Shattered Fragments

Chapter 2

"On the roof, Willow," my father read and re-read the letter from school, "Are you f****** kidding me?! Last day of school shenanigans, huh?! Who set you up to it?!"
"No one, dad. I did it myself."
"Tell him to mind his own business!" advised Sass, who had arrived the moment the argument started. Her ginger Afro, tight clothes, and makeup set her aside from me, but we were still the same when it came down to it. Except she was just plain rude.
"Well, your mothers's taking you to PKSP tomorrow," PKSP stood for Psychotic Kids and their Sane Parents. I know, stupid, right? The parents talk about how messed up their kids are while the children plot ways to get revenge on them for bringing them there in the first place. But it is where I met Quinn. After she seriously injured a man for calling Panic! At the Disco 'lame' and was arrested, they released her on the condition she attended PKSP and learnt to control her temper. She only did one of those things; guess which.

"You'll need to before we go on holiday."
"Holiday?!" said both me and Sass at the same time. We never went on holiday because once we went somewhere, we were never allowed back. Also, my parents were embarrassed to be seen with me blabbering to myself.
"Yes, we are going on a activity retreat with the Mosae's, the Alric's wanted to come but their daughter Astrid is going to Art Camp in Italy."
"Wait- like Quinn Mosae?" Sass ,lost for words, had disappeared.
"Yes, do you know anyone else with that last name?We're going once you get back from PKSP so pack now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~The Next Day:

The PKSP building looked so nice for something so pointless. Yet we still went in. Once I met up with Quinn, we went straight to the kids room where the others greeted us. They treated us as their leaders because Quinn had the most scary background. Can't beat prison. We spent the day doing the usual (plotting revenge and eating nachos.) until it was time to go. As we left, all the mothers stared at me and pulled their children away; Mother's been telling tales again. But I was used to it, holding my head high, I strutted outside.

Kaleb sat on the front steps of our house, waiting to go. Kaleb was my super annoying little brother who liked to let everyone know I was crazy so he would get sympathy. At the Sport Award Ceremony a couple of years ago, when he received his award, his teacher made a speech about 'overcoming the obstacle of having a psychotic sister that absorbs all attention'. He had strawberry blonde hair and malicious, beady, green eyes.

"Come on already! Let's go!" he called at us. Quinn got out the car with her bags; she would be traveling with us. Kaleb scrambled back in shock. The only person he was afraid of was Quinn, who had just pulled out a tiny knife and was pretending to aim it at his head, "AHHHH! Not you... You're not coming!"
"Yes I am, Cowardly Kalem. So watch out!" she slid the knife into her leather jacket pocket.
"The taxi's here! Come on, kids!" shouted my dad, loading bags.
"To the wilderness we go!" cheered my mum.

Prepare yourself, readers, for two weeks of hell.