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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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Kitty tried to hold in a laugh. Oh god, this girl was so nervous she was trembling. This was going to be a little easier. She smiled, brushing her curly hair back.

"No," she lied. "I'm not the killing type. Don't worry. I'm Kitty. My friends just call me Kit."

Kitty didn't exactly find a red bag when she was coming up. The blue-haired girl looked around, a little confused. Having just awoken a half-hour before, Kitty had gone through her bag at a quick pace and found everything that she needed to find. She didn't really take much else other than clothes, her IPod and a few sheets of tracing paper and colored pencils. Kitty didn't need a big bag for all of her stuff.

Kitty felt sorry for Anna now. She couldn't find her glasses so how the hell could she survive in this terrible situation? So, like any nice girl looking to help someone in trouble.

"Sure, why not?" Kitty answered. "I have nothing else to do."

Kitty couldn't help laughing now, but it was a nice laugh. It did not fit the situation they were in at all, like she was plopped right down in real life, just chatting up someone in the school hallway. Kitty was like this in real life, very talkative, kind. Even though her head was filled with gloom. She only brought out the dark imagery in her art. Kitty was no sociopath. A bright but weird girl with dyed hair, who painted grim pictures on the offside was nothing unusual. Kitty was a nice girl, despite the fact that she was going to stab this girl in the back at the next sign of trouble.

Such a Kodak moment. What could possibly go wrong?

“Hands up, packs out, bitches,”

Of course. Gracie NANCY Wainwright. SHE had to ruin the moment. What made it even worse was the fact that she was pointing a gun at them, telling them to put their hands up and throwing their daypacks out, bitches.

Kitty didn't think that Nancy would fire that gun. Ever. She looked back at Chase for a moment. Her glasses were still missing, so how the hell could she see Nancy from so far away? Kitty felt the urge to roll her eyes but kept it suppressed. That just made a simple situation complex.

Nancy Wainwright rather preferred being called Gracie, but Kitty hated girls like Nancy. She once saw Nancy lose her cool when someone didn't call her Gracie and it took all of Kitty's composure not to start laughing at the top of her lungs.

Kitty let out a yawn. It was a rather bored yawn, with every single part exaggerated to the umpteenth degree. She was clearly not impressed by Nancy's one liner. A person who tried to bite off more than she could chew deserved no respect whatsoever, and Kitty wasn't going to give it to Nancy. Kitty would just ignore Nancy and push it over on Chase if she knew what was good for her. However, Chase was pretty much in the dark over this though - she couldn't see anything for christ's sake. What would she do?

Kitty sighed. She looked back at Chase then back over at Nancy. Okay, it looks like SHE going to have to be the one to handle this.

"Alright, Wainwright." Kitty started, the darkness in her heart seeping. She forced herself not to say Nancy of fear of the one-percent chance of her actually having the guys to shoot her.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tall, green canister. To call it a canister though would be wrong because one could easily see the M18 Smoke Yellow label that was stretched across the face of it.

"Do you see this? Do you see what this is?" She shook the can around so as to catch Nancy's attention. Nancy looked like the kind of girl who only saw the surface of things, and this made it all the harder to get Kitty's point across. She stared daggers at Nancy as she hooked a finger under the black tab, looking ready to send the projectile at Nancy and run for her life. "It's called a smoke grenade. You know what I call it? It's called 'Don't screw with us.' So why don't you put the gun down, and leave the two of us ALONE?"

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