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Alana hadn't even had time to react as Robert Flipped onto her head and then off. Alana fell head first into a huge mud puddle. Her goal had been to put Rob into it. Now she was angry. She could hear the outright laughter of kids around her. She got to her knees and attempted to wipe some of the gunk off her face, only to find the stuff was all over her hands as well. Snarling she got to her feet and looked at the kid who had made a fool out of her. Had this happened four years ago she would have run off crying. Murder wouldn't have even crossed her mind. But now she was fully prepared to kill this boy.

"I don't think so. Round three you will lose." Alana walked right by him, she thought about giving him a shove but figured he might try something to make her look bad again. Oh no, she had plans, if she couldn't get the boy directly she would get the people close to him. Simple as that.
So stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her, letting out a string of curses.

Alana paced her room. She already knew what she was going to do. It ould have to wait until classes the next day. She could cut the end of English and everything would work perfectly.

Alana slipped out of class a few minutes early. Casually she walked down the halls, heading towards the home economics classrooms. Amy was in sewing right now, and Alana decided it was time to have a chat with her. As the classes ended for lunch she waited, Amy was usually one of the last people out of the room. Teachers pet. When she did however Alana smacked the stack of things she had in her hands to the floor. Papers went flying and her sewing kit hit the ground, spilling thread and needles everyone.
"What is it this time Alana?"
"You know exactly what this is about. Call Robert off, tell him he's about to get himself killed." She slammed Amy into a locker.
"Robert does what Robert wants." This only pissed Alana off. Since when could Amy start talking like this to her. She slapped her in the face and shoved her against the lockers again. Of course kids could see this, but they wouldn't do anything. She ruled this school.

Something poked her in the butt. She let out a small yelp and let go of Amy, turning to see Robert. She should have known...but she listened to what Robert had to say and her eyes flashed with anger. Her lip curled into a sneer and she opened her mouth to say something, only nothing came out.

Alana pushed Amy into the lockers once more and walked away, glaring at Robert. Walking away was here escape. It didn't make her a coward, and it kept her from doing something she might later regret. As she headed to get some food she came across a group of her grade nines. She approached the stage one demon who had mentioned Robert's whereabouts to her earlier. "I have something for your team to do. Take out that Grade eight...you know the one." The boy nodded and scurried off, passing the word to the other grade nines. They knew they had to impress her this year, as you got older the numbers in your group got thinner, and these guys had a lot to prove. She smiled, surely she counldn't keep losing against some punk kid.

Alana had been watching this happen from around a corner. Needless to say she was very displeased. It didn't help that the kid who actually slipped on the book seemed to smack his head pretty hard. Why was finding good help so damn hard nowadays.