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Alice Little was normal. She didn't care for much other then video games and rock music. And about 5 people. But what happens when the security of the United States is threatened and she's forced to protect what she loves?

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And Then She was Toastered

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by joeykelley

by joeykelley

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This is for Krista, who made me write the next chapter.
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After running into Jay, who I had successfully been avoiding since we were approved to return to school, my day went pretty smoothly. If you call getting detention for smacking a bully with a toaster "smoothly. "

I had just walked into a cooking class, which I had only joined because of the free food, when Kate walked up to me. Kate was 5 foot 9 and thick, but she felt the need to make others feel bad about themselves. I've been back for 3 months, and she just now comes over to me. This was new.

"Hey, so I heard you liked girls." She stated loud enough for her small group if friends to hear.

"Yeah what about it?" I don't.

"You'll go to hell for that." Gaydar is sounding.

"Seriously, how's Narnia this time of the year?" I smirk at her, proud of my witty come back.

"What? Did you just reference a child's show?" She grows impatient so I just shrug and remove the toaster from the top cabinet so I could get started on out assignment.

Then, she makes the first move. She slaps me. Slapped. Do people still do that? I thought that was a five year old thing but apparently it can also be a seventeen year old thing. But her slapping me wasn't the most immature thing to happen. As retaliation for the slap I swing around fully intending to punch the bully. The problem was I was still holding to toaster.

So with a moments reasoning that I would prefer to break it on her face instead of dropping it to the floor with the same result, I hit her with a toaster.

So that is how I ended up sitting lacrosse from the principle Mr.Smith.

"So, miss Little," he began, "I would like you and miss Joan to tell me what you are in her for. Since I see miss Joan weekly, I'll allow her to speak first. Miss Joan?"

"I smacked her" she said it in a bored fashion.

"Miss Little?" Smith waited and I grew nervous.

"Uhm, I remastered her, sir." I said resisting the urge to studder.

One blink. I wait.
Two blinks. Still waiting.

"Excuse me? He asked me. "Well, miss Little, you have detention after school today. Miss Joan, yours is tomorrow."