Where's Home?

[High Priest Ali]

(Sorry, Kris but I gotta do something with Rex and Weevil now. XD You can help!)

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The chanting was as familiar to him as a mother's voice to her child. Too bad he didn't have a mother.
"Fight! Fight!"
Crunch of gravel. Lucky he wore tennis shoes today. He slid a little to the left, ducking under Malcolm's punch. Sometimes it paid to be the short one.
"Fight! Fight!"
He never did know how or where he learned to fight. He just knew. After Malcolm's miss, he instinctively turned and elbowed the boy in the ribs. Malcolm hit the ground.
"Fight! Fight!"
He felt Malcolm kick his shin, but it was feeble and didn't hurt enough to slow him down. He was on the boy in seconds, both swinging at each other now.
Malcolm was slow. He was hit more times than he punched. Soon his lip was bloody and his eye bruised.
He felt Malcolm's fist graze his cheek at one point, knocking his glasses to the ground and disorienting him for a moment. He knew his next punch would miss now that his vision swam, but he raised his fist anyway.
"Fight! Fight! Fight..."
The chanting dimmed and then stopped. Before he could bring his arm down again, something clamped around his wrist, hard. He pulled once and looked up.
"Mr. Underwood!" Prinicpal Neely snapped.
Weevil sighed as she pulled him up, off of Malcolm and back toward the school. He spit at Malcolm's feet before she dragged him out of range. He grinned wickedly, satisfied by seeing Malcolm flinch.
The other boy who'd stood in the crowd stooped down to pick up his glasses and followed Ms. Neely back inside.

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"Well, why am I not surprised to see you in here, Weevil?" Ms. Neely asked as she sat at her desk.
He didn't answer.
"This is the fifth time this week you know." she told him. She couldn't tell him how many times she'd pulled him out of a brawl in the past though.
Weevil remained silent.
Neely sighed. "Weevil, I don't know what else I can do."
Nothing. Silence.
"Where's your glasses?" she asked.
"That d**khead knocked 'em off me in the parking lot." Weevil finally said sharply, "Probably broke."
"Let's hope not." she said gently, not bothering to scold him for his language at this point.
She stood and walked toward the office door. "Stay here. I'll go look." she said. He didn't even look up.
Weevil sighed when she was out of the room, reaching up to rub the spot on his cheek where Malcolm'd hit him. Only when he pulled his fingers away did he realize he was bleeding.
"F**k..." he mumbled.
He heard the door click open and smiled when Rex sat next to him.
"Lookin for these?" he asked in his southern drawl, handing Weevil back his glasses.
"Thanks..." Weevil muttered, sliding them onto his nose.
"You suspended?"
"She ain't punished me yet," Weevil said, standing. "Come on. Let's go before she changes her mind."
Rex hesitated, but in the end he followed his friend out of the office, and out of the school.

[Royal Vizier Kris]

Only once...

Everyone says things happen for a reason, as though your life is already planned out and handed to you on a silver platter at birth. Everyone says let things run their course, as though some kind of higher being will always be there to help lead the way, whether to good or to evil. As though this superiors being has complete control over the rest of the world, as though this particular superior being can control your life and tell you what you're doing is wrong, or to tell you what you're doing is right and that you should keep it up. They're always talking about some higher presence, as though he ruled over all and made everyone's decisions for them. As though they weren't smart enough to run their own life.

And if everyone had believed this, then Sierra would have been unique. Not once in her life did she ever believe that this so called 'Superior Being' ever existed. her reasoning behind this? Wuite simple really. If there was a such thing as a Superior Being then where had it been when she had been forced to take up a job at such a young age just to support her family? Where was this so called Superior Being when she had made the decision to drop out of school, if for no other reason then to hold up a full time job? Where the hell was this Superior Being that was supposed to help make her every day life a whole hell of a lot easier? The answer to this? He didn't exist. He had never existed, not in Sierra's eyes at least.

Only once....

Only once did she ever take the time to go to church with her parents, but that had been the time they had forced her to do so. It was the only time she had ever set foot on holy ground, and for what reason? The fact that her parents made her. The parents that she was doing the best in her ability to support because they were so incapable of doing so themselves. She did one thing nice for them, and to get what? Yelled at because she was a non-believer? She went to church only for her mom to have a huge scene about it in front of the entire congregation. Needless to say they were kicked out of the church. And her mom never forgave her for it, as though it had been Sierra's fault that she chose to have an argument about why she didn't believe in it.

Only once...

It seemed as if the phrase suited her more and more within the passing days, as she had been receiving quite a few only once...As though it would never happen again. And on this particular Monday (Is it Monday? It's Monday), having just gotten off work only hours ago, our strawberry blond found herself roaming the streets of Domino, as though expecting something, anything to happen. Or perhaps her senses were tingling, telling her something bad was about to happen within the next hour or so and she needed to be there to see it. Whatever it was, Sierra knew she would have one of those only once moments, in which case it would leave her to believe even more so that the supposed Superior Being was never real, as he wouldn't be around to stop whatever it was that was about to happen.

Forcing these thoughts away though, Sierra passed by Domino High in which she would have been if her luck hadn't been so bad. If only...

Walking across the street from the school, she was about to turn onto a new street when she skidded to a stop, spotting two figures walking toward her - though away from the school all the same - And getting a closer look at them, she knew they had to have been at that school just moments ago. Somehow skipping? Why of course, isn't that what most kids did now?

Allowing them enough time to get closer to her, Sierra folded her arms and smiled before saying, "Shouldn't the two of you be in school right now?"

[High Priest Ali]

"Hey, S'erra." Rex smiled meekly.
"What's it to you?" Weevil snapped, stopping before her and crossing his arms over his chest. He was already in a bad mood. He didn't want to deal with Sierra too. The stinging in his cheek made him itch for a fight still, and he'd take Sierra if she gave him a reason. He chose to ignore the fact that she was almost a foot taller than he was...

"You could get in trouble." Sierra said slyly.
"You couldn't?" Weevil swept a hand from her to the school down the block.
She'd forgotten she was cutting too.

"Yeah, well...you shouldn't...um..." Sierra stuttered to a halt.
"Eloquently put." Weevil said, smirking, and strode by her. Rex dutifully followed.
"Where are you going?" Sierra asked, recovering from her lapse in verbal skills.
Weevil shrugged. "Somewhere. Wherever. Not there..."
Sierra fell into step with the two boys.

"Where are you going?" Weevil raised an eyebrow.
"I figure since I have nothing better to do, I may as well grace you two delinquents with my presence." she replied offhandedly, smirking herself.

Touche. Weevil was impressed. Sierra was a slick, hot-headed, albeit extremely intelligent, bitch.
And Weevil loved her for it.