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Chappie 1

Stella POV

     Ah lunch time; that precious moment of every student's life where they have a chance to cram their bodies with something other than information. It's also that notorious time in every single form of teenage entertainment where cow patties hit the fan.

     Exhibit A: Smart, flashy, mostly outcast teen girl can be observed in her natural habitat, consuming the supposed edible school lunch food, at the edge of the cluster of tables yet relatively close to the exit door. Enter exhibit B: the rambunctious pack of wild dogs enters the watering hole, cackling loudly as they walk to assert their dominance. Pause. The flashy teen's pale pastel hair seems to have attracted the brunette alpha's attention. Exhibit A severely lacks proper camouflage.

     The Queen stalks toward exhibit A, dragging the attention of everyone at the watering hole with her as she reaches her target. Bam! Her clawed hand goes down on the table with a demand. "Hey freak, go to my favorite café and get me a caramel non-fat skinny double shot soy frappe with no whipped cream and two shakes of graham cracker crumbs on top." Exhibit A remains silent, choosing instead to focus on her chicken nuggets. "Hey freak, don't ignore me!" Oh wait, she's talking to me and there go my chicken nuggets on the floor thanks to a hand.

     "What do you want now Nichole?" The sigh laced in that sentence is really just not enough to express the way I feel right now.

     Aye I said something right, she glared at me. "Did you seriously just ignore everything I said? Honestly, I don't know why I even waste my time gracing you with my presence." Topped off with a hair toss.

     I shrugged. "I don't have an answer either because I really don't give a rat's ass what you say." Complimented with an innocent smile curtesy of mwah.

     Whispers echoed and a few OH's came from the crowd. SLAP. Wait what was that? Why am I looking a different direction and why is my left cheek stinging? Wait a minute... My chair screeched as I stood. "Bitch did you just—"I was cut off once more by another slap on my right cheek and my head turning the other way. It felt as though I didn't even have to think of what my reaction would be.

     THWACK!

     Ah it's so satisfying backhanding your mortal enemy across the face to send them sprawling on the ground and brunette hair flying. That felt like a great thing to do on the first day of school. Should I have done it in front of the principle that looked like he was about to blow a gasket? Hmm, probably not.

     After a fifteen minute talk with the principle, high fives, chemistry class, and an hour long detention the day is finally over, for the most part. The parking lot is completely deserted, with an exception of the teacher that was in charge of detention's car and the janitor's old pickup. Yep, not even the buses were here. Looks like I'm taking that 45 minute walk home, meaning one of the maids is going to have to cook dinner, poor souls.

     The sun was setting now and I had just passed the last convenience store when my stomach growled. Now I'm irritated and hungry, can this get any worse? I closed my eyes and threw my head up to the orange tinted clouds as a loud groan reverberated from my throat to harmonize with the growls of my stomach. I must have really been out of it because I accidentally bumped into this old man with an overgrown beard and a pinstriped suit. "Whoops, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I made a move to step around him but was stopped when pimp-Dumbledore stuck out his hand.