I got 1 fav. and follow so that's four mice, and five reviews, which is five mice. In total, it should be nine mice for the elders unless I counted wrong.

NOTICE: I'm changing this to rated T. I mean, I would have more freedom to write what I wanted, y'know.

...this is really fun to write, but it's hard to know if you guys even like this. So far, it has one of the least favorites and follows in the warriors high thingie...but I guess it's just time.

Now, I don't want to be a D !%&$^# but when someone works hard for something, please do appreciate it. I mean, look at Summer Drama. I type up whatever I think in less than ten minutes and you guys like it. This one, I work really hard on describing the details around the characters.

Again, sorry for being a demanding three year old, but I'm just disappointed I the views. So far, I only have 100 views, as the stats say. But who cares, I guess I'll just keep on writing...

.:Third Person:.

Ivypool awoke to the sound of a the wake up bell. She reluctantly blinked open her eyes and checked her watch. Eight in the morning. She hadn't taken her watch off once ever since she had left her house back in California. .

Another bell and a loud beep has heard.

"To the students that are new in boarding school, that was the wake up bell. I hope you're awake, and if you're not, then you miss class," a woman's voice said from the loudspeaker. "You must report to your first period when the second bell rings, which is at eight forty-five. Before then, I expect you to shower and grab breakfast in the cafeteria. You should know where the showers are...if you have the map."

The announcement ended with a slight crackle on the end. Ivypool groaned and stretched, getting up. She was still wearing the same outfit, and deciding she was too lazy to change it, she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste while heading into the bathroom.

The restroom was a small room with only a toilet and a sink with a small mirror that was misted over. She did what she needed to do and decided not to take a shower. Back home, she only took showers after school. Ivypool's tried to tie her hair into a ponytail after brushing it, but the rubber band she was using broke. Muttering swear words under her breath, she tossed the broken rubber band in the trash can on the farthest corner of the restroom.

Ivypool head back into her room and made sure everything in her backpack was there. It was. She starred sullenly at her suitcase. It would be hell to unpack everything in that. But she was taking her flute since she had band fifth period.

Grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, she searched for the map. It was this small piece of paper folded behind her schedule. She skimmed through to find the cafeteria.

.:Ivypool's POV:.

I get out of my new room and head towards the cafeteria after locking the door. It's behind the girls' dorms on the map. I walk quickly since I don't want to wait in line. Who does?

When I get there, the scent of hamburger helper hangs in the air. I love hamburgers! I wonder why they were serving that for breakfast, but even if they were, I wouldn't argue. There is no line since everyone else was probably taking a shower or still asleep.

I step in there to see this lunch lady heating up the pieces of meat. She wore a white apron over some green T-shirt and shorts with a hair net on her head. She flipped a patty over and paid no attention to me.

Right in front of me are muffins, toast— all kinds of breakfast stuff. Although the glazed donuts are tantalizing, the hamburger meat was more.

"Is it done?" I ask the lunch lady. I hear someone come up beside me, but I don't check to see who is is. Probably just some random person I don't know.

"No," the lunch lady snaps after a moment of silence. "It's for lunch."

"Damn it," I grumble, grabbing three mini-sized glazed donuts and a two pints of orange juice before walking back out. I head on over to the lunch shelter, which is basically just a group of benches and a large table for us to eat. You could also eat inside the cafeteria, but I liked in outside than inside. It's cooler outside.

I hear people finally getting into line as I sit down on a random bench. No, it doesn't feel right. Instead, I get up from the bench and sit on the table, my legs dangling on the sides. That was much better. Back home in California, there was usually nothing better to do than listen to other people talk about random garbage while sitting alone and waiting for her friends (who were always late for some reason.)

"Hello?" a timid voice speaks up behind me just as I was finishing my second donut.

"What?" I ask, not turning around. I try keep a burp in as I say it but I let it out a few moments later anyway.

"You mind if I sit here?"

I finally turn around since I have nothing better to do. In front of me is a girl with long straight black hair and leaf green eyes. In her hands are a styrofoam tray of eggs and bacon with a pint of apple juice.

"Uh...yeah," I motion for her to sit down at the bench as I jump off the table. I grab my last glazed donut just as it was about to fall. If it does fall, I'll still pick it up and eat it, as long as it's within five seconds. Actually, it doesn't matter as long as the food tastes good.

That dark-haired girl, whatever her name is, sits across from me as she picks at her food. I gulp down my last pint of orange juice and swallow my last donut before glancing back at my watch. It's eight fifteen. That means another half hour sitting around bored and looking for Dovewing (even though she would be fashionably late.)

"Can I have some?" I ask, starring at the bacon. It looked thin and hard, glistening with oil, but still edible. The black-haired girl had only eaten the eggs; the bacon was untouched on her plate.

"Sure," she says, pushing over her tray. I shrug and put them into my mouth. It's hard to chew, but it tastes great. Soon, the tray was empty and I put it on top of mine.

People began piling out from the cafeteria. I throw the empty trays in the trash gray trash can ten feet away from me. It makes it in perfectly. Now random people I don't know are putting their trays on the other tables and benches and talking like they know one another. Actually, a few people should know each other, but most of us are from different states and countries so...

"That's cool! I would never be able to do that on the first try!"

Wow, that girl's talkative. As long as you talk more than me you're talkative in my opinion. I only speak when I had to, like asking for food.

"Do you play basketball?" asks the dark-haired girl. She continued on excitedly. "If you do, you should sign up for the basketball team with me! We'll win if we have you on our side. My name's Hollyleaf by the way. What team are you on? I'm on Thunder."

I laugh. Me being on the school basketball team was silly— I would just mess everything up. Besides, I'm too shy to play sports in front of a huge audience. If I make one mistake, everyone blames it on me. Playing basketball back at home in middle school is a whole different situation, but that's another story. No one stares at me If I had the ball aside from the players.

"My name's Ivypool, and I'm a Thunder too," I introduce myself. "And yes, I play basketball, but I may or may not sign up for it. "

"Why not?" Hollyleaf asked, cocking her head to the side. Her beautiful leaf green eyes were wide and innocent looking, and I decide that I like her so far. No, I don't mean it that way. I just like her as a friend.

"I have to practice my flute for one hour because I like it, I have to do marching band after school on Wednesdays and Fridays, I have homework, and last of all, I have to eat chocolate," I answered her.

Hollyleaf laughed. She was about to reply but something behind me caught her eye, and she stopped smiling immediately.

I turn around wondering what it was that made her like this. I see Dovewing in skinny jeans and an orange T-shirt carrying her neon green backpack and her purple purse (obviously). But that wasn't it - there was this thin black-haired boy with amber eyes wearing ripped jeans and a maroon colored hoodie trying to tug the purse off of her hand while Dovewing refuses to give it to him. She stubbornly clings onto her purse, and I silently praise her for it. You shouldn't go down without a fight.

Suddenly, the dark-haired boy yanks the purse off and Dovewing trips and falls over in shock. The other students paid no attention; if they did, they didn't seem so keen to help anyone.

Meanwhile, the dark-haired boy is running back to the dorms, Dovewing's purse swinging from arm. This is ridiculous — why would anyone want to steal Dovewing's purse? There's only a few dollars in a wallet, a make-up kit, and some tiny pillows that Dovewing had to use every month for no reason. Her purse isn't even that big so you could only fit so much in there. But it was heavy for it's size - around five pounds. If the thief is running, I doubt they can run faster than me.

I check my watch again. Eight thirty. I guess fifteen minutes is enough help Dovewing.

Dovewing sees me right in that moment, and her blue eyes widen. She's still on the ground, and by the dark stain on her jeans I assume that's she's bleeding. "Ivypool!"

"I'll be right back!" I call back over my shoulder to Dovewing. I leave my belongings on the bench. Hollyleaf is starting to make her way over to Dovewing, probably to help her to the nurse's office. I start chasing after the boy in the maroon colored hoodie. No one messes with me, not even my sister!

Ha, I underestimated him. He's faster than I expected but I'm catching up with him. I think he doesn't know that I'm right behind him, and I dream about all the things I could do to him when catch up.

Only a few feet away now...I reach out my arm and grab Dovewing's purse. The boy had a tighter grip than I thought he would and he falls backward crushing me under him.

I push him away with disgust and slug him on the right eye. The boy growls and holds a hand over his right eyeand grin to myself. That should do it. Then I realize in horror at what I just did. My parents, Whitestream especially, told me that if I hurt anyone, I would have to pay with money for the damage. No way I was paying for this guy! I grab the purse and start running back to the lunch shelter.

Oh yeah, remember that you would run slower when you're carrying the five-pound purse? Besides, they kid was faster than me anyway so he caught up to me easily. He tackles me to the ground and tried to punch me, but I luckily taser him before he could.

"Get off," I spat, but I kick him lightly than I would on his stomach. I don't want to hurt him more, and I'm lucky that I don't have a scratch on me yet.

As my foot connected with his stomach, I felt a pang of jealousy as his belly is hard with abs. I wanted abs, but no matter how hard I tried, there's always this thin layer of fat that hides my beautiful abs. But still, that's not the point. The point is, he gets off of me all right, and kicks me in the stomach. How dare he!

At least it doesn't hurt. I look for the reason on why he stopped. In books there's always this mean teacher breaks up fight. Hm, no one. That was fine with me; I thought I was screwed. (TO THE KITS: Screw as in the screw that you fix with a screwdriver, okay?)

I start to walk away with Dovewing's purse after I check the watch. There's ten more minutes to get my stuff and go to first period. Heck, I didn't even look closely into my schedule yet.

"Hey!" a voice calls behind me. "You're going to leave just like that?"

I glare at the boy that stole Dovewing's purse (and got punched in the eye). He was kind of handsome, a few inches taller than me, but I won't fall for the mean people. I shouldn't, but the other guys are always those goody-two-shoes that can't live without rules. His right eye has a red streak around it, and I felt disappointment well up in me as it wasn't turning black. I heard online that there's two ways to punch it — only one way can make the eye black. Looks like this kid got lucky.

"Yeah," I snap, "I have a life, unlike this kid that goes around trying to steal my sister's purse."

I expect him to be like one of those bullies back home that aren't afraid of anything and would just laugh rudely, but he actually looked ashamed.

"Sorry," he mutters, rubbing his eye. I felt a surge of satisfaction as he winced. "I just couldn't help it. Besides, if I had gotten away with it, I would have lots of extra cash."

I start laughing at this point, despite my earlier thoughts about it. He stole a purse just for money! It's sad to think about it - society it's so corrupt now just because of money. We can live without it.

"There's barely any cash in there anymore," I say. "My sister paid the taxi fee on the way here. It's just a bunch of junk in here."

"Um, yeah. Sorry for taking it again, I just meant it as a joke," he said. "I was going to give it back though."

I shook my head. "Sure you were." I glance at my watch since there wasn't anything else to do. Eight forty.

"Shoot, I gotta get this thing back to my sister," I replied. After a moment of hesitation, I added, "my name's Ivypool by the way."

"Alright, see you later. I'm Breezepelt. Bye, and hope you don't punch me in the face again!"

Breezepelt leaves, and I trot to the direction of the lunch shelter. I have mixed feelings about the guy that stole Dovewing's purse. He seems like one of those mean troublemakers, but deep inside he's nice, actually. I mean, he apologized, didn't he? At least he knows what he food was wrong. Maybe I'll give him a second chance. No big deal.

Kinds of people like Breezepelt are hard to find. I hate the troublemakers, but I also hate the goody-two-shoes. Who I need the most is a rebel, something willing to take reckless action with me. And if seems like Breezepelt are one of those people.

Not my best chapter. Actually, it is my best since I tried really hard on it, and I included every silly thing that Ivypool's thinking about. I'm sorry for the swear words in this if you do mind. I mean, I can't replace some stuff with another word, because the word "dead" just doesn't cut it. I just wanted to make that clear to you guys, so I'm changing the rating. (Although it would be nice to finally right some Rated K stuff.)

Breezepelt is introduced, though I had to think a lot about it while writing it. Don't know if you guys like the confrontation. You like IvyXBreeze? And I'm not trying IvyXBumble since I had a hard time writing Bumble's personality. Sorry for the people who ship that one...I actually prefer IvyXBreeze. Please don't kill me.

For the teams (Wind, Thunder, Shadow, River) everyone has the same classes but different teachers. What I mean is that a Wind kid and a Thunder kid can have the same class with the same teacher together, but when participating in activities, there's four groups. Understand?

About 2,100 words (I think) for the story content. A more longer review than "update soon plz" please?

QUESTION OF THE DAY

There is no question. Just me a few random things about yourself.

Random things about me: I'm a feminist, I pretend to be a cat at school, and I'm afraid of the heat.

PLEASE REVIEW! AND FAV. AND FOLLOW. PLEASE AND SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER'S AUTHOR NOTE IS ANNOYIN YOU.

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