~~~Emma's POV~~~
What is there to say? Issy has let the other people in and filled them in on the intruder thing, every bodies sitting around laughing which is quite ironic because this place is full of sad sobbing people. When this rest of the group first came in there was the initial shock of seeing Bombay, then the shock of us all being friends and getting the scholarship, then of the rowdy Evan brothers. I yawn and lean back in my chair. "Is sweet little Emily tired?" Averman asked me jokingly. I glare at him, not wanting to get up from my seat. Instead I playfully hit Froggy who was sitting next to me. He looked at me. "Pass it on." I tell him. He chuckles. He turns and lightly hits Bri. "Pass it on from Emma to Averman" He told her. A smile played her lips then she glanced questionably at Issy. Both Froggy and I nod. She does. Issy turns to glare at her. "Pass it on to Averman from Emma" Bri told her. Issy grin mischievously. She hits Bri on the knee. "Pass it back to Emma." Then turns and hits Russ lightly. "Pass it to Averman from Emma, ten times harder." Issy tells him. He does so. "OWWW!" Averman said, wincing with pain. I can't help but smile. But my smile breaks as Froggy hits me Issy grins at me as I rub my upper arm. The nurse comes in and reviews Luis's Chart. She checked his vitals and wrote stuff down on the chart. "Your doing ok, I think your going to be out by tomorrow." The nurse said. Everyone stood up and cheered happily even though it was 8:30 in the morning and I don't think any body got more then a few hours. I stretch out and rub my face with both my hands. "Ish whittle Emiwe tired?" Averman asked again this time in a little toddler voice before jumping behind Portman. Today was action packed and if any of the Eden hall warriors were still upset about losing (Which they jokingly blamed Luis for) you couldn't tell it. In fact there are neither Eden Hall Warriors nor are their Stanton Wildcats in fact we are all one team we are one unnamed, undivided, undefeatable, indefinable Team. To quote some old dead guy: "A house divided can not stand."
----THE NEXT DAY----
Luis just got out and its around 3:30, so we decided to hang out somewhere.
"Ok where are we going?" Bri asks.
"Pizza Hut!" Issy said.
"The 17 of us?" Froggy asks skeptically
"Its not like they don't need the business." I reply sardonically. I hear a few chuckles. Froggy walked over to me.
"I don't think anyone else noticed but, that old lady from last time was a manager. I really don't think they want us there. Or Issy wants to be there." He whispered. I nodded. Even though eventually we did wind up at Pizza hut. Unfortunately the old lady was there and noticed us the second we walked in.
"Oh No, you hoodlums aren't coming in here!" She shrieked. Half of us knew what was going on and the other half was totally clueless.
"How dare you call us hoodlums? We don't know you!" Russ said.
"Or what hoodlums are!" Averman added. A couple of them chuckled.
"I don't mean you! I mean these 8." She told them pointing us out. Jordan and Bri quietly explained what happened, instead of making sure Issy and me stayed at of trouble. Big mistake.
"Listen you started the argument last time, Lady!" Issy yelled. I shake my head furiously before contributing.
"Yea, Your not supposed to make your paying costumers cry!" Issy gives me a sideways glare but I ignore it. She doesn't like broadcasting her emotions to total strangers. By now, everyone was staring at us. I see a woman sitting with her blonde headed daughter.
"Would you want this lady picking on your daughter because she blonde?" I ask her.
"No of course not!" The woman says.
"Then is it right for her to tell us we cant eat here because of the color of our hair, natural or not?" Issy steps in.
"NO." The mother replies. By now everyone whose ever been called a misfit or loser is cheering us on. Issy and me are grinning at the older lady who just rolls her eyes and moves out of the way.
"Another fight solved by our to loud mouths and their persuasion skills!" Portman said sitting down at a big table. Everyone laughed.
That's the end. I might do a sequel, but I doubt it because I don't have a lot of fans.
What is there to say? Issy has let the other people in and filled them in on the intruder thing, every bodies sitting around laughing which is quite ironic because this place is full of sad sobbing people. When this rest of the group first came in there was the initial shock of seeing Bombay, then the shock of us all being friends and getting the scholarship, then of the rowdy Evan brothers. I yawn and lean back in my chair. "Is sweet little Emily tired?" Averman asked me jokingly. I glare at him, not wanting to get up from my seat. Instead I playfully hit Froggy who was sitting next to me. He looked at me. "Pass it on." I tell him. He chuckles. He turns and lightly hits Bri. "Pass it on from Emma to Averman" He told her. A smile played her lips then she glanced questionably at Issy. Both Froggy and I nod. She does. Issy turns to glare at her. "Pass it on to Averman from Emma" Bri told her. Issy grin mischievously. She hits Bri on the knee. "Pass it back to Emma." Then turns and hits Russ lightly. "Pass it to Averman from Emma, ten times harder." Issy tells him. He does so. "OWWW!" Averman said, wincing with pain. I can't help but smile. But my smile breaks as Froggy hits me Issy grins at me as I rub my upper arm. The nurse comes in and reviews Luis's Chart. She checked his vitals and wrote stuff down on the chart. "Your doing ok, I think your going to be out by tomorrow." The nurse said. Everyone stood up and cheered happily even though it was 8:30 in the morning and I don't think any body got more then a few hours. I stretch out and rub my face with both my hands. "Ish whittle Emiwe tired?" Averman asked again this time in a little toddler voice before jumping behind Portman. Today was action packed and if any of the Eden hall warriors were still upset about losing (Which they jokingly blamed Luis for) you couldn't tell it. In fact there are neither Eden Hall Warriors nor are their Stanton Wildcats in fact we are all one team we are one unnamed, undivided, undefeatable, indefinable Team. To quote some old dead guy: "A house divided can not stand."
----THE NEXT DAY----
Luis just got out and its around 3:30, so we decided to hang out somewhere.
"Ok where are we going?" Bri asks.
"Pizza Hut!" Issy said.
"The 17 of us?" Froggy asks skeptically
"Its not like they don't need the business." I reply sardonically. I hear a few chuckles. Froggy walked over to me.
"I don't think anyone else noticed but, that old lady from last time was a manager. I really don't think they want us there. Or Issy wants to be there." He whispered. I nodded. Even though eventually we did wind up at Pizza hut. Unfortunately the old lady was there and noticed us the second we walked in.
"Oh No, you hoodlums aren't coming in here!" She shrieked. Half of us knew what was going on and the other half was totally clueless.
"How dare you call us hoodlums? We don't know you!" Russ said.
"Or what hoodlums are!" Averman added. A couple of them chuckled.
"I don't mean you! I mean these 8." She told them pointing us out. Jordan and Bri quietly explained what happened, instead of making sure Issy and me stayed at of trouble. Big mistake.
"Listen you started the argument last time, Lady!" Issy yelled. I shake my head furiously before contributing.
"Yea, Your not supposed to make your paying costumers cry!" Issy gives me a sideways glare but I ignore it. She doesn't like broadcasting her emotions to total strangers. By now, everyone was staring at us. I see a woman sitting with her blonde headed daughter.
"Would you want this lady picking on your daughter because she blonde?" I ask her.
"No of course not!" The woman says.
"Then is it right for her to tell us we cant eat here because of the color of our hair, natural or not?" Issy steps in.
"NO." The mother replies. By now everyone whose ever been called a misfit or loser is cheering us on. Issy and me are grinning at the older lady who just rolls her eyes and moves out of the way.
"Another fight solved by our to loud mouths and their persuasion skills!" Portman said sitting down at a big table. Everyone laughed.
That's the end. I might do a sequel, but I doubt it because I don't have a lot of fans.