Chapter One:
Life in a Smashed Box
"Get back here nerderella! You still need to collect your birthday present, seventeen beat downs!" A musclar punk girl, the leader of the FB (Female Bullies), cried out. Her purple mohawk and nose piercing gave her disgusting status quote away and her victim was running away.
The Leader's Victim description (According to the FB):
Name: Hermione Magnifcent
Age: 17
Height: 5'9"
Eye: Icy Blue (round glasses)
Hair: Blonde, about knee length when down.
Build: Fast Little Nerd
Nickname: Nerderella, Fast Little Biatche, Pretty Foul Fork Tongue
Hermione ran, her life in peril, her life flashing for death, her life was frail. She was not going to be the next smashed box in the line of nerds.
Tackling the flimsy aluminum door down she ran outside to the closest tree with a branch that was about eight or nine feet up in the air. Hermione twirled her navy blue jean book bag and swung herself up the tree.
The Leader couldn't touch her, frustrated and pissed, she had her face turn into an evil cackle. The Leader saw the river near by and grabbed around a hundred stones. The others followed and suddenly Hermione was stuck in the rapid fire. Her glasses cracked, her arms bruised, her head bleeding; she wasn't a disaster she was
the disaster.
Suddenly someone behind them growled, "Leave my sister alone jerks." He was the same build, same hair color, length, height except one thing. His strength was quadrupled that of the Leader and he was in charge of the Martial Arts Union at the School. He held his fist clenched, he had sweat pouring down his face, his calm blue eyes looked determined and his eyebrows wrote the words "Dead meat." The Leader shouted, "Fall back!" The mice scattered and John waited for them to be out of sight.
Hermione dropped down and smirked, "You really got them there, huh John?" The man shouted, "HERMIONE DESTUNA MAGINFICENT! How come you always end up in the worst amount of wicked trouble. You're my older, much wiser and smarter sister and you still can't protect yourself?!" Hermione growled back her eyes as cold as Antartica, "I'm only an hour or less older than you. I am only smarter because I study and don't lift weights all day. The brain is a much more powerful muscle than your bisceps understand that?" The man sighed and played with his goatee, "Now our weekly customers are going to be scared off. You seriously need to find someone else to babysit you." Hermione was offended and shouted her voice brisk, "BABYSIT! I'm old enough to take care of myself, I don't need some boy to flirt with me and be dumber than dirt and as powerful as earth to protect my sorry butt! John you know that I'm more than capable, it's just the animals in this wilderness are extremely dumb!"
John sighed and said, "Let's get to the resturant before you bring some offical down here for disturbing the peace that was here." John dragged his sister down to a small white building with a black roof. The title was, "Culinary Cuisine Fantasy Room; Your Craving, Your Call." The small symetric area showed a french style unlike the backyard which showed a zen garden with some english courtyard style. A spanish
"Carmen" on the right side and a german statuette fountain pond filled with koi.
The green seren sound that covered the area's sweet edenic style. The wooden door was orientated with a wooden carving that showed the mixed cultures in one door at piece. The Door had a phoenix, an unicorn and two dragons surging into one planet earth. The bronze knob was twisted and suddenly you saw a small resturante with no one in it. A sign in the window noted, "Reserved Tonight for: The Heidrich Family, The Kiwanis Community Club, and The Seniors of Tommarrow Society." Oriented with smooth black marble tables and room for dances and a band it was more like a living room for parties. The walls were painted red on the north and south walls and blue on the east and west walls. The top border was a silky silver while the bottom was a greek gold color. The room had many art pieces that when stared at made a person wonder.
John sighed and let Hermione go and mumbled (drowsy like), "I'll get the first aid kit." John went through a back door that had engraved on it, "The private quarters." First you saw a kitchen then you went through a white two swinging door and it revealed a simple modern look plaxy glass stair case. Hermione stormed up it and ran into her room on the east side and shouted, "YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED IN MY ROOM!" John left frightened, he went to go in his room and change.
Hermione was out of the room bandaged up and in her uniform. It was a ebony poofy dress that had black slippers white stockings and a purple ribbions that held her hair up in two buns and away from food.
John came down the stairs holding a list. His blonde hair was tucked back in his small chef hat and his black shirt and white pants contrasted his bright scarlet apron. John smiled, "I have a list for you. Get back here before seven please, no rush. I'm just telling you it's six fourty five." Hermione looked frustrated. She grabbed the large note, a wooden stick and stuck some shorts on. In order to get to her destination quickly she was going to pole vault herself there and she was taking the stick with her at each jump.
Hermione had slid into the grocery store and got the items. Then she crashed, she didn't know who or what she just bended the stick up and flung herself out of the window. Hermione had to get back in time or they would loose around a hundred dollars or more.
Hermione got there on time and collapsed on the floor holding the groceries up. Hermione growled, "Don't do that to me again ever please." She sat up and put the stick away and got a baby wipe and wiped her face. She needed to get the sweaty smell off before she was the smelliest waitress alive and dead.
Her blonde bun twirled as she grabbed a sixteen ounce bottle of water and slurped it down like a elephant does when thirsty and bathing. Hermione used her sleeve and dried her mouth of water droplets that would have been falling from her lips.
Hermione grabbed her CD player and jumped to her room and played "Poision" by Groove Coverage as loud as she could with her voice booming over it. Suddenly it was seven and the place was back to it's resoulte edenic self.
