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"FOOD FIGHT!" rang in your ears and the next few moments seemed to slow down as you watched Natalya flip the table onto its side. With the table providing protection, everything went back to normal speed.

"WOW! Natalya! You were like a ninja!"

"Are you okay?!" the Belarussian asked, placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you just a little.

"Natalya, it was just FOOD! I'm fine!" you reassured her, slightly confused. You had no idea why she was so concerned. After all, you didn't see the knife that was about to hit you. Or who even threw it.

"(NAME)! Someo--" Natalya was cut off as a small figure slid behind the table that you two were using as a wall, accidently kicking her in the process.

"So you're the new girl's body guard now, Natalya?!" the small boy asked, obviously excited. "This girl must be a normaler then."

"Raivis," the female growled, before sighing and throwing a glance at the knife a few feet away. "Wait here. I'll be back in a minute." Before crawling away, Natalya turned to face Raivis. "I don't think you would be able to do anything terrible to her in one minute. Still, don't you dare touch her!"

You were appalled by the amount of venom in Natalya's voice. She had been so shy earlier, and was sweet to you. Maybe she only talked to Raivis like that? He didn't look like a bad kid though. Just how bad could Raivis be?

After watching your friend leave, you turned your attention to Raivis, who was shamelessly checking you out. Blushing, you tried to pull down your skirt as much as you possibly could sitting down. Which didn't help much.

"Hey, there~!" Before you knew it, the short brunette was by your side. He was extremely close to you, but he wasn't touching you. One hand was way too close to your leg for your liking. "So what's your name?"

"Raivis!"

The male raised his arms, making sure that they didn't go above the protection of the table. "Hey, I wasn't touching her! I was just asking for her name." He then put on the most innocent-looking face that made him look about five years younger.

Natalya ignored Raivis, not convinced at all. She turned her full attention to you, pulling out the knife in her pocket. "See this?" she asked, turning the weapon in her hands.

The blade was about 15 cm long and 4 mm thick with a couple of nicks. There was also a hammer and sickle on the blade. It had a guard, and the handle was made of birch, with initials carved into it. I.B.

"It's an almost exact replica of a NR-40." Natalya retracted her arm and stared at the knife almost lovingly. "They were based off of the Finnish 'ganster' puukko knife during WWII. They made good combat knives. The Russian army no longer uses them. So to make it legal to sell them to the people, they made NR-40's with thinner blades. They also take off the guard sometimes."

You stared at it. "Why are you showing this to me again?"

"Yeah, I guess she didn't see it almost hit her head!" Raivis spoke up, crossing his arms.

You whipped your head towards Raivis so fast both Natalya and Raivis were afraid that you had hurt your neck. "What?!"

The Belarussian instantly started to tear up. "I'm sorry, (name)!" she apologized. "But my older brother threw this at you! Th-that's why I basically threw you to the ground!"

"... You didn't throw me. More like you tackled me to the ground. B-but thank you!"

"Yeah. Ivan basically hates anyone who tries to befriend Natalya and Miss F Cup."

"Raivis!!!" was a whisper compared to the "THAT IS ENOUGH!" that blasted everyone's ears who were within a five mile radius of the german man in the lunchroom.

It went very quiet as everyone simutaneously held their breath. Raivis began to tremble and Natalya looked as if she had just tasted death. You wanted to peek over the table to see who it was that had single-handedly stopped a massive food fight, but you didn't dare move.

"Stand! All of you!" the thick German accented man barked.

The three of you immediantly shot up to your feet and turned to face the source of that gruff voice. It was Mr. Beilschmidt! The man that sat behind a desk at the front office, the one with a poker face and a monotonous voice,who now looked like he belonged in the military!

Mr. Beilschmidt looked around the food-covered cafeteria, seeming to be able to make eye contact with almost every single student, who all looked terrified. When his eyes met yours, you began to feel guilty even though you hadn't done anything.

It seemed like an hour passed before the German man spoke. "I don't know who started this, and I can't give you all detention but.... You all will not go unpunished. Everyone must clean the cafeteria! No one will leave until every bit of this room is spotless!" With that said, Mr. Beilschmidt quickly walked out of the messy cafeteria, obviously furious.

-------LE TIME SKIP~ BECAUSE YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT PEOPLE CLEANING DO YOU?!~--------------------

While cleaning, you had missed your gym class and about half of your Lit. class. Your last class of the day was stupid Algebra. How you wished that you could've missed that class! Not only that, but you knew that everyone was talking about you. No one had anything nice to say, except you did hear someone say that they thought you were pretty impressive for some reason. It seemed like Lady Luck just hated you today.

Fortunately, your math class went by without incident. You were exhausted and had tuned out Natalya long ago(she wouldn't stop apoligizing for her brother). You were glad that you didn't share a room with her, or else that would be all that you heard for the rest of the day.

Once you were in your room, you immediantlt flopped down on one of the beds. The bed wasn't very comfortable, but you could have fallen asleep had it not been for your roommate.

"Excuse me, but that's my bed. It has my stuff on it."

You groaned as you got up to lay down on the other bed, which had two (f/c) suitcases sitting on it. You simply pushed them both off before laying back down.

"... Poor girl," was the last thing you heard before you let sleep take over you.

----Morning----

You had slept very well and wasn't bothered by any dreams that could have been scary or strange. You were glad because if you had dreamed, you would've had a scary dream because of the events from the previous day.

As you yawned and stretched, trying to wake up, you noticed that a girl about your age was already dressed and ready to go. She was a little on the short side with tanned skin and shoulder-length hair tied back into a ponytail with a white ribbon. She wore a red tanktop, shorts, and red flip flops. She was emotionless and her amber eyes had no spark to them. It was almost like looking into a dead person's eyes. You assumed that she was still tired.

"Morning," you greeted while looking through your suitcases for an outfit. You dug out a (f/c) t-shirt with a cute (icon like a rainbow or cherries) on it, skinny jeans, multi-colored socks, and (f/c) sneakers. You also rooted your suitcase for your brush, toothbrush and toothpaste before rushing into the bathroom.

After you had gotten dressed, you checked your (fave cartoon/game character(I have a Mario and a Green Lantern backpack!)) backpack to make sure that you had everything, even though you hadn't taken anything out the night before. You had everything that you needed, plus those pesky syllabuses. Why did you keep them again? I mean, every teacher basically had the same rules.

You sprinted out the door, but stopped dead in your tracts. It was completely dark in the halls! Which meant that nobody was awake yet or they would've turned the lights on for the other girls.

'What time is it?'

You hurried back into your room, not wanting to be caught out of your room when you weren't supposed to be out. The rushed past your roommate and over to the window, which was by your bed. Pulling back the drab curtains, you saw a reflection of your room and nothing else.

Your roommate yawned and said, "Sorry.... I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just that I... *yawns* couldn't really sleep. It's about... 5:30." School started in three hours! "Even if I did get any sleep, I would've still woken up around this time."

You weren't really mad, because you weren't even tired. You did go straight to your room and hadn't even ate dinner, so you had gotten plenty of sleep. You were just a little upset. What were you supposed to do while you waited for the others to wake up?! You hadn't packed anything really entertaining. Well, except for your DS and a few games, but you weren't really in the mood to play any of your games. You just weren't.

'I could talk to that girl, but she's really tired so I shouldn't bother.' You sighed.

"Hey, what's your name?" you asked as you sat on your bed, shrugging your backpack off.

She yawned again before she gave her name. "Ghasel Vargas.* This is my second year here. And you're that girl everyone was talking about."

'Vargas?! Could she be....'

"Ummmm.... Are you, by any chance, related to Feliciano and Lovino and Mr. Vargas?"

Ghasel nodded. "That's the main reason I'm attending this school. My parents wanted me to be around some people that I knew. Besides, it's cheaper to go here than to attend that nice GWA.... Do you like this place so far?"

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't really know. You almost gotten hurt, but you had already made many new friends. It seemed like an hour passed before you gave a reply. "Other than having a knife get thrown at me, I like it here. But I've only been here for one day."

Ghasel frowned. That obviously wasn't the answer she had anticipated. "Personally, I think this place is infern. Hell."

Before you could say anything, which you were a little stunned by what she said, the brunette began to explain. "Almost everyone here is crazy. My relatives and Arthur have fought over me. The teachers treat you like skart. My parents didn't even know what kind of people gets sent here, and they just thought that I was making stuff up because I didn't like it here. The staff is suppose to 'treat' you and help you to get 'better', but they're driving us insane!" Ghasel continued to scream until she collasped and cried. And cried. And cried. And cried.

'Oh dear Lord.... What do I do?'

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"FOOD FIGHT!" rang in your ears and the next few moments seemed to slow down as you watched Natalya flip the table onto its side. With the table providing protection, everything went back to normal speed.

"WOW! Natalya! You were like a ninja!"

"Are you okay?!" the Belarussian asked, placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you just a little.

"Natalya, it was just FOOD! I'm fine!" you reassured her, slightly confused. You had no idea why she was so concerned. After all, you didn't see the knife that was about to hit you. Or who even threw it.

"(NAME)! Someo--" Natalya was cut off as a small figure slid behind the table that you two were using as a wall, accidently kicking her in the process.

"So you're the new girl's body guard now, Natalya?!" the small boy asked, obviously excited. "This girl must be a normaler then."

"Raivis," the female growled, before sighing and throwing a glance at the knife a few feet away. "Wait here. I'll be back in a minute." Before crawling away, Natalya turned to face Raivis. "I don't think you would be able to do anything terrible to her in one minute. Still, don't you dare touch her!"

You were appalled by the amount of venom in Natalya's voice. She had been so shy earlier, and was sweet to you. Maybe she only talked to Raivis like that? He didn't look like a bad kid though. Just how bad could Raivis be?

After watching your friend leave, you turned your attention to Raivis, who was shamelessly checking you out. Blushing, you tried to pull down your skirt as much as you possibly could sitting down. Which didn't help much.

"Hey, there~!" Before you knew it, the short brunette was by your side. He was extremely close to you, but he wasn't touching you. One hand was way too close to your leg for your liking. "So what's your name?"

"Raivis!"

The male raised his arms, making sure that they didn't go above the protection of the table. "Hey, I wasn't touching her! I was just asking for her name." He then put on the most innocent-looking face that made him look about five years younger.

Natalya ignored Raivis, not convinced at all. She turned her full attention to you, pulling out the knife in her pocket. "See this?" she asked, turning the weapon in her hands.

The blade was about 15 cm long and 4 mm thick with a couple of nicks. There was also a hammer and sickle on the blade. It had a guard, and the handle was made of birch, with initials carved into it. I.B.

"It's an almost exact replica of a NR-40." Natalya retracted her arm and stared at the knife almost lovingly. "They were based off of the Finnish 'ganster' puukko knife during WWII. They made good combat knives. The Russian army no longer uses them. So to make it legal to sell them to the people, they made NR-40's with thinner blades. They also take off the guard sometimes."

You stared at it. "Why are you showing this to me again?"

"Yeah, I guess she didn't see it almost hit her head!" Raivis spoke up, crossing his arms.

You whipped your head towards Raivis so fast both Natalya and Raivis were afraid that you had hurt your neck. "What?!"

The Belarussian instantly started to tear up. "I'm sorry, (name)!" she apologized. "But my older brother threw this at you! Th-that's why I basically threw you to the ground!"

"... You didn't throw me. More like you tackled me to the ground. B-but thank you!"

"Yeah. Ivan basically hates anyone who tries to befriend Natalya and Miss F Cup."

"Raivis!!!" was a whisper compared to the "THAT IS ENOUGH!" that blasted everyone's ears who were within a five mile radius of the german man in the lunchroom.

It went very quiet as everyone simutaneously held their breath. Raivis began to tremble and Natalya looked as if she had just tasted death. You wanted to peek over the table to see who it was that had single-handedly stopped a massive food fight, but you didn't dare move.

"Stand! All of you!" the thick German accented man barked.

The three of you immediantly shot up to your feet and turned to face the source of that gruff voice. It was Mr. Beilschmidt! The man that sat behind a desk at the front office, the one with a poker face and a monotonous voice,who now looked like he belonged in the military!

Mr. Beilschmidt looked around the food-covered cafeteria, seeming to be able to make eye contact with almost every single student, who all looked terrified. When his eyes met yours, you began to feel guilty even though you hadn't done anything.

It seemed like an hour passed before the German man spoke. "I don't know who started this, and I can't give you all detention but.... You all will not go unpunished. Everyone must clean the cafeteria! No one will leave until every bit of this room is spotless!" With that said, Mr. Beilschmidt quickly walked out of the messy cafeteria, obviously furious.

-------LE TIME SKIP~ BECAUSE YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT PEOPLE CLEANING DO YOU?!~--------------------

While cleaning, you had missed your gym class and about half of your Lit. class. Your last class of the day was stupid Algebra. How you wished that you could've missed that class! Not only that, but you knew that everyone was talking about you. No one had anything nice to say, except you did hear someone say that they thought you were pretty impressive for some reason. It seemed like Lady Luck just hated you today.

Fortunately, your math class went by without incident. You were exhausted and had tuned out Natalya long ago(she wouldn't stop apoligizing for her brother). You were glad that you didn't share a room with her, or else that would be all that you heard for the rest of the day.

Once you were in your room, you immediantlt flopped down on one of the beds. The bed wasn't very comfortable, but you could have fallen asleep had it not been for your roommate.

"Excuse me, but that's my bed. It has my stuff on it."

You groaned as you got up to lay down on the other bed, which had two (f/c) suitcases sitting on it. You simply pushed them both off before laying back down.

"... Poor girl," was the last thing you heard before you let sleep take over you.

----Morning----

You had slept very well and wasn't bothered by any dreams that could have been scary or strange. You were glad because if you had dreamed, you would've had a scary dream because of the events from the previous day.

As you yawned and stretched, trying to wake up, you noticed that a girl about your age was already dressed and ready to go. She was a little on the short side with tanned skin and shoulder-length hair tied back into a ponytail with a white ribbon. She wore a red tanktop, shorts, and red flip flops. She was emotionless and her amber eyes had no spark to them. It was almost like looking into a dead person's eyes. You assumed that she was still tired.

"Morning," you greeted while looking through your suitcases for an outfit. You dug out a (f/c) t-shirt with a cute (icon like a rainbow or cherries) on it, skinny jeans, multi-colored socks, and (f/c) sneakers. You also rooted your suitcase for your brush, toothbrush and toothpaste before rushing into the bathroom.

After you had gotten dressed, you checked your (fave cartoon/game character(I have a Mario and a Green Lantern backpack!)) backpack to make sure that you had everything, even though you hadn't taken anything out the night before. You had everything that you needed, plus those pesky syllabuses. Why did you keep them again? I mean, every teacher basically had the same rules.

You sprinted out the door, but stopped dead in your tracts. It was completely dark in the halls! Which meant that nobody was awake yet or they would've turned the lights on for the other girls.

'What time is it?'

You hurried back into your room, not wanting to be caught out of your room when you weren't supposed to be out. The rushed past your roommate and over to the window, which was by your bed. Pulling back the drab curtains, you saw a reflection of your room and nothing else.

Your roommate yawned and said, "Sorry.... I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just that I... *yawns* couldn't really sleep. It's about... 5:30." School started in three hours! "Even if I did get any sleep, I would've still woken up around this time."

You weren't really mad, because you weren't even tired. You did go straight to your room and hadn't even ate dinner, so you had gotten plenty of sleep. You were just a little upset. What were you supposed to do while you waited for the others to wake up?! You hadn't packed anything really entertaining. Well, except for your DS and a few games, but you weren't really in the mood to play any of your games. You just weren't.

'I could talk to that girl, but she's really tired so I shouldn't bother.' You sighed.

"Hey, what's your name?" you asked as you sat on your bed, shrugging your backpack off.

She yawned again before she gave her name. "Ghasel Vargas.* This is my second year here. And you're that girl everyone was talking about."

'Vargas?! Could she be....'

"Ummmm.... Are you, by any chance, related to Feliciano and Lovino and Mr. Vargas?"

Ghasel nodded. "That's the main reason I'm attending this school. My parents wanted me to be around some people that I knew. Besides, it's cheaper to go here than to attend that nice GWA.... Do you like this place so far?"

You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't really know. You almost gotten hurt, but you had already made many new friends. It seemed like an hour passed before you gave a reply. "Other than having a knife get thrown at me, I like it here. But I've only been here for one day."

Ghasel frowned. That obviously wasn't the answer she had anticipated. "Personally, I think this place is infern. Hell."

Before you could say anything, which you were a little stunned by what she said, the brunette began to explain. "Almost everyone here is crazy. My relatives and Arthur have fought over me. The teachers treat you like skart. My parents didn't even know what kind of people gets sent here, and they just thought that I was making stuff up because I didn't like it here. The staff is suppose to 'treat' you and help you to get 'better', but they're driving us insane!" Ghasel continued to scream until she collasped and cried. And cried. And cried. And cried.

'Oh dear Lord.... What do I do?'