3 Chapter 3_ Monica and Bafoon

The truck isn't as uncomfortable as I imagined it to be. It's actually quite stable, a few bumps now and then.... But it really isn't that bad. It has no windows, however holes in the walls covered in camuflaje kinda counts. The back doesn't have a wall, its almost like a wagon with a roof.

I can see the army base and the border quickly disappear. And before I know it, the baron wasteland high tech army base turns into a quaint warm loving town.

As the truck comes to a halt, I getting down to inspect the area. This is looks like the bit in a story where the weighter skips a scene because they can be bothered to write any more.... I am literally standing in front of a school... Welp that was easy! I stand still and stare at the structure. Looks like a posh school?! Probably for the rich snobby kids an smart shy ones, there is never an in-between. I guess this is the school that I will be attending! Now, to find some suitable clothes. I don't think and army uniform is going to pass as a school uniform.

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"Come on! Hurry up! Load! Come on! I don't have all day!" I bang the computer as hard as I can without braking it! For a person that spends all of there time alone, I really don't have a lot of patience! Coming to think about it, HOW THE HELL DO I EVEN HUNT!? - loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded - the screen flashes, "Finally! Took it long enough!" I quickly long out and head towards the printer -



"Hmmmm, perfect!" I grab the sheet slip it in the *URGENT* tray and walk out, it's time to get me a uniform!

I go out of the door and start walking towards the dorm areas. I get out a pair of tweezers and pick the lock to the nearest dorm I find. "I'm sorry girl but your gonna have to buy a new uniform," I open the door and walk in. I get the closet door open and grab the uniform, "thank you for your donation! It is very much appreciated!"

I hide out by the back of the school, until the morning comes.

                   ~ The Next Day ~

I sit silently in the reception, in my *cough* stolen *cough* school uniform! Waiting to be called by someone. "Are you Miss Korlia?" I look up and see a cute girl with glasses, a lot younger than me. "Yes I am!" I reply with a smile and stand up. "Perfect my name is Monica, I'm a 6th grade student and I'm going to show you to your class! Just follow me!"

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Monica~

Female

Height 5'2

Light purple hair, glasses, round face, slender build, kind, rest unknown.

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I stand up and start following her. She leads me all the way up to class labelled 5X. "This is your form room!" Monica says cheerfully, "I'll meet you Heer at the end of first period! Then I can give you a tour of the school and we can go get you time table!"

"Thank you very much Monica," I nod and head into the classroom.

As I walk in everyone instantly stare at me. Half angry/threatened by my arrival/curious. I clutch my bad close to me and stand next to the teacher.

"Every one this is out new student! Please be kind to her and try not to kill her!"

Kill me!? What the heck!?

"Would you like to introduce yourself darling?"

I want to say "no, not really, as I couldn't give a damn to get to know anyone!" But I know it isn't a question.

"Hello my name is Korlia, I am 16 years old and (even though it's obvious) I'm new here!" I smile and give a slight bow.

Whispers instantly begin.

"16? She's so short!" "I think she's cute!" "I bet she's such a pushover!" "She won't last a day here!" "She's so tiny!"

With my unfortunate hight, and my 'aparent' shyness being the main topic of discussion. I silently take my seat next to the window near the back. And my first class begins.

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I walk out of the class and lean against the wall. Its not like like I have something better to do willst I wait for Monica. I can hear people talking behind me, "oh she's so short!" "Oh she's so cute!" To be honest, I couldn't give a damn. Im not THAT short!

"Wait What!?" I feel someone lift me up and lay me down over their shoulder.

"WHAIT WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON?! PUT ME DOWN!" I yell. The person starts spinning laughing at me struggling to get off. "PUT ME DOWN YOU DEMENTED ASS PERSON!" I yell even harder. And start kicking my legs about! I don't care if this is a tiny skirt! I want to be put down!

"Your not going anywhere shorty!" A male voice says mockingly laughing their heads of!

He Cary's on spinning round as I continue to yell.

"what's going on here!?" I recognize that voice! It's Monica!

"Monica Help Me! This Fucking Idiot Won't Put Me DOWN!!!!" I yell and kick my legs even harder, not that it's going to make a difference!

"Luka put her down, you don't have to be such a jerk sometimes" she says will the courage she has in her tiny body.

"Oh your no fun! I'm just messing around with this spicy enchilada!" The guy that I suspect is Luka says.

"Spicy enchilada!?!" My face goes bright red in anger "OH!!! YOU!!! IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!! YOU-YOU"

"Now now shorty, there is no need for that language," he says in a teasing tone of voice as he grabs my hips and puts me down.

The first time I can actually get a good look at this massive bafoon!

I can finally see him now! Boy this guy is going to regret ever calling a spicy enchilada!