my pants that you're wearing, it really brings out the bruising in your eye."
"They fit me perfectly, normally it would be embarrassing for a guy to know that he's got the same butt as a girl, but I'm glad you're ok with it."
"I think it's flattering, it means that I have a nice figure," he shot back. Deciding that I could not win this argument, I said one last thing before breaking it off.
"You realize that the statement you just said was basically a compliment?" He shrugged, and said that he didn't mind. "Now," I continued, "did'nt you guys say that you had some brilliant plan?"
They rest of the people on the floor sprang up and all the guys crowded around a laptop that Matt was holding. While Joan made her way back into the bathroom, I headed over to see what the rest of the group was doing. Just as I approached, Matt slammed the laptop shut and everyone looked up at me. I gave them my 'what?' face.
"Go see if our darling new friend Lena has an ipod, make sure not to make it look like we went through her stuff," he instructed me, I looked around wondering where to start. Taking my chance with what looked to be her purse, I very carefully felt around for anything that felt like headphones. Sure enough, I pulled out an itouch, completely decked out with skulls and such. It was creepy, but kind of cute at the same time, it gave me a whole new view on what Lena Martin was like when she wasn't beating up innocent roommates. I brought it over to Matt, who turned it on and connected it to his laptop with a strange, home-made looking cord. The laptop made it little 'ba-dump' as a window popped up on the screen. I moved in closer to stare at the screen with the rest of the group. I watched in awe as matt rapidly pressed the keys on the laptop while hacking into Lena's ipod. After a minute and a half of nonstop typing on Matt's part, he finally announced that he was in.
"Ooh, what's her password?" I asked eagerly.
"That's Hacker-Victim confidentiality, I am afraid I cannot tell you," he answered. "Well, it seems that Lena has quite the musical taste for underground death metal, she's got all the good songs." I studied the titles, I didn't recognize a single thing.
"Would you care to explain to a fellow music lover that doesn't know a single thing about metal?"
"Well, it appears to me that Lena is what I would categorize as an 'Indie-metal head.' She has a knack for discovering good bands before they are made popular. You got it? So basically, when she is not ready to kill you, she might be a laid back person," Matt said as if he were reading her fortune. I wondered what my playlists might reveal to him, then decided I was never going to let him read mine.
"Now, I feel kind of bad about what we're going to do, she's got some good songs that are going to be lost in transaction," Matt whined. "But when I look at that shiner she gave, it makes me feel even worse, so I think I will sleep easy tonight." He pulled out a few strips of paper, "since we live in a free country, we'll have a drawing to decide which song we will be using. Now, everyone, please write on your strip of paper, the title of the most annoying song you know." I was handed a small patch of paper, and grabbing my pen, I jotted down 'Barbie Girl.' A hat was passed around and I put in my entry.
Matt cleared his throat and pulled out the first piece of paper. "And the new song is…" he looked at the paper and threw it down in frustration. "BB, if you aren't going to put down a real answer, then don't put in an entry at all!" He held the paper for all to see, it read 'All music is annoying.'
"That wasn't my answer, I didn't write anything down," BB explained darkly. He looked at Near, who was looking off at some nonexistent thing.
"Near," Matt began, "grow some balls; claim ownership of the abomination next time." I thought I could see Near's face turning red, but I looked away anyways. I occurred to me that I hadn't heard him speak yet, and that he was probably younger than everyone here. "Now," Matt began again, "the REAL song that we will be chosing tonight is….." he read the new piece of paper, and I already knew what song was on it. "'Barbie Girl!'"
The other boys applauded politely, but I could tell they were excited for what was about to happen.
"Ok now, let me fill you in on what I am going to be doing in a few short seconds," he explained specifically to me. "I am taking all of her songs and replacing them with 'Barbie Girl,' however, they will still have their titles so when she thinks she is about to listen to 'Bleed the Meek' what she will actually be hearing are those ever- creative lyrics 'I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world.'"
"That's genius!" I yelled a little too loudly. A figure appeared through the doorway, it was L.
"What are you doing?" he demanded slightly. As soon as he spoke, Joan ran out of the bathroom and right in front of L, in addition, I noticed that BB sat up slightly.
"Have a look for yourself," Joan motioned to Lena, whose head was in the sink and no longer black, but freakishly blonde. I half-expected L to arrest us right there on the spot, or at least yell at us. Instead, he nodded and went along the hallway.
"Keep the volume down, the younger children are trying to sleep," he called as he left. When he was gone, Joan turned to us and gave us a big smile, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom.
"Okay, now I need your help with the greenification process, do you think we should give her a hair cut, or just dye her hair so that it becomes permanent? I would feel bad about doing both, so it's either one or the other." I looked at the sleeping Lena, she looked a lot nicer and friendlier when she was sleeping, so feeling guilty, I gave the less harsh punishment.
"Let's make it permanent, if she REALLY doesn't like it, she can easily dye it back to her 'The Grudge' look. Now, what do you need me to do first?"
"Hold her head still while I put the dye in her hair, but be sure to wear these gloves so your hands don't become stained," she held out a pair of pink rubber gloves. I gladly took them, and did exactly as she told. The hair-dye smelled awful, but the 'smell of revenge' overcame that, and I became incredibly delighted at our handiwork. When all was finished, Lena looked like a troll doll, and I looked like I just dissected an alien. So it was no surprise that one of the boys let a cry of surprise when I came out of the bathroom with my gloves still on. I rolled my eyes and went outside onto the balcony, took off my gloves and pitched them into the night.
"Ok you guys, get the hell out of my room. It's 4 am, I'm tired, and I am wearing leather pants. By the way Mello, you are incredibly lucky I didn't stain them. Now all of you get off of my bed, and I will see you all in the morning. What time is breakfast, anyways?"
"Six," came Mello's voice. I groaned, there was no way I was going to get enough sleep. "You sure you don't want to just stay up the whole time? It'll only make it harder for you to wake up if you only get two hours of sleep. I'm not making this up, it's totally proven," he insisted.
Seeing his logic, I decided not to go to sleep. Instead, we all left the room to give me an unofficial tour of the grounds. It consisted of many places where I could easily escape from the building, it even included a part of the fence/wall where many little iron rods were sticking out. I was strongly advised to use this method of scaling the wall to get out of the Orphanage.
The sun was starting to rise as we made our way back into the Orphanage, I was tired as ever, but I still dragged myself into the cafeteria along with the others. While they went to go and get their breakfast, I stayed at the table draining down black coffee. I was going through my third cup when Near came over with a small tea cup in his hands. He handed it to me silently, and I thanked him.
"What is this?" I asked once I realized that it wasn't coffee.
"It's an energy drink, it's much more effective than anything Mello will give you," Near finally spoke to me. I took another drink of it, it didn't taste bad, but it wasn't a taste that I recognized.
"I've never had any energy drink like this before," I admitted to him.
"That's because it's homemade, you shouldn't have tasted anything like it before," he explained. I gave him a warm smile and thanked him, then went up to get my own breakfast after finishing the drink. As I was walking over, I thought to myself. It's not so bad here, I could get used to this.