New Semester (Open)

Out of everyone's efforts, the only person that Kris seemed to listen to was Cynthia. Grace hadn't been able to hear what the girl had whispered to Kris, but it had done the trick.

Grace realized that her words could have directed Kris' anger at her. She was thankful that hadn't happened. Unlike Jemmy, Grace was not invincible. She would need to proceed with caution in this High School to avoid blowing her cover.

The jocks were picking themselves up, with the exception of Brock. His less-beaten friends were picking him up and carrying him quickly towards the door. One of them said he could drive Brock to the hospital. As quickly as the disturbance had begun, the crowd dispersed. Grace couldn't help but notice that the teachers were conveniently out of sight. So it was true. They really didn't want to get involved with Kris.

Grace tightened her hands into fists. Kris was like a tyrant here. Everyone was afraid of him, even the teachers. He needed to be taken down, for the good of all.

But that would have to be someone else's job. Grace Koori was not a fighter, and she could not return the fear that Kris so willingly dished out. She relaxed her shoulders and released her fists.

Sitting back at the table and taking another bite of the now cold, lumpy mashed potatoes, Jemmy glanced at Hope. "That got out of hand. Is it really that hard for everyone to just get along?" She paused for a moment, thinking about the soccer career ahead of her. "Nobody's going to assassinate me during soccer practice, are they?"

A prompt response came through to Kris' distress call, there was someone in the area, "I read you loud and clear." The HIVE operative Pix, shopping downtown, was on hand to lend assistance. Never-mind his day-plan, a cry for help should be treated with the utmost seriousness, "Was it those Kindergarteners again? I should give that principle a piece of my mind. Something must be done. We can't let them bully our Krissy-Wissy poo."