This is a rewrite of the last chapter, since not many of you guys liked it. The change begins where Ivypool and Dovewing finish lunch in Pizza Hut. I hope this is much more interesting. But again, I have to do a reading journal. -_-

.:Ivypool's POV:.

Dovewing and I had been trailing around in this shopping center for a while now, Dovewing dragging me to this place where they sell super girly T-shirts with purple glitter on them. Some of the shorts look good, but the texture of it feels wrong. It's just...fake. Besides, they have fake pockets. What's the use of unusable pockets anyway? Icecloud has disappeared, because she spotted some of her other friends and decided to hang out with them. It's fine by me.

Okay, so Dovewing's carrying giant bags of clothes and make-up while I'm just using my umbrella like a cane that old people use to balance themselves. Fun, right?

A See's Candy store comes into view, and I immediately run towards it. It's empty except for a few random people that were looking at the vanilla lollipops and boxes of chocolates that cost like twenty bucks. Why buy chocolate when you can get stuff for free?

"Ivypool, wait!" Dovewing shouts as she bursts into the store. I ignore her and peer through the glass case where they have all the chocolate. Mint, caramel, regular and...meat loaf? I wonder what the meat loaf tastes like, but I still like the mint ones.

"Can I try the mint and meat loaf?" I ask the cashier lady. She nods and gives the chocolate to me. Awesome! I pop the meat loaf in my mouth, wondering if there was really meat loaf in it. There was one, but it still tasted good.

"Caramel truffle please?" Dovewing asks sweetly. The cashier smiles and hands a caramel truffle to her. What a goody-two-shoe. Oh well, as long as she doesn't do better in school than me, I'm okay.

We exit out of the store, me just finishing my mint chocolate. Why is there no more? I heard that people add this chemical into the chocolate so it makes you addicted.

"Where are we going next?" I ask Dovewing. She points to the exit. Finally.

It's pouring outside, raining dripping down from the roofs and soaking up dirt so it turns into mud. I couldn't help but notice the scent of wet cement like I always do. It seems so different in Washington than California. Probably because of the car pollution back home. I open my umbrella for Dovewing to use because I don't really mind the feeling of rain on my head.

Dovewing groans as we stop in front of a huge puddle that's way to big to jump over. I walk over the puddle, drenching my boots in the process. Boots are easy to clean for me.

"I don't want to get my jeans dirty!" she cries. I roll my eyes. You just wash it out or something, because it's just jeans.

I feel my stomach growling. Food. There's a Pizza Hut ten feet away. Dovewing has taken a short detour around the puddle, but least she's not complaining anymore.

"We're going in there to eat pizza, okay?" I tell her, heading in before she could respond.

Overall, it was a great day, only because I got free chocolate samples and got to eat lots of pizza. Did you know that Pizza Hut replaced the tomato sauce with barbecue sauce on one of the pizzas? No? Well, who cares. It tastes amazing.

As we finished eating lunch and wiped our mouths with napkins (I wiped it with my sleeve) we shuffle out of the exit and into the tiny parking lot. I can't help noticing one car taking up two spaces which really annoyed me for some reason, and suddenly a light bulb appeared over my head.

No, not literally. It's that I got an idea.

"Ivypool! What are you doing?" Dovewing yells at me as I sprint to a hardware store right across the street. She starts to follow.

"No, no, no! You stay there until I get back!" I shout over my shoulder, trying to ignore a loud honk that came from a nearby Honda. Jeez, why won't cars shut up? Can they shut up?

I push open the door to the store, hitting my knee immediately on a nearby table. Swearing, I ignored the throbbing pain and glanced around to find something that I can use.

I grab a box of chalk. Four dollars in total. I have about thirty bucks in my pocket, so I don't really care. I just hope it's worth what I'm going to do. If not, then I lost four perfectly good bags of chips that I could buy in the future.

A small box of something that says white hair dye interests me, but I don't have time to decided whether I want the color or not. Better buy it before regretting not buying it. I can always pickpocket Dovewing's purse, right? I head towards the counter where the cashier is sitting.

Cost in total – Seven bucks. The open the door to exit the hardware store and step outside. There's bells on door, but it doesn't work. How useless.

Dovewing's holding the umbrella, waiting for me in the parking lot. I nod to her before I set off to work. In a few minutes I'm done.

It's a beautiful work of art – a masterpiece. Although the rain will undoubtfully wash it away, there's huge letters written in chalk that says "jackass parking" with arrows pointing to the car that took up two spaces. I hate it when people only think of themselves and steal all the parking spaces. Wouldn't you be annoyed at that too? If you just glare at it and walk away, that person driving isn't going to change their habits. Do something about it and force them to change.

Spray paint. After I bold the message more in chalk, I dig m phone out from my jeans are take a picture of what I did. Awesome!

Dovewing's not noticing anything – she's scrolling through her phone. That what everyone does nowadays, right? It's better this way, she'll probably tell me to erase the message being the good-natured person she is. I, on the other hand, have a different opinion. I want to tell others what I think harshly so they don't do it again. I hope.

*(*)*

We head back to school, Dovewing going to the girls' dorms while I run to the single dorms. Then I played games all the way before the dinner announcement is heard.

The boys' and girls' dorms are really loud. That's because they has room-mates and stuff. The single dorms are cool, since it's quiet. It's great really, no one you have communicate with.

Meow.

Except for ghost cats. The reek hit me before I could see it.

One more step and I would've crushed a nice large pile of dung.

A little charade, about me in school, okay?

Everyone is correcting their partners' word wise books.

Dumb kid that sits next to me (let's all her Dummy, okay?): marks the word malevolent wrong

Me: What the hell are you doing you insane retard! That's a word!

Dummy: No, it isn't!

Me: It's right dumbhead.

Dummy: *ignores me and continues to mark everything on the page wrong*

Bell rings

Me: I hope you die a horrible death you bastard!

I apologize for all the mild swear words in this, it's just that in English this is exactly what happened (I probably got an F on the grammar book since I didn't know that someone was going to correct it while just doing my best), and I'm in a bad mood since the teacher also appears to have lost my first reading journal that I've spent hours on.

Review. I've finished three fourths of the next chapter.

-Silver