( FPU? i`m sure that that stands for something, but I can't remember Midnight? I will not be here at midnight your time that's 5am for me ))

(Back. In return for following FPU all day, I got a pair of sunglasses and a HUGE slice of pizza. Worth it.)

[Really? You have a really weird opinion of what a cowboy-ish accent is... What even is a cowboy accent?
Pizza!]

(Sbarro has really good pizza. It was totally worth it.)
(R)
I kept my head down and stayed hunched-over. I really am a monster. I'm a horrible, evil beast.

Blythe wiped the last remaining tears from her eyes. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "One day you'll have to tell me how the hell you do that." She said turning to look at Renee and ignoring the fact that Renee looked mortified.

I didn't move. "..."
(Nice, you guys broke Renee. Good job. XD)

[I'm beginning to think that's not that hard.]
Blythe laughed. "I'm fine. You can stop crying. At most I got a bruise."

(Depends on my mood, to be honest. XD)
I looked up for a second, then scooted towards the door.

[XD]
[Blythe]
I looked at Bunny. "She's moping more than I did! Do you find that as entertaining as I do?" She bobbed her head back and forth and waggled her hand. Maybe. Okay. "Well, I find it hilarious." I grinned.

She's gonna beat me... they always beat me when I hurt other kids by accident...

"What do you want to do?" I asked Bunny. "I don't know." "Me neither..." "We could eat?" I thought about it for a moment. "I could eat. Sure." I helped Bunny up. "Anyone else is free to come." Bunny called behind us as we left the room headed towards the kitchen.

I glared at the doorway; I know this trick. They're waiting for me, waiting until I let my guard down... I didn't move.

"What about tea? Tris suggested tea." "I hate tea." "I do too." "Then why did you suggest it?" "I don't know." "What about... bread? We had bread earlier." "Breads good... Do we have anything more interesting?" "Not really..." "Okay, bread it is." I grabbed some bread and threw half to Bunny. We went to the table.

Think you can trick me? Ha! I got up and ran down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out of the building.

[Renee! You suck sometimes.]
We stared after Renee. "Cry baby. I'm the one that got punched by a freakishly strong 6 year old in the stomach." "Exactly, she six. She probably feels bad." "To hell with that! I feel bad!" "Shush." "Fine." "Okay." We started eating our bread. "Do you think we should get her?" "No." "But-" "No."