Saint Joseph School

*Ka-CRACK! Ba-Da-DOOOOOM!*

The smell of O-zone permeated the air, and the Controller girl laughed. But, as the dust settled, Pally dusted herself off and look non-plussed. The small crowd of girls who wanted to see Palilla get her butt whipped made themselves scarce from the weather manipulator's presence, as the hispanic girl cleared the distance with but a hop.

"H-how'd you do that," the other girl asked a bit concerned, suddenly. "Y- your file..."

"What's that, miss admin? Don' tink I din' see you workin' in da office, when I got here. 'Cause, I ain't estupida, gringa! My jumpin's sometin' new! And, I gots a lotta new stuff!"

Pally smiled as she saw the girl becoming more nervous. It was one thing to have made a mistake, and let the red-head get back at her, as a way to make up for it, but now it seemed every underdog at the school was trying to make a name for herself, by starting something. This had to stop, and Wendy Trammel was now the stopping point. With one swing, the blonde girl went down. It was good that Pally was pulling her punch, because as the girl went down, like a sack of potatoes, the latin teen saw the nun watching from the doorway. It looked like detention was in her future, afterall...

Em sat sloched down in the hard wooden desk, feet propped up on the seat of the desk in front of her, eyes closed against the glare of the flourescent lights. The essay she had been forced to write this detention sat half completed on the desk in front of her.

The door clicked open, and Em opened one eye as her petite roommate was led into the room by another one of the penguin patrol. She hadn't bothered to learn all their names yet. After all, in that getup, they all looked the same, right?

She moved her feet off of the seat in front of her so that Pally could sit down. She waited until the supervising nun's attention was directed elsewhere, and leaned forward to whisper in her roommate's ear.

"So, who'd you beat up this time? I was starting to think I'd be alone in here again afterall."

"Wendy Trammel," Pally whispered. "And I didn't start it. She'll be in, after they bring her back from being KO'ed. I hate lightning, by the way."

The nun turned, and Pally opened her book, coughing, and pretending ot read. When the nun went back to her routine, Pally picked up again.

"Guess what? I can jump really far, now! Just takes three hops from Atlas to the Yellow, anymore!"

Em coughed slightly as she pretended to work on the essay she had been assigned. It was simple, she'd have it done in a flash, but she didn't want to do it. Period.

"What have I told you about not messing with the chems in my lab? I'm glad to see it works for you, but I hadn't formulated the generic yet. Think what could've happened to you."

She grinned conspiratorily. "So what do you think? Isn't it great?"

"But you had it in da little box ting wit my name on it," Pally rationalized. "I promise ta ask from now on, okay? Sheesh! Oh! I tink I found us a new roomie. Her name's Amy."

Pally was quiet for a few seconds.

"I like dat jumping ting. Gracis, 'miga."