I really did it this time (.CLIVE.)

Skit sat down in the grass with two bags of hair strands in her hands. One bag was full of blond hair strands while the other was full of brunette hair strands. Pulling out a folded up blank piece of paper she set it down on the ground and pulled out one blond hair strand and one brunette hair strand. Skit then started to twist them together, like lovers might have done.

Skit though was just testing something out, seeing if the two looked good together. If they did, she'd do it for the rest... which would probably take her the whole day to do. As she finished twisting them together, Skit blinked rapidly at the entwined hair strands. Too bad that she couldn't really see them thanks to the fact she had been wearing shades over her huge glasses. Looking a little puzzled, she set the hair down on the paper and frowned while looking at it quizzically. If only it were night all the time everyday... then this would be so much easier.

Frowning she shook her head and lightly slapped herself. Where were these thoughts coming from?

Well f*ck.

That was pretty much the only clear thought in Ronnie’s head. He was genuinely shocked, how dare his parents send him to some freak infested school? The nerve of those self righteous little bastards. Then again, this could be beneficial to him, a whole bunch of freaks just asking to be made fun of? Maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea…

But still, the plain fact that he was being put under the same category as all these mutated freaks, some of which couldn’t even be considered human. Just like…he looked around, that girl. What the hell was she even doing? Ronnie sauntered over there, hand stuffed in his pockets, and looked down at her little…project. Hair, how ironic. With one quick swipe of his hand, Ronnie pocketed one of the bags full of hair. Great, he thought, walking away from the weird girl, that saved him some time of trying to find hairs on his own.

It had happened so fast Skit had to blink a few times to realize what had happened. Then the boy was walking away and Skit found herself having a little heart-attack, full of panic and horror she stood up and stuffed the other bag in her pocket and ran after Ronnie with full speed. Tackling him, although unable to knock him down Skit quickly dug into Ronnie's pocket and took the bag of hairs back. This was the one thing she was passionate about and there was no way in hell anybody was going to take it from her. Seeming to cling to him only for a second Skit then let go and ran the other way.

Normally, the girl would have just sat there and cried her little heart out... of if it had been anything else she would have. These hairs were important though, real important. Squeezing both bags tightly in her pockets Skit made a mad dash for the school door.

So there he was, just going on his own marry little way, when suddenly, some girl had the nerve to run straight into him. Stumbling forward a little bit, Ronnie was about to say something, when suddenly, she stuffed her hand in his pocket and stole the bag of hairs. My God, he thought, what was wrong with these barbaric freaks!

And then she ran off, which made Ronnie’s anger boil over. Sprinting off after her, he managed to catch up rather quickly, and reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back. “What the hell is your problem, freak?!” he yelled in her face, reaching for the bag of hairs.

As she was pulled back by a strangely strong arm, Skit immediately recoiled as she was yelled at. Her face scrunched up and she was just barely able to look up at Ronnie's angry face without feeling fear, when it came down to it she really did have a weak body.

Fighting that sad fact though, with her other hand full of energy she chopped his wrist and sent a fistfull of energy straight up his arm. It was an advantage and disadvantage to her, firstly... he'd probably let go from the shock; and secondly, he'd be stronger then he was before. "These are Skit's!" she said moving farther and farther away from him so he wouldn't take the bags away from her again.

Well that really wasn’t the reaction he’d expected from this strange girl. In fact, he stood there, mouth slightly agape, watching her…until he gained his bearings, which didn’t’ take too long. Sending her a harsh glare, Ronnie quickly closed the area between them and stood a few inches away from her. “Damn it, girl, give me the f*cking hairs right now, or I swear to god, you will regret it,” he said menacingly, his eyes burning with hatred.

Squeezing her eyes shut Skit shook her head rapidly and collected both of the bags into her arms and held on to them as tight as she could. "They are Skit's! They belong to Skit!" suddenly though a strange fragrance overcame Skit and she opened her eyes up and looked up at the angry boy. "You smell good!" she said with her mouth hanging open. Normally, a ruthless barbarian like this person would probably smell like... well terrible. Looking utterly confused, Skit suddenly came back to reality and held on tight to the bags again just in case he might snatch them out of her arms. She had worked hard for these and she was using them for something good... there was no way in heck she'd give them up to such a mean person.

Could this girl be any more difficult?! Ronnie thought, rolling his eyes and sighing heavily, “girl, just give me the stupid bags and we can both be on our marry way,” Ronnie said, his voice sounding tired and annoyed. Suddenly, a small idea popped into Ronnie’s mind and he grabbed a fistful of Skit’s hair, choosing a couple of strands and yanking them off her scalp. If all else failed, at least he got this out of the girl.

Skit's heart went on overdrive when Ronnie yanked some hair out of her own scalp. Holding both bags in ond hand, she jumped for her hairs "You can't have Skit's hair! You can't have anything to belongs to Skit," she screamed at him and frantically jumping up in attempts to get her hair back from him. Finally managing to jump high enough she managed to get all back except on little tiny strand. Stuffing her hair in quickly with the rest of the blond hairs she then looked back at Ronnie in horror. "How could you? Bodies are temples!" she said to him "They are meant to be cherished! Not viciously attack," still staring at him in horror Skit suddenly started to shake. Finally the from all the panic her tears finally started to come, "Cave man!" she half-yelled half-sobbed.

Ronnie sighed in annoyance, being oddly nice and not swiping the hairs right out of her hand the second she got them. Suddenly, she went on a small rant on the human body, which he, quite frankly, found a bit weird. This girl had some issues, I mean, no one was this obsessive with bodies, unless they were complete psychos, which was something he wouldn’t put past this girl. Stuffing the little strand of her hair he had left, Ronnie shoved her back a little, glaring straight at her, “Listen and listen carefully, you worthless excuse for a human, give me that bag or you’ll greatly regret the day you were even brought into this world,” he said venomously.

Skit's eyes widened at his anger once again and she quickly wiped what little tears had fallen away from her face. Holding on tighter and tighter to the bags she shook her head rapidly again from side to side, "Skit worked hard for these things, Skit is keeping them," she said to Ronnie in odd defiance. The fact that he had called her a worthless human had totally flew by her head. Skit didn't consider herself a human, so the insult really didn't effect her at all.

"Skit can go jump off a freakin' cliff now, for all I care," Ronnie said with an exasperated sigh, annoyed by the fact that she was being so difficult. And what was with the way she talked?! Closing his eyes, Ronnie took in a shaky breath, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. Clearly, this girl wasn't going to give them up just by asking, which meant that some action had to be taken.

Backing the strange girl up against the wall, he raised a hand up and gently wrapped it around her neck, not strangling her, just letting her know that if he really wanted to, he could. By now, this whole issue wasn't even about those damn hairs, what irked him was that fact that this lesser being had defied him and had the courage and stupidity to not listen to his orders.

Skit eyes widened in panic as Ronnie's hand wrapped around her small neck that could easily be snapped in two. Straightening herself up, Skit's insides seemed to crumble at what she was going to do. Holding her breath for a moment Skit then spat in Ronnie's face and chomped down on his hand as hard as she could. Skit then screamed loudly and made another mad dash to the door, in hopes of escaping this weird monster. She was almost like a little animal, that when threatened would attack. In a moment of pure stupidity, Skit screamed even louder "SKIT'S BETTER THEN YOU," but then sped up even more so she wouldn't get attacked by Ronnie the beast.

Ronnie was…confused. He couldn’t really grasp all the events that had just happened. First, she looked absolutely terrified, and he felt a sudden surge of power, but as quick as he felt that feeling, it was gone. Because she had the nerve to spit on him! Mouth agape, all Ronnie could do was watch Skit run off. Then, the most false statement assaulted his ears and he was brought back to Earth. “’SKIT'S BETTER THEN YOU.’”

Now, he could have cared less about those hairs. Now it was personal. This…cretin must have been lost in some make believe, magical kingdom if she thought that she was better than him. A toad was more useful in the world than that freak. Wiping off the saliva from his face, Ronnie took in a deep breath and shook out the hand that she’d bitten. And then, he chased after her…again.

As she looked behind her and saw Ronnie chasing after her, Skit sped up and started grabbing everything she could find and throwing it behind her so that Ronnie would trip and fall. She was so close to the door and yet so far away...

Instead, Skit ended up tripping over her own feet and fell forward about five feet. Landed flat on her face, her shades ended up somehow getting pulled of off her glasses and the moment Skit saw the sun she screamed and buried her face in the grass while with moving her hand around wildly in search of her shades.