A Blanked Out Canvas

second Chance at redemption

Special thanks to my cousin for this chapter. Goooo Burlington

Ethan:

I have to admit I've never been the normal kid. I actually like eating my vegetables and would rather go outside than stay home all day using some form of electronics. Usually my differences are beneficial (as you can tell from my lack of gamer's thumb and healthy body) but I believe they might have just screwed me.

Usually when a girl dressed all in black with highlights in her hair and dangerous eyes threatens you, you don't smile back and act smug. You step back and just stay quiet. So therefore as I said before, I'm royally screwed. At least that's what everyone else is saying. It seems that my little encountress already has quite a reputation going for her. Kicked a cop on the nuts huh? Even I can be impressed by that. But having a badass enemy is not the way I wanted to start out my school life here. In fact I had quite an imagination as to what it would be and it didn't involve being the next victim of a hostile nut job. (Get it? Nuts. Cause the cop and everything that got... Nevermind). Coming here in the middle of the year after years of home schooling is bad enough without a blood thirsty snake hunting you down.

Well she she's not really hunting me down but she sure is a snake. With the looks of a superstar. (Did I just say that?) Amazingly enough her actions were very interesting to me. I may continue to be "unusual" for observation reasons. Its not everyday you see a girl punch out a quarterback and push 2 hot girls out the way. And her face was priceless. Have you ever seen a tomato. Of course you have. Now have you ever seen anyone the color of a tomato. You may think so but you have not until you have seen her mad. Yes, this should be a very interesting experiment indeed.

Oh and by the way I know she was telling you that I was some sort of wanna be art mogule but I reject that completely. I don't sit around in cafes talking about the evolution of the color blue or whatever. Nor do I draw naked people just for fun (sickos). Trust me, my type of art is just a little different. Just like me.

Taylor:

"Well how do you know what side of the brain you are?" J asked examining her 'meatloaf'

"Ugh" Jordan groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you? The left side is logic and the right, creativity"

"Well, what if I'm both. Creative and smart. Not to mention blindingly beautiful"

"Oh you're blinding alright" Ricky mumbled and we all burst out laughing.

We were at lunch eating what society has deemed apparently acceptable to feed our growing bodies.

What?

Well, what did you expect us to talk about during lunch? Cutting people and our time in jail? No thank you. We'll leave that to the psychos and ax murderers.

Usually we talk about what's going on, but the weekend was surprisingly boring. None of us were exactly hunting ghost vampires with James Bond (how awesome would that be).

"You're not exactly a prize either" J steamed her hand forming a fist

"Ladies ladies", Jaron coaxed in. "You're both beautiful".

Ricky rolled his eyes but I saw a hint of a smile in it. They continued talking about the different sides of the brain eventually switching to the topic of a weird rash one of the other kids at the table had.

I tuned out and started looking around the lunchroom, realizing that something was different. The boys were all sulking and glaring at whatever would make eye contact with them. Which unfortunately turned out to be the geeks resulting in a hurricane of swirlies. And the girls seemed to be unbelievably happy with humungous amounts of makeup. I rolled my eyes.

New boy.

And from the looks of the amount of bra padding done he was gorgeous. Too bad I had my mind set on someone. Particularly the dark haired, green eyed hunk of beauty sitting next too me.

Really close.

Yet I couldn't help but wonder who could cause even the most beautiful girls in our grade to wear almost what looked like 50 pounds of makeup.

I was still a girl after all.

It didn't take long to find him. I just had to look where the biggest group of girls were gathered.

When I found them I couldn't help but feel my stomach drop. It was the guy from the pit. While I had to admit he was easy on the eyes with his impossibly black hair and tan skin. Not to mention those eyes.

Wow.

Snap out of it. I had to remember he was the one that had the nerve to talk back to me. Yet it is never said that I dont have a forgiving heart.

I stood up and approached him, diving into the ocean of girls surrounding him. When he saw me I almost wet my pants at the look on his face. A mix of horror and undignified fear. I smiled and walked up to him.

"Hey" he said his voice breaking

"Hey" I tried my best to mimick his. "What's up". He smiled but only for a moment. "So you go here now?"

He looked away trying to advert my gaze. "Um.. yeah actually I just moved so yeah."

By now the ocean of girls had become a typoon. A storm of bitch glares and stank faces. I sneered making sure I looked each and everyone in the eyes. They eventually backed up and I looked back at him

"Quite a mob you got here huh?"

He seemed beyond uncomfortable and the sniggeres behind my back comfirmed that he really didnt want to talk to me.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked.

"What?" Now he looked really confused but I knew he was faking it. That just made it worse.

"Well you look like the last thing you want to do is talk to me right now so-"

"Oh yeah well um- Hey I actually got to go" he moved past me and into the crowd of sweaty and hormone enduced teens.

Did he really just do that? I almost felt bad for him. That boy had no brains at all. There are the rules of the school that I'd think everyone should know by now.

1. Never talk back to me

2. Never give me any tyoe of rude look

3. The most important one of all time. You are not to walk away from me until I dismiss you.

Apperantly he was going to learn the hard way.

Very hard.

The anger lasted only a minute though. This was my chance. To fulfill a promise. When someone messes with me I attack back. See how far they can bend before they break.

Was I being petty?

Was my anger flaring up unnecessarily?

Maybe.

But I had a reputation to uphold and spirits to drown. I didn't know how yet but he was going to pay.

Pay for what you ask?

Everything.

It was just his first day and he had already broken all of the rules life (or in this case high school) had set for surving. And if you didnt follow them chances were you didn't survive.

A smile played on my lips as I made my way back to my table. This was definitely going to be an interesting experiment.