High School Is For Kids

Chapter 2

Are you listening? Good. Now where was I. . .

Ah yes, the field trip. You know the one. The one that ended up with a crashed bus full of survivors. People hail it a miracle to this day. Heck, even I still can't believe how lucky we were that day.

Now, the ride to the location was mundane enough. The four sat in the very back while the rest of us were being typical students. I was busy chatting with a friend when I heard one of my classmates suddenly scream. The driver had passed out and we were on the highway.

And this is where things started getting crazy.

Almost immediately, Miguel was at the wheel. No one saw how he got there so fast but no one really cared. I managed to take a look at the back and didn't find the rest of them there. Then for some reason, we all fell asleep.

Next thing we knew, we were parked on the side of the road as the bus scrunched up to a nearby pole. But everyone was fine, even the driver as he regained consciousness. Miguel was already dealing with the authorities while Paul was busy calming everyone down. Olivia and Trixie were still nowhere to be seen. Just then, the two of them came back with a black car that smelled. . . odd. Well, it smelled like a pizzeria-on-wheels and that was exactly what it was. The car apparently belonged to Olivia's family and decided to give comfort to everyone by giving away some food.

Once the crowd cleared, Miguel approached me and asked for the extra money they had given me earlier. I pointed them to our class's treasurer and he didn't say another word. That is until Trixie came along with a bus. Not just any bus, but those luxury buses that cost millions! Miguel then explained the money is for the gas later on in the trip. I wanted to ask who was sponsoring the ride but no one cared as the class was essentially pampered inside.

The rest of the trip was typical, actually. Though there is one thing on the bus. . .

It had an inverted cross hanging from the rear-view mirror. I mean, I'm not exactly a religious person, but I do know what that meant. When the driver saw that I was eyeing it, he snatched it and hid it away then smiled.

"Let's have a safe trip, shall we?"

Again, I'm not against believing certain things. But they do say Satanism, when viewed in a more positive light–oh sorry! I got off track there.

Now, nothing truly exciting happens until the annual sports meet at school. Well. . . there is that one time Trixie came up to me. . .

The others were noticeably absent that day, leaving Trixie by her lonesome. For some reason, she picked me to be her "friend". She greeted me nicely enough.

"Hi there! Listen, Miguel and the others won't be around today. Wanna join me for some fun?" She said, her eyes tingling with excitement.

"Uhh, what do you–"

"Oh don't be such a Debbie downer! Besides, you look like one of those people in anime who are just in the background and are never meant to take any significant role in the series. In short, you're perfect!"

"But there's–"

Without another word, she pulls me from my seat and headed towards the chemistry lab. She sets me up near a table and goes to the back to grab materials. Of course, she easily picks through the various locks and I sat there like an idiot for about 2-3 minutes not knowing what she was up to and how she was able to get everything she needed. She goes back and forth between our table and the materials and once it was done, she looked at me with the saddest puppy face ever.

"I miss Olivia already. She's the only one who would indulge me at times like this. The boys are just too busy with whatever it is guys do. So please, forgive me for dragging you into this! I AM SO BORED AND LONELY."

"Okay, okay! Just. . . just don't do anything drastic. I think there's a class here in an hour."

She relaxed, thankfully. "Yay! And don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You just be my helpful lab assistant."

It seemed inconsequential at first, but it took me after the fact to realize she was making what she calls "liquid bombs". I'm afraid I can't explain how she did it since at least 37 different chemicals were used. And those are the ones I can identify as chemicals.

After he little science adventure, we headed out for lunch. It was only here did I really get to know who she is.

"Trixie Lang. 16 years old. Born on June 20th at exactly 11:59 in the evening at a small clinic that my father owns."

"You're dad's a doctor?"

"Formerly. He's handicapped due to a vehicular accident. Hasn't really been practicing the last decade. But his name still has enough clout for him to hold executive positions and such."

"Wow. What about your pals?"

"Oh come on, why talk about them when I'm here?" She said with a cute smile. I also noticed how small she was. The top of her head is just below my chin and I'm 5'2".

We reached the cafeteria and she offered to buy our meal while I searched for a seat. I was lucky enough to find one for a pair and she came back almost as soon as I sat down.

"Wait, how did you bypass the line?"

She fidgeted around. "M-Magic??"

I didn't know of her capabilities yet at this point, so I took it in stride. We ate away and nothing else happened until classes were over. She pulled me aside as I was packing up.

"Hey, mind if you accompany me on my way home?"

"Uhh. . ."

"Pwetty pwease?!?!"

". . . okay fine."

Apparently, the route she walks home is rather infamous: Drakenbell Street. I assume you two officers are familiar with the place? It's pretty much a hang-out spot for every scum of the city. Well, she has to pass through there every time she needs to head home. Apparently, Olivia is. . . familiar with the denizens there and can strong-arm her way through. But Trixie didn't have the luxury. She hoped that by having someone in tow, she would be left alone.

She was wrong.

Almost as soon as we turned the corner into the street, a drug dealer greeted us. We were able to push past him easily only to be replaced by two more. Thankfully, they were easy to get through as well. And then we met a pimp.

"Oi, whadda we 'ave 'ere? Aren't you–wait a minnit. . . H-hey, I-I know this chick! S-She–"

Trixie pulls out a glass sphere from her pocket and tosses it to the ground, causing it to erupt in a cloud of thick smoke.

"Gosh darn it, these were supposed to be for another day!"

We avoided gangsters, whores, and other similar scum with the bombs she used. I was merely dragged along through the rest of the ordeal. After what seemed like forever, she tossed one last bomb into the alley and it explodes in an obviously lethal manner.

"Keep up!"

I was still catching my breath as she ran for I don't know how much longer. We eventually stopped near a house which I assumed was hers.

She turned to face me. "Don't tell anyone, especially Olivia and the others."