Stolen art

~Chapter two~

After class I gathered my things and I wait until everyone leaves first, then I leave. Just a precaution. I exit the room then I feel the back of my hoodie being pulled. I cringe.

" Where do you think your going?" I can here the clicking of the spawn of satins heals while her " brute" Matt Ford dose her dirty work. Mercy Williams, her name dose not fit her style. Especially with her pet fallowing her around like a lost puppy. She comes to face me, and she flips her dark brown hair back as if she was Aphrodite.

" I asked where did you think you were going?" I was shoo-ken by Matt

" she asked you a question! Or are you to dumb to speak as well?" His own insults hurt him more then me because he couldn't think of anything else better to say to me. Well their went another one of his brain cells.

"Oh, honey don't raddle the little tramp she may bite " She cleared her throat.

" Anyway, we couldn't find you this morning." She pouted her lip.

"So." I replied
"Well, Where did you go? It's not like you have real friends so...." She paused.

"Unless you actually considered your skank as a friend." In an instant iced coffee was dumped everywhere especially all over her. She shrieked

" What was that? Sorry I couldn't make out the sound of a dieing seagull." It was Angela to my rescue yet again. She gave Matt the death stare, and gave him a devilish smile then walked right up to him and pinched his arm and he let go.

" Come on kido." She put her hand on my back and we began to walk away.

"You'll pay for this Stephanie!!!" We here'd her screeches from down the hall.

" Yes I'm trembling now!" She let out a laugh and she smiled the whole walk to our second class, Stephenie was her real name. She then turned and saluted her fair well. her blue tips of her hair framing her face perfectly she wasn't like the girls at this school so we got along pretty well. We are the misfits, she was exiled when she had her nervous breakdown changed her name, died her hair black and electronic blue, her look, and her view of life. She never told me why and I never asked. Then I began to fit in to her life.

" You need to start standing up to her and her dick weed !" She snapped me out of my train of thought. I look up at her sheepishly.

"I'm serious, she will never leave you alone until you show her your not afraid. And Matt is just as hopeless, he is her little puppet. but it's not like she would give him the time of day." She crossed her arms.

"Well I....." I stopped. I'm not as brave as I am at home. She looked at me to finish.

" Kido I'm not always going to be their, so your going to have to do it sometime." She looked at me a little concerned.

" I'll be ok." I assured her.

"Ok, whatever you say." we continued walking till we got to Mrs. Roerig's room for journalism, it was a small class but enough. We took our seats in our usual spots.

" Take your seats, class. It's time to assign articles." Mrs. Roerig said while she was walking in the door. We all looked forward, to get our topic.

" Who wants to take the article on the art show?" She asked holding a peace of paper. Angela held up her hand, and she gave it to her.

" This should be easy, I can just do it on you." Angela smiled and lightly hit my shoulder. I sat patently till every one got theirs so I was last.

" Ember the only one left is the Saratoga art robberies, are you ok with that?" She handed me the paper. I nodded and took it. Angela looked at me.

" Well at leased you can go out and talk to the art museum directors and write down what they say that's pretty much it." She turned back around to her note book and started to write down question she will ask me eventually, I started to think to myself at leased it'll be simple.