Love, Hate, and Magical Creatures *EDITING*

Chappie 3 *EDITED*

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Chappie 3

Stella POV

     It was impossible to say how mad I am at this weird guy, whose name I don't even know, right now. I was so mad in fact; I just stood up and did the only thing that was on my mind, I punched the guy square dead in the nose.

     I didn't care to see his reaction so I just left to the very last row back of the plane, all while hoping he got the message to leave me alone before I end up maiming him. Not too long later, I saw a petite girl with blonde bob cut hair practically skipping her way towards my direction. "Looks like someone's a little high on sugar" was what I was saying in my mind while I was smiling on the outside but dying of laughter on the inside. When she stops in front of me I smile at her. She surprisingly returns the smile with a grin, not at all phased by my sharp teeth. "Hello there new best friend, you have now gained my respect by kicking the crap out of goony back there!"

     I let out a laugh, "Meh, he had it coming. So, what's the name of my new best friend? Mine is Stella Greyland."

     Her face was beaming with joy as she replied, "It's Carmen Stressor at your service! I have so many questions for you, where should I start?" A headache began to form in my head. Please don't have too many questions... "Oh! What's your favorite color? How old are you? Do you have any brothers? What year are you?" Oops I was wrong. "Do you have a car? Is that your real hair color? What school did you go to? What's your favorite band? Do you like Justin Beiber? Do you miss your fam...?"

     That last question was all I could take; it tipped me over the edge. But I don't want to lose my first potential friend ever so I have to calmly tell her that I don't want to answer any questions. Apparently I didn't have to though because a girl, who looked to be her twin, came up behind her.

     "Hey Car, cool it with the questions." Carmen stopped talking and her twin turned to me, "I'm so sorry for my sister's behavior, she is always hyper."

     I gave a half smile, "It's okay and thank you. You guys wouldn't be twins by chance would you?" They both started to laugh.

     "We are actually identical twins, but I dyed my hair brown. My name is Jasmine," replied Carmen's twin.

     "Wow that's funny! You do look exactly the same but your personalities are complete opposites." A few laughs escaped my mouth.

     Jasmine stared at me with a grateful look in her blue eyes and said," Finally! Someone who realizes we are nothing alike. I think I'm in love!" Carmen agreed with her and they came to a conclusion with their little twin telepathy.

     They stalked towards me like predators and I scooted back in my chair. What on earth are they planning? After I couldn't move any further they pounced on me and wouldn't stop hugging me while I was pushed against the glass window of the jet. "*gasp* need *gasp* air!*gasp*" at my pleas for oxygen they let up enough so I could live.

     In perfect unison they said, "We have decided that you will be our sister/mother while we are here at the school!" I just stared up at the two in shock and major confusion until I was staring at air because someone lifted them off me. I sat up to find a tall dark guy with a skull cap and dark purple eyes.

     "Hey looked like you needed some help. I know Carmen is always bugging people but I never thought Jasmine would too. My name's Nate, nice to meet you." For once I think I might have found a genuinely nice person.

     I stood up, "Nice to meet you too Nate, my name is Stella. Not to sound rude, but do you know these two?"

     He laughed and put them down but they ran right back to my side, "I do-ish. I just met them about 4-5 hours ago, crazy right?" I laughed at that. He'll be a cool person to have as a friend.

     I didn't get the chance to reply since there was a small metal ball WITH SPIKES hurling towards my head. I ducked and rolled behind a seat then sprung back up after I made sure the coast was clear and no one was hurt. One look around and I could already tell who I was going to be in a fight with. "Why does every damned school have to have a freaking queen bee with a terrible mean attitude?!" I questioned the heavens without a response. There she stood in all her queen bee glory, wearing Gucci shoes, a Gucci purse, manicured nails, bleached hair, an awful tan, a face full of clown makeup, and her outfit was classified as a swimsuit, A.K.A the classic plastic Barbie. The laugh that was brewing in my throat died when she threw another spikey thing at me, I want to say it's called a mace. "First of all, why did you put Crayola out of business? Second, WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU?!"

     "You, you little bug, stepped onto my territory! So, I suggest that you learn your place while you stay here and stay away from my boys!" Mother of pearl her voice made me want to fill my ears with melted metal. She totally just tried to boss me around. No one bosses me around anymore and gets away with it.

     I replied to her order with my own and made sure to flash my teeth, "Well too bad Barbie, I don't take orders. You see I'm not Burger King so you can't have it your way this time. I most certainly don't want your boys and Crayola called saying they wanted their markers back!"

     I snickered but discretely grabbed one of the throwing knives that I always carry on my thigh when she screamed and ordered one of her goons that appeared from nowhere to attack me. He tried, and he failed. I danced around his sloppy attacks and managed to knock him on the back of the head to make him sleep. This made her angrier so she took matters into her own hands and fought me herself. I chuckled at the thought of her trying to hurt me, "If you think you will win then you are dead wrong." She huffed in anger then threw mini maces and charged with a blade of her own. Well it's time to put those martial arts lessons to good use again. I ducked under the barrage of maces she threw and positioned myself.

     She jabbed at my left shoulder so I dodged. Then she faked for my right and I fell for it, which is how she managed to slice my left shoulder. I winced but shrugged it off. I grabbed another knife and threw it at her hand and she moved it up so I threw my second one to pin her blade to the inside of the plane. Yes you read that correctly, my blade went through hers. I quickly moved up the isle to where she stood and pinned the rest of her limbs to the wall behind her by her clothes so she couldn't move. I took her sad blade off the wall and stabbed it in the closest chair. I turned back to her and stated, with the red flecks glowing in my eyes, "If you want to fight me again then go ahead, it's your own funeral." I walked back to my window seat. If I'm going to deal with more of that then I need sleep and maybe a new sharpening stone. I don't even want to mess with my shoulder right now. I'll just fix it when I wake up. I'm sure it won't be too bad.

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