Eloise ran ahead with a walkie talkie, to make sure the coast was clear. It was year nine dinner time now. Of course our little group could go and eat whenever we wanted, as we were the only ones who did the night shift, and we very rarely took any others with us, food was always around for us. There was a group of teachers who had managed to get a refrigerated warehouse up and running again, so a group of students and a few teachers would go and scavenge food. Often one of our little gang, Eloise, Raphy, Lucy or I, would go with them if they had newbies with them, just in case. We had only ever lost three girls on a scavenge trip. Most of the girls were good at listening, and followed their instructions to the letter, but there was always one. I shook the thoughts from my mind before throwing a hoodie on and waiting for Eloise to say something.
We all had walkie talkies, so she could say this to any of us. The only way we ever knew who she meant, was by our nicknames. I was suicidal-kitten, Eloise was 1D, Lucy was Cottage, Raphy was Elphie and Jasmine was Nyan-Lalma. My name was just my gamer tag. Eloise was obsesd one direction, and Lucy's surname was Nottage, like Cottage. Raphy loved wicked and the main charcter was Ephiba, shortened to Elphie and Jasmine's was just random. Much like Jasmine.
We crouched by the door, waiting for the signal. “1D to hockey-girl, you can come down.” Lucy jumped up and cautiously crept down the stairs. “1D to Nyan-Lalma, you’re turn.” Jasmine hopped up and cheerfully skipped out of the art room. “Smooth Jazz,” Raphy hissed after her. We both herd her giggle as she continued down the stairs. “In her defence, she only goes out at meal times.” I whispered to Raphy, explaining Jasmine’s situation to her. We both knew that, although Jasmine loved doing art, she was a very energetic, bouncy person and she needed to get her energy out, otherwise she may explode. That was my theory, anyway. “OK suicidal-kitten and Elphie it’s clear for you two too come down together,” Raphy and I looked at each other. “One, two, three,” I whispered to her. We flew up and leaped down the stairs, Raphy in front and me following, about half a metre away. We sprinted down the stairs and jumped with five steps to go. We posed like we were skiing and pulled the most ridiculous faces before we landed with a thud at the bottom.
Lucy looked at us, fighting a smile. Eloise just let her smile take over her face and she was now fighting the urge to giggle. Jasmine, on the other hand, couldn’t fight her giggle and in her best impression of Raphy she smugly remarked “Real smooth, Raphy and Sharn!” It didn’t come out as well as she wanted it to, as it was all hidden behind her unstoppable giggle. “Ha!! Is that the best impression of me you can do?” Raphy laughed back. “Oh come on guys… I’m hungry,” Eloise giggled. I calmly walked down the two flights of stairs and checked to see if anyone had seen or heard our stupidity. “Coast is clear,” I murmured into my walkie talkie “Walkie Talkies off, in your belts and pull you’re hoodies down so no one can see you’re weapons,” I heard the girls walking behind me. “We’ve been doing this for three months now, dearie, I think we know the routine,” Lucy murmured behind me. I rolled my eyes before walking towards the cafeteria.
To our luck, the queue wasn’t actually that long. Most of the girls had already gone, so there were only ten girls still eating. They’re plates were still full with food, so they had obviously only just got here. There were only three girls in front us, which meant there were eighteen of us, in the cafeteria, all together. The girls in front of us were bickering like hell. Oh the perks of a girl’s school, I thought to myself. I could see Alexandra sat at a table with her friends, Evie, Helen and Hope. I noticed the three girls then, who had finally stopped bickering, and moved so I could get my food. One of them was the tallest in our year. Her name was Abby she was thirteen, although she was going to be fourteen in a week. Abby, much like Eloise, Raphy, Lucy and I, had scars from battle. But hers weren’t from the sort of battles we were in.
