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I still can't tell who it is that's helping me. All I know is that it's a girl. Even through the pain I still manage to be nervous and angry at myself. I'm completely pathetic right now. I know how pathetic I must seem, and in front of this girl, whoever she is. She must be one of my friends if she's helping me though. So, that cuts down the options considerably. I don't try to guess who it is, I decide to just trust them. That's all I can do really, it isn't as though I can take care of myself at this point. I can't see and every time I move it feels like I'm being punched everywhere at once. I'm like one giant, fresh bruise. I jump as a hand touches my side and yelp as the movement makes my ribs hurt again. It surprised me. I wasn't expecting it but now that I realize it's nothing to worry about I let her touch me. I stop my tears as best I can as she continues talking. The teachers. Of course they would be in the middle of the fight, breaking it up, stopping the food from flying. And they'd be looking for me eventually, though they'd probably be more worried about Tristan at this point. This was wonderful. No doubt I'd somehow be blamed partially. Tristan would be sure to spin some story.

The girl puts her hand on my back and I know it's time to get up again. But I don't want to. It hurts as I work my way to my feet. She's helping me, but it still hurts. It's a slow process but eventually I'm standing and we're off again. She's moving faster than I want to, but the sooner we get to the infirmary the sooner I'll feel at least a little bit better. I know that the speed is important, and we should be moving as fast as we are. But my body is screaming in pain and I just want to stop moving. She's practically dragging me at this point because I can hardly walk myself. Of course, this isn't a terribly difficult feat. I'm not very tall, and I'm a stick on top of that so altogether I'm rather light. Still, whoever she is she must be pretty strong to keep me from falling over. We go through a door and I know that we've arrived. I'm led over to one of the beds in the room and all I want to do is lay down and go to sleep. But she reminds me not to.

Blood? Blood. Oh god. Why am I so stupid sometimes? That was what it was. That's why my face was wet, why my shirt was wet. My nose...when Tristan punched my nose it obviously would have started bleeding. Ah...I'm feeling nauseous now. My stomach starts churning. Hemophobia is a useful thing to have when you're a spy. My case is rather severe. I'm so pathetic that I'll faint if I even think that I see blood. At the moment I am trying my hardest not to faint. It's a good thing that I don't have my glasses because the second I saw red I would keel over. At this point it's also a good thing that my nose is so messed up that I can't smell anything, because if I even got a whiff of it I'm sure I'd be out cold. I'm about to puke, I know it. I try to hold my stomach, and I lurch forward about to throw up, but I catch myself. I stop it. I hold my hand to my mouth and use all my willpower. I lurch forward again but I don't puke. I still feel horribly sick, and I'm sure I look it too, but I save the girl helping me from having to deal with me puking on her.

I wince slightly as she starts cleaning my face. Everything hurts at this point, but the cloth on my face is a manageable pain. I try to stay as still as possible as she cleans my face. It occurs to me that I still don't know who she is, so I decide to ask. My voice comes out soft and broken, you can tell I've been crying. "I...I still can't see and...I just...I don't know who you are. I can't see you." How lame was that? It was honestly pathetic. I shy away from her, looking down even though I can't see anything. But I realize that she's still cleaning the blood off of my face and I return my face to it's former position.

Suddenly there's a sharp pain in my nose. I gasp in pain and tears spring to my eyes. "Stop!" I cry. Water drips down my face again. I bring my hands to my nose but I can't touch it, that only makes it worse. I don't even want to think about what my face looks like at this point. My nose must be swollen and deformed, black and blue already forming all over my face. I'll be rather pretty tomorrow with my discolored face, black eyes, and screwed up nose. "Could I have the medicine please?" I ask lamely. Still crying. Still broken. I take the pills as she puts them in my hand and immediately put them in my mouth. I swallow them dry, not wanting to wait for water to wash them down. I know that they won't work immediately but I wish they would because my nose is throbbing painfully again. I can feel the blood dripping out of it now, knowing that the wet stuff is blood. It makes me feel sick again, but not quite enough to throw up. I sit there and try to stop crying for the sake of the girl who is helping me, but I can't.

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I jokingly tapped my hands on the table twice, entertained by Lily's responses. She responded to my question; the answer wasn't particularly pleasing. Handling multiple patients wasn't brand new, although it could become a little stress-inducing if the patients were being needy and loud. And if you didn't have any help. A few moments passed, and Rachel sat down unexpectedly, at our table, and greeted me and Suki. The animosity between Rachel and Lily was obvious as she chose not to acknowledge my friend. I opened my mouth to try to fill the cold silence that had erupted our table, but I was cut off by s**t hitting the fan behind us.

There was a spontaneous crash behind me, followed by the muttered apologies of a boy. I turned my neck, to see the cause of the commotion. Tristan was covered in Barnaby's garbage, and the other by was trying to apologize all at once. Tristan's face contorted into an ugly snarl, and he smashed his fist into poor Barnaby's face. There was a crack, and I winced a little as a reflex. His nose was most definitely broken, after that kind of snap. Damn, that's gonna hurt, I thought. Tristan started to beat the crap out of the kid, and suddenly, someone was screaming out about a food fight. I frowned, when food began to fly about. I was smacked in the face by a piece of meat, when I stood up, enraged. Rachel called out, supporting Tristan, and I looked at her once, with slight annoyance, but then back again to the fight. Asuriana had gotten involved, as well as little Delilah and Caralynn. Asuriana made a swing at the boy's face, and then was pushed back. Delilah started yelling about a fight, before she was knocked down, and onto Caralynn. Carylnn started yelling out about her boots, only adding to the growing pandemonium that consumed the cafeteria. I looked back to our table once, at Lily, but she was gone, her medic instincts running faster than mine. Splatters of soup splashed onto the opposite cheek of my face, and back at the fight, Nikolai had started to get involved.

Lily started to drag Barnaby away from the raging idiot that was Tristan, saying things very quickly, obviously planning to help. Tristan was already a Grade A douche in my mind, but beating on a little stick like Barnaby made him all the more of a douchebag to me. I started forwards, intending on rescuing Delilah from the pandemonium. She was crying out in pain. And if Lily was going to help, so was I. Food splattered my body, staining my clothes, and getting in my hair. It was gross, but within a few steps, I arrived at the edge of the circle that had gathered around Tristan. The girl was on the ground now. I reached down, and picked up the girl, bridal-style. I shoulder-checked one of the idiots involved with the craziness, and said to my friend, "Hey, D, I'm gonna check out your foot, okay? It's already pretty swollen."

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It was like training one-oh-one for me, knowing everything that I needed to do and going through it in my head like it was a movie clip. I knew there wasn’t going to be much I could do until I cleaned up most of the blood though, see how bad the damage was but from what I could tell so far, it was more than likely broken in two different places rather than just one. I wouldn’t know for certain until I checked it out more closely. Barnaby’s voice nearly made me jump but I calmed down a moment later and registered what he was saying. “Oh! I’m sorry; I just assumed you figured out…It’s me, Lily.” A nervous laugh left my lips, feeling just a bit stupid that I didn’t bother to tell him who I was since he couldn’t see. I just hoped that I really hadn’t made him uncomfortable or scared though considering I’d been helping him, I don’t think I was scaring him. When he yelled at me to stop, I did. Pushing away a bit and letting the roller chair take me back. It might have been a good thing that I backed away because I could see the bruise now forming not only around his nose better but also the bruise along the side of his head and another along his jaw. I could only guess what he looked like everywhere else that Tristan had hit him.

Pills!

I’d barely even heard him asking for them thanks to being lost in my thoughts but I grabbed them quickly and handed them to Barnaby, moving to get him water but stopped when I saw him just take them right away. Well, that saves me from getting up and getting water. “They should kick in soon enough. We have the best here.” I said quietly, pushing off the ground to stand up and walking over to one of the medical cabinets to get everything that I would need. “Barnaby, do you have another set of glasses? I’m sure you don’t like being blind right now.” Setting everything on a tray, I made my way back over and put everything to the side, looking at his nose with a worried look. I could fix it, probably get it to heal faster than a regular doctor but my mind was preoccupied by the fact that one of my teammates had done this to him. “I’m sorry my teammate is an a**. You didn’t deserve this at all…” I looked up at the clock at the end of the room, wondering if Kingston knew I was with Barnaby or not and that was why no one was here yet. I wanted to make sure that I could get his nose set and good before anyone came looking for him.

“I’m gonna have to finish cleaning your nose so I can get working on it. If it hurts, I’m really sorry but I am the best so when your nose heals up, you’d never guess it was broken!”

My wonderful little bit at trying to cheer him up and it was probably a fail but worth the shot. Moving back forward, I dipped the cloth into the water after moving it to a clean part and then got to work on Barnaby’s nose, trying to be as gently as I could. When I finally finished, I set the cloth into the water and then slid my fingers under his chin, pulling up so he’d move his head and I could get a look. “Alright, it’s stopped bleeding for now and it’s not as bad as I originally though it was which is really good.” Smiling, I moved my hand away from his chin and then looked at what I had. “So you’ve got two options and I’m going to let you decide since you’ve got the broken nose. I can either make a simple mold and use that as a cast which means your nose won’t move as much but you’ll be a little restricted in breathing or I can do it the traditional way and just wrap it up which might take longer to heal but you’ll be able to breathe through your nose more.” I had everything I needed for both but I wanted him to decide just in case I ended up picking something that he didn’t want.
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Knowing that it was Lily who was helping me made me feel a lot safer. We're not the best of friends, but I trust her. She's nice to me. And she's been really helpful so far, I trust her to help me out now. She was the one who got me out of there in the first place. I probably would have been hurt far worse than I was at the moment if she hadn't gotten me away from Tristan. "Th-Thank you." It comes out as more of a whisper. I know she probably can't hear me so I try again. "Thank you, Lily." Slightly louder. Probably audible at this point, and I'm too nervous to attempt it again. I nod at her mention of another pair of glasses. "In my room, by my bed. But it's alright...you don't have to get them." I don't want to make her get them for me, she's done enough for me already. I don't want to trouble her any more than I already am, since I'm troubling her a good deal just by being as broken as I am at this point. I can manage without my glasses. In fact, it's a good thing that I don't have them on right now. If I could see the blood, if I even saw the red I'd be out in a second. Fainting right now would be the worst thing that I could do. So, no glasses. I don't need them yet.

At the mention of Tristan I don't speak. I don't even want to talk about it. Maybe I did deserve it. Tristan certainly seemed to think that I did. I should have been watching where I was going. Instead I ran right into him and spilled his water all over him. No wonder he'd gone crazy on me. Tristan was a loose cannon and once he started something he couldn't be stopped until he was finished. In this case that thing was me. Okay, even I didn't think I deserved that brutal beating. If he'd left it at the punch in the nose, maybe I would. I do think that I did something wrong. But Tristan went overboard, but what else is new? I should have known how he was going to react. Even when I didn't do anything he would hit me. When I was just somewhere in the general vicinity he would bully me. So, me running into him and spilling water all over his shirt? Yes, that would have to draw a serious reaction. And it had. I was having trouble breathing, with not being able to breath out of my nose. My airway was starting to tighten from the stress. I pulled my inhaler from my pocket and released the medicine into my lungs, inhaling deeply. That was better.

I gritted my teeth and did my best to deal with the pain as Lily continued cleaning my nose. There was some whimpering involved. Pathetic, I know. The occasional gasp of pain, but I bit my tongue and didn't move. It was broken...obviously. But I hadn't thought about that until Lily had said it. I'd never broken my nose before. But there was a first for everything. I let her move my head around so that she could do whatever she needed to do with my nose. The pills were starting to work at this point. Naturally, they kicked in right after she finished cleaning up my nose. The pain started fading away until I couldn't even feel my nose. I started to feel a little sleepy, no doubt an effect of the pills. I just wanted to lay down and sleep, but I couldn't do that just yet. I listened to Lily as she gave me my options. There was no way that I could wear anything that restricted my breathing, my asthma wouldn't allow that. It was difficult enough to breathe sometimes even with the use of my nose. "I think you'll have to do the second one. My asthma won't do well with the first..." I could tell that my speech was slowing down. It wasn't slurred or anything, but it was slower. The pills were definitely working at this point.

I heard the door open and footsteps came over to us. "Mr. Monroe. You'll need to come down to Dr. Kingston's office immediately." I wasn't fully responsive, due to the pills. So, rather than just agreeing I said, "Can she finish fixing my nose? It's kind of screwed up. I didn't speak loudly. I didn't even know who it was that was there. "I also can't see...so that could be a problem." I didn't even know where I was looking. I was probably looking at a wall, in a completely different direction from where the person was standing. The teachers had finally found me it would seem. "Yes, but make it quick Ms. Petrov. Mr. Monroe, I'm to escort you down to Dr. Kingston's office. Someone else will be doing the same for Mr. Hillam." I cringe at the idea of being in the same room as Tristan again. But I'll go, because I have to.

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This part of the yard that I was walking down was not as crowded as the other five million and two places. The younger kids usually liked the fountain area or places to run and jump, as I had figured out a long, long time ago. On my way to the end of the path which was my destination as of now, I set my gaze towards the left side of the path. There was where all the flower beds were— the ones that had not been squished by trampling boots and sneakers of which I had been guilty in the past. The small flower kept close to the ground and almost hid themselves in their leaves. They might have been more interesting if I had not seen them so many hundreds of times before, so nowadays they served as a filler in my line of sight.

As I rounded the slow corner I was greeted by a familiar face. It took less than a second to recognize the long brunette hair and a slightly tired expression. Blake looked like she was not having the best of days. My bored look turned into a small smile as we walked toward each other. She seemed to notice me too because a sharp, guttural accent flew over to me with the word “Leonard!”. The pronunciation was a bit strange but it was usual. I've heard it a lot in the last four years since I met her and it was actually a lot better now. She was staring at me and I looked directly at her in acknowledgement I met her halfway, or less than so because she was walking a bit faster. The smile on her face was awkward and looked slightly forced though and it sunk into a more blank expression as I watched. I merely continued to smile my small smile and listened to her explanation about why she was walking in the opposite direction of me.

With that shameful admittance, my eyebrows shot up. "Really? Did you sleep in?” I did not have any academic classes with her so I had not missed having her around. If she had had a spare I might have, but she was not one to stick around a quiet, still library unless there was someone she was following there that day. In response it seemed, the girl dug into the bag she was holding and pulled out a brown paper bag, shoving it toward me. I took it gingerly, not understanding that she meant to actually give it to me to have instead of just to hold until she said “I an not allowed to have it.” I quickly shook my head and immediately gave it back to her. "Maybe later.”

It was a toss up between trusting the food made by either Blake or the chefs, and I had been living with the chefs longer than I had with Blake. I did not trust too many people enough to eat what they gave me if they made it themselves. But she was my teammate which put her a bit higher on the trusting scaling, and if she had wanted to poison me she probably would have done so a long, long time ago. Besides, it was hardly likely that someone who liked me would try to poison me. I was not hungry though, so it made so sense to carry around a bag of food that I was not going to eat, even with my lingering suspicion of foul play that was still neglecting to fade.

However, her next statement made my lips twitch up a bit. "I have been living with them for longer than I have with you,” I pointed out. "I'm pretty sure that I know the chefs well enough to say they aren't going to suddenly try to kill anyone off. There is no reason for them to attempt to kill someone, or they would have done it by now. Then there would be people dropping like flies all over and this school would turn into a vicious grounds for murder, deception and conflict. More than it already is, that is.” I waited for her to reclaim the lunch that she apparently was not going to eat before adding, "And it would be a good idea to eat that if you're hungry. It's not a good idea to starve yourself. Save that for the weekends or days off if you really have to.” Missing class was not a good enough reason to not eat lunch, especially since I knew mission training usually required alertness and energy. Trying to skip out of a meal if you were even the least bit hungry in Haven was not a good choice.

I started to walk again, making sure the dark auburn haired defender was in step. I was going to slowly make my way back around to the building and duck in for a juice box or something before I had to go change. "Why aren't you in the caf?” I asked as I shoved my hand back into my pocket and shrugged back the long sleeves of my bright royal blue shirt so that they felt more comfortable. "I'm pretty sure everyone's there. But I haven't gone in for lunch.” I might have been unwilling to deal with any certain torment that day.

There was a sudden squeal from behind us and I glanced back to see three younger kids rushing toward the school with eager looks on their faces. Haven did not take in that many students, but there were enough to be segregated into age groups. Some of them actually died in missions, which then lowered the student population some more. There had been a couple recent ones, and one involving a team that Tristan had been on. I don't know if he knows I know, because I don't think he really acknowledges I exist sometimes. I would love to show him that I do, because it feels absolutely horrible to be completely ignored even when your a few feet away. But anyhow, back to the running kids. I did not know where they were going but I stopped and stared after them. I caught an excited, "Come on! Hurry! We'll miss it!" from the leading youngster. "What's that about?” I questioned, not expecting Blake to know since she had been right by my side for the last couple minutes and those three were running away from a distance.

What could possibly be so exciting in the building that everyone was running for? I secretly hoped that they would be late for it if I could not know about it. It might be free pudding or apples, or a chance to actually explode something. I looked after them for a few more seconds before crinkling my forehead and shaking my head and turning back to fully face the building. My interest was piqued now.

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Still in pain, I hopped on one foot and started backing away from the crowd. I felt a great jolt of annoyance as some b***h called me a b***h. I didn't want a fight. I wanted to turn around and just apologize for stepping on her, even though I didn't mean to and even though she should be more worried about the food flying around her. But I changed my mind very quickly when I saw it was Caralynn. I hated the idiot, so I wasn't going to apologize this time. Well, b***h, you want a b***h, you get it! "[******** you! That costs a thousand bucks, so what, you stupid bimbo?!" Honestly, Dior boots? I had ten of those just in my dorm room and even more back at home. I could donate some to her if she wanted. She obviously needed it, since she cared so much about last season's boots. What about me, huh? Wearing this season's collection, which I bought in Milan, and now totally covered in noodles and soup and god knows what. There was no hope left that these stains would be removed. Maybe Caralynn would want them. It would be a huge update to her fricking wardrobe.

But the blonde-trapped-in-a-brunette's-body had decided to flee, like the coward that she was, and flew under the table. I was getting confused, and was very surprised as Tristan received a full hit on the chin by Suri, where did she even come from? "Stop! Don't!" I called out to her but too late, Tristan had turned to see who it was that dared interrupt, massaging his jaw, and was about to raise his hand and actually punch Suri until Nikko stopped him, actually he had his arm twisted to the side at a very dangerous angle. I knew that could break Tristan's arm at any second and with the anticipated mission, Alpha didn't need an Onyx with a broken arm. It was less intimidating to the bad guys. With Tristan's arm pulled back, Lily had pulled Barney out of the mess, receiving a few blows herself, but thank God she came, the poor guy's face was so broken up, that it was actually gross. I knew that Barney was gonna be okay from then on. Lily was a good medic, the best, actually. She was gonna take care of him.

My foot still hurt, though, and since Tristan was yelling in pain from Nikko twisting his arm, I breathed in and kicked Nikko's shin, hoping that would be painful enough to make him let go. But at the same time, my foot only shot up more pain. I didn't want to cry, but I wanted to scream at everyone to stop. Stop throwing food, stop showering me with soda, just to stop. And then some idiot pushed me and since I was already doing a balancing act on one foot, I fell down and received a few kicks.

Times like this, I hate being small. I shrieked, and then I smelled a horrendous mix of soups and meats of beef, chicken and fish coming down on me. I was half-expecting that someone had thrown up on me before I realized that it was just someone picking me up. You know...like a fricking baby. I put my arm around whoever it was and felt curly hair brushing at my hand. It definitely wasn't Nikko, as he wouldn't pick me up gently so much as push me. And I only knew one other person with curly hair: Dally.

"It's fine." I half-lied, trying to look like a brave hero. Yeah, my foot hurt but those kicks I received probably broke my boobs. Wait, was it even possible to break your boobs? I've endured worse, but pain is still pain. I didn't want to show Dallas that, though. He was one of the few people who believed that I could handle the spy business and everything else that came with it, I wasn't going to give him a reason to doubt me now.

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When Leonard handed my lunch back I took it, Looking at him with a rather confused expression. It hadn't really dawned on me that he could have trust issues with me, maybe I just trusted him too much because he was my teammate. Was that good that I could trust people who were on my team? It could have possibly been a mistake that I shouldn't make but who was I to dig into this thought when I was holding a bag with a ham sandwich in it? "Yes." I chirped happily at his question about me sleeping in, not pleased that I had slept in but happy because I was opening up that brown bag and grabbing my sandwich. Leonard started walk along the path and I turned around, starting to walk with him. I dropped the brown baggy in my bigger bag and started to nibble at my sandwich. I ripped off the pieces of ham that were sticking out and chewed them.

I enjoyed Leonard's company; he was very honest with me unlike a lot of people. I considered what he said about the lunch people in the cafeteria. It was almost shocking how right he was, if they wanted to kill students then they could do so very easily yet the students decided to put their trust into them anyway and continue to eat the cafeteria food that was provided. I felt as though this empowered to continue making my own lunches but at the same time I felt bad for making Leonard upset with me for saying that. "I apologize; I did not mean to insult the cooks." I nod my head then take another bite of my sandwich. “Though I have not been here as long as you, so am I allowed to not trust them like you have? And when I have been here as long as you then perhaps I will put my faith into them and eat the cafeteria food.” This discussion was rather serious for just being about food and the cooks but this was normal for me wasn’t it? I always just had to get into a discussion with Leonard; it was easier to speak with him then with others.

My sandwich falls onto the ground as a few students bump into me. I stare down at it, frowning at the loss of my meal. I looked up at the cafeteria when Len asks me what was going on and the corner of my lip twitches at the memory of the students bumping into me. I dislike any amount of shock that goes through my body; it’s like a replay of my fear taking control. “I’m unsure of the events that seem to be happening in the cafeteria.” I huff slightly and cross my arms, tilting my head to the right and stared at the building then looked over at Leonard. “Perhaps we should see?” I replied with a raised eyebrow then proceeded forward to the building with Leonard walking beside me. When we entered the building apparently there was an all out food war that those students were running to.

A bunch of food landed on my face but it did not faze me, I stood there and calmly wiped it off my face, then raised my arm to try and stop the food some people threw at Leonard. “This is not entertaining.” I say to him in a louder tone so he can hear me. This was not enjoyable one bit; everyone was screaming and running around, knocking into each other and tossing food from their plates. Some people were getting into fights, when I squinted I thought I saw Tristan and a few others fighting. I gulp and start to breathe harder. "Tristan ist mit Menschen kämpfen, glauben Sie, wir sollten beginnen werfenden Lebensmittel genauso gut oder eben warten einige Lehrer diese zu stoppen?" I speak to him in German, not actually realizing how nervous I was by this fight. Did Leonard even understand German?

Translation: "Tristan is fighting with people, do you think we should begin throwing food as well or just wait for some teachers to stop this?"
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Someone ran past Blake separating us momentarily and knocking her meal to the ground, and I caught the indignant look that she shot after him. Her sandwich was long gone now. I watched her carefully, as she turned to stare after them also. She did not know what the commotion was about either, but she was willing to find out and I was definitely up for an investigation. Anything that people running to it was worth at least taking a peek at.

On the way to the building I contemplated telling her that it was not that I did not trust her to give me food, but that I trusted the cooks with the food more and I also was not hungry. I don't think it would have mattered one way or the other whom I trusted just as long as Blake thought I needed some food; since it was still relatively early into lunch she most likely guessed that I had not gotten anything. I decided to keep that to myself and replace the silence with a couple small statistics about the previous missions that teams had gone on before this current set of teams were put together. It was not that gruesome considering that we were hormonal teenagers being trained to be a hit-man team and then sent out into dangerous situations: there had been only four deaths from missions in the last twenty years and more than fifty failed missions in the last ten years. Those failed missions were failed missions, not just botched and thrown back together and fixed missions, so they were pretty good stats.

The noise was coming from the cafeteria when we entered the building and so we were drawn to it like flies or ants to honey. There was a food fight going on and a furious looking blond alpha onyx in the middle of the fray, only he was not flinging food, rather flinging punches. I walked forward a few steps, looking in a fascinated, strangled delight at the mess being created. I did enjoy a good ruckus even if it was bound to get us all into a lot of trouble. Who really cared how this had started? It was awesome! Blake caught a piece of mushy bread that had almost gone kersplat into my face. I glanced at her, her once clean face now streaked with something yellow and goopy. I wrinkled my nose but allowed a grin to grace my lips, bouncing slightly on the balls of my feet.

Being the rule-follower she was, she immediately shot down the fun in this. I shrugged, keen to jump in but also very, very wary of the vicious looking Tristan in the middle of everything. "It looks pretty good to me!” I exclaimed, but then winced as something hard enough to hurt hit the side of my eye and I looked back to the screaming teens flinging food. "But Tristan looks like he's going to kill someone.” That was more than enough reason to back out of the room now. I thought I could see a blotch of red on his cheek but because of all the sauces, sandwiches and salads being tossed right, left and center I could not be sure.

I twisted, restless suddenly, then heard a barrage of guttural words coming in my direction. The language: German, her native tongue and a pain in the butt to deal with when she got overwhelmed. I knew Spanish, French, some Arabic, Portuguese and some more, but German was in that 'some' category of languages that I was working on— it was one of the languages I had started when I had joined Delta and learned that one of my teammates did not immediately speak English in some dire situations. I caught the words “Tristan-- fighting with people—or wait for teachers--” I blinked, dodging someone's chunk of chicken as it zoomed toward me but not being able to sidestep the small container of mustard as it bounced off my shirt and left a colossal, dripping yellowed spot right under my ribs. I did not have to know the complete sentences to know what she was asking. "By golly if you want to stay, be my guest!” I stated, backing away from the screeching mess of people as I quickly started to unbutton my shirt. Hopefully my vest was not stained as well. Some soap and water from the bathroom could probably patch it up if I was lucky.

That was where I was headed next now. The door handle stuck into my spine as I backed up and tried to escape this excitement. I had to leave before I got dragged in then accidentally ended up flinging food at Tristan— or Rachel whom I just spotted. Now I really had to leave before I saw someone else who looked for any excuse to push me around and force me to fight back. It was a pity too, because I really wanted to join in the friendly, fun environment. . . Why did Tristan have to be all angry and in the midst of it all? It just turned everything around so horribly!

"C'mon,” I encouraged as my elbow forced the door opened and I escaped back out into the hall and took a couple long steps away from the doors, pulling my shirt off my shoulders and indifferently looking at the small blotch of tan-ish coloured wetness on my undershirt. "I'm gonna wash this off,” I told my teammate as I gave my shirt a small flick, straightening it out and holding it by the collar as I started over to the bathroom. She was welcome to just follow me right in since I was more than certain that most people were not concerned about bathrooms when there was a food fight ensuing meters away. I waltzed right in and headed to the sink, turning it on and flooding the sauce-mess spot, rubbing at it with my fingers. At least I knew that it would come out without a stain since it was just put there less than two minutes ago. Not too many others in that room could say the same after that. However, I failed to notice the splattering on my jeans, and those would probably leave some pretty marks later.

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[MEGA dwarf PLANET]

xillusion shadeI HAD YOUR BACK shade I BACKED YOU UP
xillu「But what↝ever✸I did was never enough :⊰
xillusionNo one matters like you do shade ( You know what I'm talking about, don't you? )
xillusion shade xillu↗ WHAT GOES AROUND ★ x COMES AROUND
xillusion shaYou should know by now
xillusion ●» Bet you never ─ thought that I could ⇡ break ☫❜ you
xillusion shade xillusionDID YOU THINK THAT I WOULD LOOK THE OTHER WAY
xillusion shadYEAH ↺ you had it (♔) all figured out
xillBut tell me who's ⇥ the one that's crying now☭

I found it all very entertaining. The screaming, the punching, the bleeding Barnaby. "Fight him, damn it!" I yelled at Barnaby. Seriously, what a wimp. How does he even survive their missions? He doesn't look like he can run from anything. I mean, I know I'm someone to be afraid of, I get it. I can be a big b***h sometimes, like I'm on a permanent PMS. But if Barnaby couldn't handle me, he couldn't possibly handle Tristan. Tristan had some anger management issues and he was a pompous a** sometimes. Okay, maybe a lot of times but I can handle him. He's cool to be around. Why? Because he knows that I can kick his d**k just as well as I can blow it. Of course, I haven't really done anything with Tristan yet. Depressed guys really aren't that fun to hang around with, much less have sex with. I could be screaming in pleasure and he'd be crying over his dead girlfriend. I feel like I'm sharing too much information now.

But anyways, if Barnaby couldn't handle me, or Tristan, then how the ******** does he handle the bad guys he has to deal with on missions? Or does he just cower in the corner while the rest of his team does the physical stuff? Maybe that's why Beta isn't gonna beat Alpha any time soon. Because Beta, whether they would accept it or not, would never be as united as Alpha is. Or even Gamma. People may think that we Gamma Angels don't take anything seriously but at least our heads are completely in the game, we don't waste our time worrying about some stupid rivalry.

Why am I always so off topic? I snapped back into reality when I saw Asuriana swinging and hitting Tristan. Oh no, not this b***h. As her fist landed a punch to Tristan's jaw, I grabbed her hair and pulled, "Why don't you let them have their fun before I punch a hole in your face, you dumbass?" I whispered in her ear before pushing her aside like the trash that she was. She probably would be distracted by a piece of toast with Jesus's image burned on it or something before she even retorts. But when I looked back, Tristan's arm was being pulled back, and Barnaby the loser was taken away by that kill-joy, Lily Petrov. Really? She had to come in and be the hero and ruin all the fun?

"You missed a spot!" I yelled at the person next to me and threw a cup of macaroni salad at her face, riding the food-fight wave ride. Hey, I could always change my clothes, and buy three new outfits to replace this ruined one. Why not just have fun and let it be worth it when we all get in trouble when the teachers come along?

ooc: outfit at the top photo.

[silly_little_game]

ASURIANA MELODY CLARKE--------------

→ topaz ̚

DON'T YOU DARE LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW
DARLING EVERYTHING'S ON FIRE
THE WAR OUTSIDE OUR DOOR KEEPS RAGING ON
HOLD ON TO THIS LULLABY, EVEN WHEN THE MUSIC'S GONE

Oh, s***. Why did I do that? I looked up at Tristan, trying not to shrink back as he turned around and massaged his jaw. Right where I punched him. Why was I so stupid? He raised his arm, and I braced myself for the blow that was sure to come. But before he could deliver the punch, Nikko intercepted and bent his arm. I was pushed off to the side. I was grateful my face wasn't smashed in, but angry at Nikko for coming in. That wasn't his fight! I was dealing with it fine. Sort of.

Suddenly my head was yanked back. Every hair in my head screamed, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel. That girl had been bullying me from the day she found out I had ADHD. She has never given me a day of peace. "Why don't you let them have their fun before I punch a hole in your face, you dumbass?" What. A. B***h. She shoved me off to the side, and my head banged against the side of a table. My skull pounded, and I could already feel a lump forming. "Sarina, you f*****g w***e!" I screamed, knowing she would cringe at the sound of her real name. Unfortunately, before I could follow her to punch a hole in her face, I was sidetracked by the fight again. Crap, my meds must have been wearing off. My mind had that familiar buzzing in it that only meant on thing. I needed those pills. And now. But the crowd was too thick, and if I left now, I wouldn't be able to make it back to the center.

Now Nikko was twisting Tristan's arm at a seriously dangerous angle. I had to say, I was surprised Nikko managed to hold him there. Tristan was pretty tall, and muscular, I guess. And Nikko, well, he seemed sort of scrawny. I mean, the kid has at least two inches on me, and probably weighs the same as me.

I watched as Delilah kicked Nikko in the shin. Ouch. That must have hurt at least a little. She may be small, but I wouldn't mess with her. I found myself staring all around the room. I couldn't focus on any one thing, and my brain was working at warp speed. I should have taken my meds then and there, but my freaking annoying impulsiveness combined with my ADHD caused me to run right back up to Tristan and look him right in the eye. He looked seriously pissed now. Something told me he wasn;t all there at times like this. He sort of got all murderous and wierd. What a creep.

I raised my hand for another hit, because apparently, I didn't learn from experience. The fact that I had almost been decapited by him didn't even cross my mind. I was way too energetic to even care at the moment. As I swung, I found my glance darting around the cafeteria again. It was hard to concentrate on anything, even my punch, which seemed to be heading in the direction of Tristan's jaw again. He would probably block it, though. He was trained for these things all the time, just like the rest of us. But, being better at long distance fighting, Tristan probably had the upper hand in this fight. I was too freaking hyper to care, though. Damn my disorder.


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JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES, THE SUN IS GOING DOWN
YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT, NO ONE CAN HURT YOU NOW
COME MORNING LIGHT
YOU AND I'LL BE SAFE AND SOUND
emptyspaceemptyspaceempty

[dark lord stormaggedon]

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Being constantly surrounded by kids was literally starting to make me feel sick. Maybe it was because a good portion of them annoyed me or maybe it was because they were all a constant reminder that I shouldn’t be here right now. So I’d had an attack or two during a mission. They didn’t need to punish me for something I couldn’t control. I would have done fine outside of Haven if I got a bit more organized.

It's been four months already. Get the ******** over it.

No matter how many times I tried to, I just couldn't do it. I had tried just about everything I could to move on but nothing worked which just made me pity myself even more. Even I was starting to find my constant mood annoying. I wanted - needed - out of this place but at the same time I knew it wasn't happening anytime soon. What made things even worse was as much as I wanted to be angry at the whole situation, I couldn't be. I was just plain ******** depressed.

So depressed, so alone. Cry me a ******** river.

"I really don't need this right now." I said to no one as I pulled a lighter and my cell phone from my bag. s**t, I'm going to miss lunch, I thought as I checked the phone for the time before putting it back in the canvas and setting it on the table. One more, I decided and took out another cigarette from the pack I had been smoking. The second I lit it up, another girl came barging in. Just my luck.

"Could've sworn I'd locked it." I muttered before putting the cigarette in my mouth and inhaling.

"Couldn't you have just went outside?" the girl asked, trying to wave away the smoke to no avail.

"Couldn't you have just used another bathroom?" I shot back without skipping a beat. "If I wanted to go outside, I would have gone outside."

"You're going to give both of us ca-"

"If you say cancer, I'm going to bash your head into the wall. Idiot." I interrupted coldly before continuing to smoke. I heard her let out a disgusted "Ugh." and a few seconds later she headed back out into the hallway. If she was stupid enough to think that being in here for twenty seconds was going to give her a terminal disease or that I actually gave a s**t whether I dropped dead or not, she probably wasn't a very bright girl.

After I was done, I put the cigarette out (at least I hoped it was out) and threw it in the bin before I turned around to face the mirrors behind me to make sure I looked okay before leaving. Good to go. I picked my bag up from the counter and headed out of the door towards the cafeteria. I wasn't exactly hungry but I knew if I didn't eat, I would be and with the way thing were going, it'd be at the worst moment.

You reek of cigs and you don't even care. Classy, Paige, Classy.

"I smell hell of a lot better than half of the other people here." I said before I had even realized what I was doing. I was supposed to ignore any voices I heard, not start a conversation with them (no matter how tempting it was at times). I'd been told that the symptoms were supposed to completely go away once I started taking my medication, but once in a while I still heard thing. Obviously they weren't as bad as without my injections but they were still there. Of course as far as anyone else was concerned, my Haldol had been working perfectly fine ever since I'd switched off of the pills. I'd already been hospitalized twice, I didn't really need a third time.

The second I opened the door into the cafeteria, I regretted my decision. I had absolutely no idea what had just landed on my shirt but it looked a mix of guacamole, gelatin, and mustard. "That's nice. Really wonderful." I said to myself as I tried to get the crap off of me. To make matters even worse, through all the flying food and the kids throwing the food, the one thing that had to catch my eye was that one girl Suri punching someone in the face. As I got closer, I could see that the someone was Tristan and now Rachel had Suri by her hair.

Don't help her, she can handle her own. Don't help her, she can handle her own. Dont help her she ca-

My mantra was working perfectly fine until she decided to try and hit Tristan again. "Oh for ******** sake, are you kidding me?" I yelled loudly. I didn't even look like she was paying attention to what she was doing. The second I reached her, I pulled her away from Tristan without hesitation. I didn't care how much she hated me looking after her, she obviously needed to be stopped. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

OOC) sorry i didn't get to this before. i've been sorta busy. outfit.



FACT ISN'T WHAT YOU SEE.

[ShadowbornLynn]

WEEP FOR HERSELF, MY MAN
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I felt almost like a child when Leonard said I could stay if I wanted. I stood there for just a moment, feeling rather abandoned by my teammate in this sea of food. I didn’t even notice the frown that was growing on my face when more food hit my back. I pulled my bag closer to myself and yelled for Len to wait for me as I chased after him through all the chaos, protecting my bag from the food. It wasn’t as fancy or expensive as a lot of bags that the other females had but it had a bunny on it, and I really enjoyed animals as cute as bunnies, kitties, doggies, lamas and so on. In my rush to exit the cafeteria I was once again hit by food, feeling sauce drip down my neck, ah, now I had to wash my hair.

I busted out the door, only giving slight thought to Tristan beating up other kids. I didn’t like when he did that, I kept giving him chocolate, thinking he was feeling better but the next day he would stat beating up people. I didn’t understand why the candy wasn’t working, maybe someone needed to give him a hug, alas, my hugs were not that sufficient in relaxing harsh emotions or sad emotions. I squealed as I slid on my heel, landing on my butt. I sat there and pouted, looking up at Leonard while he pulled off his shirt and told me he was heading into the bathroom. I sat there for a minute and sighed, slumping my shoulders as a few students ran out of the cafeteria and past me. I pulled myself to my feet and stared at the door to the men's bathroom and started to pace outside the room waiting for Leonard.

I didn’t want to enter the bathroom because it was for boys but I hated waiting for people and being all lonely. It was awkward that I was standing right outside the bathroom and people kept passing me, looking at me whilst I waited for Leonard. I bit my lip and pondered on entering the restroom, I mean, most everyone was in the cafeteria, yes? I opened the door and clamped my hands to my face. “Leonard?” I take two steps very carefully forward then continue and run into one of the stalls. “Ow…” I slowly remove my hands and look over at him. “Is the stain coming out?” I examine the clothing he was holding under the water then look up to the mirror, seeing my face that was covered in food; it was not a delightful sight.

I walk over, standing beside him and turn on the faucet, waiting for the water to warm up so I could clean my face. I stared down at his shirt then up at him. “I’ve never been in the men’s room before…. Kind of stinky.” I laugh, undoing the giant braid that held all my hair and leaned down to the sink, trying to wash my hair off. After I did the best with that I braided it again. “The teachers will not be happy with us.” I mumble, reaching back down and getting my hands wet. I leaned back over and started washing the nasty food off my face.


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xxDIDN'T I MY DEAR...

[fire beats roses]

xxx ▬ I NEED ANOTHER STORY
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Stupid b***h, trying to interrupt my work. I was actually enjoying what I was doing. Monroe was a good venting...ah...instrument. The dude doesn't even fight back. I could feel all my pent-up anger flowing from me to him. But then I felt that pain as I was punched on the mouth. Fortunately, I didn't bite my tongue down. Unfortunately, as I watched stars dance in front of my eyes for a few moments, I let go of Barnaby. And when I looked down, he was already being pulled away by my own team member. What the ********?! Another flare of anger came over me again as I turned to who ruined my fun.

Would you look at that? Asuriana Clarke. I found myself not giving a damn that she was a girl. Anyone who interrupts me when I'm pissed off gets it. Barnaby was long gone, and though I wasn't going to beat Asuriana up like I did Barnaby, she still needed to be taught a lesson. I raised my arm to do an upper-cut to her stomach when someone grabbed my arm and twisted it far back.

❝Ah!❞ The pain! What the hell was wrong with Nikko?! Didn't he have Kensington to protect or something?! I forgot all about beating up or punching anyone, right now I was more worried about my arm and how it could potentially be a liability in the future mission. I needed my arm. Barnaby doesn't need his face, he could hide behind his laptop or something. I was bending my body so my shoulder wouldn't dislocate. And then I felt Nikko's grip loosen when Delilah kicked his shin.

That was enough for me to escape from his grasp, and I pulled away. Rachel had taken care of Asuriana--and rightfully so. I did have second thoughts on punching women, so Rachel being an attention-whore made it better for everyone. I was panting and looking around at the people now throwing food, when I caught sight of Asuriana aiming another punch. Seriously? I was about to dodge her attack, which seemed uncoordinated. What--was Rachel's hair-grab all it took for her brain to scramble? But Paige pulled her away from me before I could hit her. Shame, I wouldn't regret the second time.

Before I could pull Paige away and actually do anything painful to Asuriana, I heard a commanding voice behind me: "What is going on here?!" Oh sweet Jesus. Denver Garner, really? That man has a vibrator up his a**. He's so uptight. Not to mention, he'd make up any excuse to send anyone who isn't a Sapphire in detention. The whole cafeteria quieted down in a snap. Some people were frozen with their hands raised, mashed potatoes dripping from their fingers. There was silence while everyone waited for a brave person's response. I broke it. ❝It's a food fight, sir.❞ I answered him, looking at him in the eye while rubbing my sore shoulder. "I see that, Hillam. And who started this food fight?" I could feel the entire cafeteria's eyes on me. ❝I did.❞ I answered. I saw Saints coming up behind Garner, and I looked down, realizing for the first time that I was a mess with ketchup and yogurt all over me.

I could see the glee all over Garner's face. But before he could hand me any torturous detention, Saints intercepted. "Follow me, Tristan." I couldn't read his expression, couldn't tell if he was angry. As our trainer, he's mastered the art of lying and deceiving. I had no choice but to follow him, my hair smelling like mustard, with ketchup stains all over my shirt and pants. Saints didn't talk. I knew about the human psyche, at least, and I knew that he was trying to restrain himself from strangling me. He was obviously not happy with what I did. And we didn't talk as we walked the halls of Haven. I was expecting him to lead me back to the dorm to at least let me change. I wasn't stupid, I knew I was in trouble but beating Monroe up was damn worth it. He did lead me to Kingston's office.

Oh s**t. This is worse than I expected. Maybe, I should go back to Garner? Too late, though. Saints opened the office door, looking me in the eye and still not talking. I glared back at him and entered the office grudgingly.

Kingston was standing behind her desk, her arms crossed and looking very disappointed indeed. "You do know that this could suspend you from doing any missions, right, Tristan?" I cringed at the sound of my first name. Kingston was like my mother. Except she wasn't. I didn't answer her. I kept my mouth shut because I might not have the self-restraint to prevent myself from spewing out a bunch of colorful profanities at her.

"Sit down, Tristan. We're waiting for Barnaby." she said, while Saints closed the door. I did what she asked, and sat on the couch. I didn't want to wait for Barnaby, I wanted to get the hell out of there and shower.

She sat in front of me in an arm chair and we stared at each other. I got sick of looking at her face, so I looked down at my knuckles, which revealed raw skin from hitting Monroe. It stung, too. But it was a sting I was used to. The situation and the silence in the office was so awkward, however, that I was sure that was what therapy felt like.

[Ouji_no_Ai]

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The stain was coming out as expected. Warm water and a bit of liquid soap really did the trick. I could not wear it for a while though because of the huge wet splotch that was now part of the shirt. Blake had opted to follow me into the men's room and looking at her in the mirror was a bit horrifying, though how I had missed all the gunk in her hair earlier was easy to spot. She had had a ball trying to keep, and successfully keeping, most of the food off of me. Unfortunately for her, she was now even more covered in food than I was and we had not been in the cafeteria that long. A dripping reddish something was matted into her hair and she was covering her eyes as if there was something that she should not see in here. I gave her my attention for a few seconds.

"There isn't anyone naked in here you know.” It amused me when she did not let her hand fall away and ended up walking into the side of a stall. She did not walk into it hard since she was treading cautiously, but she did mutter a sound of pain that did not sound too convincing. I looked from her food-covered self to the soapy shirt in my hands as she finally realized that there was no one in the bathroom and came over. I stole a glance at her reaction to seeing herself, smiling as she finally got a good look at herself. "I know it's not honey, but some people say that honey in your hair makes it softer,” I told her as she reached for the tap. I thought I read that it only worked for some hair types though, but did not mention that in case the brunette took offence to it or started worrying about her hair. He had not notice the German do that when she was not letting herself be pulled into some sort of extreme girly conversation, but there was a first time for everything.

The comment toward the men's room smell did not matter to me one way or the other. It was not as if I spent a whole lot of time in them. "This one is. It's probably the most used since its close to the cafeteria and is easily accessible from outside. Not all of them are like this, and besides, we don't spend as much time as girls do with all their make-up and pruning so it does not bother most people. The bathrooms upstairs close to the medical training room and the computer labs are the cleanest, though the girl's bathroom by the science classrooms are pretty disgusting.”

I set my shirt aside and wet a bit of paper towel, dabbing at my vest and tutting when the wetness made the material feel icky against my chest. I looked at my reflection, my hair its usual flyaway, half curly style and my dark ringed eyes adding strangely to the botch of dampness on my vest which gave the impression that I was coming out of a hangover. That might not go over well with Kingston. Blake, however, was somehow managing to tame that mess of hair she had let loose and was cleaning the sauce out of it. I tossed the paper towel away and waited patiently as she mumbled something, her hands deftly redoing the braid in her hair. Call it what you will, but I thought braiding was a relatively easy way to practice keeping up the dexterity in your fingers when you were bored and had someone nearby with long hair; the faster and neater you could braid. . . well, no, there was no advantage there. It was just a practice run.

I returned to the sink and joined her in washing her face, my own feeling slightly disgusting after witnessing the food fight. It was always better to join in once one of those things happened, that way you did not feel so disgusting after walking out of it. It was fun! I wiped the water off my face quickly then hunt for more paper towel, quickly drying off my face before collecting some for Blake. I waited before handing it to her when she was done.

"There's supposed to be a mission coming up soon,” I said out of the blue. My plaid blue shirt was flopped over the next sink and I grabbed it up, slinging it over my shoulder before brushing a hand over the damp botch on my chest. It was not something I was going to expand on because I knew nothing about it, and even if I did it was not as if I had a wonderful team to work with. Blake was on my team, so I should not be sarcastic with that sentence because she was a nice girl, but oh my gosh she could be a push-over! It did not take long for two people trying to get others on their side to turn to her and confuse the hell out of her. Bribery with candy worked as well, which was always a good thing to keep in mind if you really wanted to win.

I had the sudden feeling that something had stopped. The food fight maybe? News traveled fast around Haven so it would not be surprising if someone had come to break it up. "There'll be people flocking over here in a minute. You might want to make it out of here alive,” was my attempt at a 'hurry up' sort of statement. I started toward the door, glancing out of it and seeing Tristan and Professor Garner walking past, neither of whom looked particularly cheerful. That could not be good.

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[silly_little_game]

ASURIANA MELODY CLARKE--------------

→ topaz ̚

DON'T YOU DARE LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW
DARLING EVERYTHING'S ON FIRE
THE WAR OUTSIDE OUR DOOR KEEPS RAGING ON
HOLD ON TO THIS LULLABY, EVEN WHEN THE MUSIC'S GONE

So, here I am, in the same position as last time. Except Tristan is probably going to punch me this time. Wow, was this a bad situation to be in. I get ready to defend myself. But, of course, someone else decided to butt into the fight again. What was with this goddamn school? Everyone seems to think I can't handle things myself. Just because I have ADHD doesn't mean I am incapable of taking care of myself. "Oh, for ******** sake, are you kidding me?" I turn around and find Paige Reagan strutting over. Oh, for the love of god. This girl thinks that it's her job to take care of me, like I can't do anything on my own. She should just listen to me and f*** off.

Paige tugs me away from Tristan before he can retaliate again. What a shame. I want a reason to hit him again. I frequently find myself wishing I could punch him in the face, and here I had the perfect oppurtunity. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Paige demands. For some reason this question annoys the hell out of me. I let out a laugh. "Oh, I thought you knew. If you haven't noticed, I have f*****g ADHD." I snarl. As soon as I finish my sentence, I find myself losing interest in Paige. Instead, I noticed that Tristan was giving me downright murderous glares. Just as he was starting towards me, He was stopped by Garner. Serves him right.

My eyes wander around the cafeteria, and I know that I should get to my meds before I get too distracted. "Now, if I were you, I would f**k off, because I'm not a two year old. I can look after myself. I don't need your help.' I brush past Paige, making sure to bump her fairly hard as I walk by. I head over to my table, which is now covered in various foods that had once been neatly on trays. Thankfully, my pack has been, for the most part, spared of any terrible damage. I pick it up and rummage around for my meds, pop them in, and swallow them dry.

I know it'll take a little while for them to kick in, it always takes at least fifteen minutes. Tristan is now being escorted out the cafeteria by Garner. Hopefully he'll get a good dozen detentions, or more. But any punishment won't be enough for what he did to Branaby's face. Where is Barnaby anyway? I should find him. I make my way out of the lunch room. But down the hall, I get distracted by the pictures on the wall. And then the pattern of the floor. It's taking all of my self control not to bounce off the walls.

Around twenty minutes later I'm halfway across the campus when my head finally starts to clear up. Thinking straightly, I manage to walk to my dorm without being terribly sidetracked. I've calmed down quite a bit, and back at my dorm I'm able to inspect the lump on my head, from when I banged against the table. Kudos to Rachel, it hurts. It's throbbing painfully, about the size of a quarter on the side of my forhead. Not bleeding too profusely, just a little trickle of blood. Definitely going to be black and blue later. I clean it up quickly an routinely. Disinfect, then an icepack, and finally a bandage. Nothing I haven't done hundreds of times before.

The lunch break is almost over, so I head to my next class.


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JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES, THE SUN IS GOING DOWN
YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT, NO ONE CAN HURT YOU NOW
COME MORNING LIGHT
YOU AND I'LL BE SAFE AND SOUND
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