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The day after, Blaze reported the bullying incident directly to the principal, since she would by no means settle for telling the counsellor, who she knew (thought) would do absolutely nothing.

She sat at the lunch table alone, as the others were still buying their lunch. She sat there, remembering the times when she used to live with her "father" and "siblings." That event was too reminiscent of those times.

"Excuse me?" A deep, female voice interrupted her thoughts.

"What?" Blaze snapped out of her daze and looked, "Oh, hi Wysteria. I didn't know you had A lunch."

"I don't... Testing," She explained. Then she asked, indicating to a seat across from Blaze, "Can I sit here?"

Blaze nodded, "Yeah," She continued, "So, what class are you testing in?"

The well-dressed girl seated herself, "English."

"Oh," Blaze replied, "What did you get?"

Wysteria replied, almost blushing, "268."

Blaze's eyes lit up, "That's higher than Luna!"

"Oh," Wysteria responded modestly, "Really?!"

"Someone is actually better than her in something!"

She shrugged, "Well, yeah... But, she is definitely better at math than I am."

Brenton and Jack sat down with their lunches in hand.

"Hi Wysteria," Jack greeted, then he asked, "Testing?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

"How did you do?" Jack asked again.

"268."

"I thought my 238 was good. Wow," Jack replied.

"I wish I was smart like you guys," Brenton remarked.

"You're smart, but just in a different way," Wysteria said, "You can make music off the top of your head, which is something most people, including myself can't do. But then again, I've never really tried it... So, I can't really say."

"And you're good at voice impressions," Blaze added, grinning.

Wysteria perked up, "Can you do one?"

"Yeah," He said. Then he started speaking in a British accent, "Incorrect strategy, Number One. Picard would never have approved."

"Nice Picard imitation..." Wysteria replied, "Isn't that from 'The Best of Both Worlds?'"

"It is," Brenton said, "I didn't know you liked Star Trek. What's your favourite series?"

"Voyager," She replied.

"I like TNG. Who's your favorite character? Mine's Worf."

"I'm halfway between Janeway and Seven... I can't choose, they're both so cool! And speaking of voice impressions, I can do a pretty convincing Data impression."

"Really?!"

Luna sat down with her lunch, intrigued.

She cleared her throat, then spoke, "I am an android - Lieutenant Commander Data," She switched to a more lively voice, "Yes, that is it. I hate this! It is revolting!" She switched voices, "And then I can talk like this. Like in this valley girl accent. Like as if, gag me with a spoon! Like, what a loser!"

Blaze chuckled, "You sound just like Allison!"

Wysteria smiled, "Thank you."

Luna took this as an opportunity to share something with the rest of them, "While we're on the topic of Allie - Did you happen to get an odd email from an account listed under her name?"

"I wouldn't know," Blaze said, "I never check my school email."

"Define 'odd,'" Jack asked.

"In their exact words, 'Why are you friends with that retard Jacob? It takes one to know one I guess. Lol,'" Luna quoted.

Wysteria was shocked, "Why would somebody send that to you?"

"I have no idea..." Luna replied, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear.

Brenton shook his head, "Some people, I swear..."

Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket, and signed in, "I haven't foun- Nevermind... I have one too..." He tapped on it, "It's from a person called alliessupersayings."

"Can you read it to us?" Blaze inquired.

"See for yourself," Jack passed the phone across to Blaze, Luna, and Brenton.

Brenton looked it over, "It's like a drunk five year old typed it..."

"'R u adopted?'" Blaze read, "'Wait... Nevermind ur too...'" She laughed at the spelling, "'Ug-gu-ly... The number four, anyone to like you."

"I'm going to ask them who they are," He typed with this thumbs, "Okay, I sent it," He shoved his phone back into his back pocket.

The group ate their lunch, and chatted with each other until the bell rang.

Blaze rushed out of the lunchroom so as not to be late to her biology class, which was on the second floor. She walked in just as the bell rang.

She took her seat next to Sawyer, who had his head resting on his arms on the desk.

She looked at him in concern, then to the back of the classroom where the brown-haired guy from yesterday was sitting, then back at Sawyer.

"You alright?" Blaze asked him.

He had his phone in his right hand, and tossed it on Blaze's desk, screen-up. She picked it up and read what was on the screen - It was another one of the messages:

"wer u in a fire or is it contagos?cuz i dont wan 2 cach it."

"Hey," Blaze tried to console him, "A bunch of people in lunch got emails like this too.You're not the only one."

"I'm the only here one with a pizza for a face," He replied.

"Well," She attempted to be a friend, "You're beautiful on the inside."

"No I'm not," He replied, "If I was, people wouldn't treat me like this."

Blaze opened her mouth in an attempt to try to comfort him, but she shut it, since she didn't want to make the situation worse than it already was...

Near the end of class, Blaze sat in her seat until everyone else left, studying each and every one of their faces. She eventually got up and left to go home.

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