The Lost Soul; Book One, Chapter Four- STORM

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Now, it was Saturday, so I firmly intended to sleep in. Hurricane had different ideas. "Come on get your butt out of bed it's Saturday we'll be late for class COME ON STORM!" they yelled. I moaned and groaned. "Why do we have stupid classes on the weekend?" "I dunno. Ask the ticked off Mobile who's STANDING RIGHT OUTSIDE." I leapt out of bed. "WHAT!?" "Yeah, cuz of last night, smart alec. Now come on." After we got our heads bitten off by Mobile(and sentenced to two and a half months of detention), we trudged down to the cafe, where we met up with Dimond, Matt, and two other kids who I didn't know. "Morning, sleepy-heads!" Dimond greeted too cheerfully. "You know Matt, but this is Ethan." Dimond gestured to the boy with neat black hair and tan skin. "And this is Zarya." He gestured to a girl with neat, long black hair, held back in a ponytail. "Hey, gang! This is Storm. They transferred here yesterday, and didn't get her dorm card, so they're my roomie for now." Hurricane said, snagging a spot in between Ethan and Matt. They nabbed Ethan's cinnamon roll when he wasn't looking. "So, what's your first class?" Dimond asked me. "Um, actually, I dun--" Before I could say that I never got my class schedule, Ivy and Ember strutted on over to our table. Ember slammed her fist on the table. Ivy beckoned her away. "Hey, FRIENDS! Can we sit with you today?" Dimond swatted Ivy away. "No way! You're just sour 'cause Fang didn't save a spot for you at your 'cool girls' table. We will NOT be your second option! This is a democracy!" he cried. "Um, no, this is a MONARCHY, and we're not treating you like a second option! We're asking as FRIENDS! I clarified that!" Ivy retorted. "Well, TOO BAD!" Dimond yelled. Ember hissed, and pounced on Dimond. Dimond covered his face, but Ember bit his arm. In less than a minute, the bite mark was swollen purple, and Dimond was unconscious. "HOLY COD!" Hurricane yelped. They formed a bubble around Dimond's arm, then one around his whole body, and he floated quickly to the infirmary. Meanwhile, Hurricane was giving a grinning Ember an insane glare. If looks could kill, Ember would be dead and buried. Ember hissed, and attempted to pounce on Hurricane now. Hurricane dodged, and hissed back, their fangs glistening with toxic purple goo-- Wait. Hurricane has VENOM, too?! Hurricane ran towards Ember, but Ember leapt onto our table, crushing my breakfast bar with the heel of her high-heeled black Doc Martins. "Hey!" I yelled, but Ember payed no attention to it. Hurricane copied Ember, leaping onto the table and ripping Zarya's waffle into 3 syrupy, dirty bits. "Oh, I am SO not eating that." She announced, backing away from the table. Ember grinned, and grabbed Hurricane's arms. "Ha! Admit it, FREAK! I'm better than you!" She cackled. Hurricane stared at Ember's heeled designer boots, and swept her legs, sending Ember to the floor face-first. She landed with a loud "OOMPH!" Hurricane looked down at Ember, who was starting to stand back up again. Ivy rushed over to help her stand up. "Stay away from me and my gang, you two. You have caused nothing but trouble all year for us." Hurricane announced gravely. Ivy and Ember took off out of the cafe, which was a smart choice, because the bell rang, signalling the end of breakfast. I strode out of the cafe, kinda dazed by Hurricane's sudden fight with Ember. It was very shocking that Hurricane had venom along with their water and fire. "Hey." someone said behind me. I practically leapt out of my skin. I turned, and it was Hurricane behind me. "Oh, jeez, you scared me!" "Yeah, sorry. You probably jumped a solid foot off the ground there." Hurricane apologized. "Anyhow, do you need help finding your first class?" "Oh, yeah." I handed them my schedule. "Wow. Royals class first? That's a basically whole load of teaching fancy junk." Hurricane eyed me. "Girls and somewhat-girls have to wear the pinkest, fluffiest dresses ever." They chuckled lightly, probably imagining me in a fat, baby pink dress. "Like that's happening." I said back, pulling my schedule back from Hurricane. "What building? And level. And room." "Building F, level 2, room G02." "Holy moly this place is organized." I cringed. "Aye-yup." "Welp, I'll be going. See you at lunch!" I called to Hurricane, walking out of the building. Now to find wherever the heck building F is.