October 12, 2012
8:54 AM

Quinn sighed and looked out the window, watching the cold october rain cascade down the window and run off down the bank. It was cold in the school, so cold that his wet hair was already starting to form ice crystals and stick to his head in the most annoying way possible. It really was freezing and the school was cheep, making it very, very hard not to launch his history book at the teacher. It was very abnormal for this time of year, there was even snow farther up north, but nothing was normal lately.

Quinn sighed and looked down at the artical the teecher had made them read. It was about how they had actually managed to create a fleshlike substance that they could give life to. Naturally the things werent human, and they had no human emotions and actually acted like animals, atacking just about anything that moved, but, according to the artical, they were a leap in the field of sience. Quinn just thought it was creepy. Vita Flesh was what they called the artificial flesh, so naturally these artificial living dolls were called The Vita. It was the rage on the news but Quinn couldnt care less. He wished the teacher felt the same way.

"And I hear that the government has actually managed to inplant a venom that can induce mind control in the Vita and can enhance their strenght immesly! These modern marvels in biotechnology can not only be used to create new, working, organs for the sick but also to be used in warfare! Isnt it just wonderfull?"
"Woopty friggin do," Quinn mumbled to himself.

Sam smiled and wasn't even bothering reading the artical, it was boreing and annoying. She hated anything like that since it wasn't normal and science was just annoying. Who cares about moveing forward, we can just learn by looking back into the past so why the future. She saw Quinn looking out of the window and chuckled seeing his hair sticking up.

Sam smiled as she got a idea and started to fold the article. Soon she had a paper air plane that would make any one jealous and want it. She gently picked it up and waited till the teacher had his back turned and then took aim at Quinns ear. She then pulled back and let it fly. She counted the seconds till it jamed itself into his ear and when she hit the number seven it went it.

She smiled happly and mouth 'hole in one'. Then leaned back in her chair and let everyone talk about the stupid biological wonder thing, leting the talk flow into her right ear and go out the left. She wondered how long till this class would end and she could run out of there.

Quinn jumped like he had just goten a mild shot shot up his ass as the airplane stabbed him in the ear and smacked at it a second too late and actually jammed it even deeper into his ear cannal.

"GAAAH!" He yelled and smacked his head into his desk accidentally. After a blurry instant of confusion he slid onto the ground as everyone in the class started laughing, very happy to have a distraction from the annoying blather of the teacher. Quinn grumbled as he pulled himself back up onto his dest and bowed his head, hiding his face and tryed to no avail to look as inconspicuous as possible. He did, however, sneek a glare at Sam.

((OMG your playing a girl!?))

Sam nearly laughed her head off when she saw how Quinn reacted. She coudln't help but smile when she saw him glareing at him. She alwaysed loved doing thing to him like that. FOr example she had glued him to his seat once, filled his locker with live worms and also drew a face on him when he had fallen asleep in class.

She waved at him happly and then pulled out a notebook and wrote on it 'spaz' then showed it to him and stuck out her tounge at him. He was just to much fun to bug and she could not help herself when it came to bugging him. THen right as she was about to crumble up a piece of paper and chuck it at him the bell rung and everyone cheered and ran out the door like no tomorrow.

Quinn sighed as the bell rang and rose from his seat quietly and turned to Sam, still looking very pissed. He was probrably the only one that didnt take off like a shot at the bell, but he wasnt in the mood anymore, the concusion was probrably to blame for that. After a moment of giving her the stink eye and waiting for the other students to leave, Quinn made his way over to her.

"Was that really nessasary?" Quinn asked as his scowl turned up into a smile slightly as he chucked the, now very crumpled up, paper airplane and chucked it at Sam playfully. He couldnt stay mad at her, as much as he hated it.

Sam smiled happly and caught the once paper airplane. "yes it was, you looked so bored and frankly the whole class was so I had to do something to liven things up." she said happly and smiled her happy-go-lucky smile of hers. The smile faided when she looked at her airplane, "aaawww, why did you have to do this to it?" she asked as if it had been a living thing.

She then threw it at his face, then hooked his arm and started to tow him towards the door. "come on, I want to get to lunch before they take all the good pizza." she said happy, she forgot things very quickly and her sadness for the airplane was gone.

Quinn did a little fake gasp when Sam mentioned the pizza.

"You mean the school actually has good food?" He said jokingly. Patting the little crumpled airplane, Quinn followed Sam down the hall to the lunchroom. Feeling a little bad about murdering the oragami plane, Quinn snatched up the crumpled remains and tryed to smooth it out as best as he could. It looked a little beter but it was hard to tell what it was supposed to be. Smiling at her he pulled out a sharpie from his backpack and drew a little smiley face with a mustache. Smiling hopefully at her, he held up the wrinkly paper so that the face was staring at her.

"Look! Hes Aliiiive!" Quinn declaired in his best inpression of Dr. Frankenstine.

Sam turned and looked at the demented airplane with the face. She couldn't help but smiled and laugh. "oh god, it reminds me of my uncle bob." she said as she looked at it. Her uncle bob had the wrinkly face and also that kind of mustache, he always had been able to make her laugh so that was part of the reason she was laughing and the other was because Quinn looked like one retarded Dr. Frankenstine.

She then took the paper and turned her back to him. When she turned around again she held a paper rose and stuck it behind his ear. "there now you look at least some what atractive." she said as she stuck her tounge out at him. "and yes I am surprised as you are about lunch but I heard today they where ordering it from Pizza hut and you know that is my favorit."

"Hey, dont insult my smiley guy," Quinn joked and twirled the stem of the rose between his fingers lightly, being carefull not to rip the fragile material, "And my face, or ill make your Rose wish it had never been born. It would have been more fun with one of those paper cranes though. At least i can decapatate those"

Punching her in the arm lightly, they made his way to the lunch room and flopped his bag down at their usual table and knocked down his chair by accident. He was having an off day. Sighing and hoping that he hadnt ripped his Edgar Allan Poe book (he had paid 20 bucks for the hardback coppy damn it!) and went into the lunchroom to get himself some hard earned grub.

The food was questionable at best, even if they had ordered from the outside. They had left it out and even the heating light couldnt make it fresh again. By the time he made it to the end of the line the pizza was stone cold and just as stale as when he had picked it up. With a sigh he popped one of the little strawberry milk cartains (Shugar!) onto his tray and paid. It was almost seven dollars for a lunch and drink. He scowled. Everything was expensive now, and the dollar was worth a heck of a lot less than it used to, but seven dollars for a slice of pizza was rediculous no matter what era you where in.

"I hate our school," Quinn remarked as he sat dwon at their table.

Sam followed behing him "yeah so do I." she said and placed her tray down. She had two pieces of pizza and two chocolate milks. "I really do wish they had better pizza." she said as she placed the one pizza ontop of the other. it was like a weird sandwitch and she loved doing this. When she bit down she quickly spit it out and let her tounge hang out of her mouth.

:I offically declared this pizza a rock" she said and droped it onto her tray and watched as it cracked when it landed. She then quickly grabed her backpack and pulled out a lunch box, she always carryed a spar lunch just incase the shool lunch sucked beyond beliefe. "I got two sandwitches if you want one." she said as she opend her lunch box and looked at him. "oh and what was going on in our last class, I wasn't really paying attention." she said as looked at him.

"Thanks," He said and sat his pizza slice down like it was going to eat him. Eyeing the 'rock' sceptically, he took the sandwich gratefully. Opening his milk he shoved the first half of the sandwich into his mouth and swallowed it whole, not even bothering to chew the darned thing. Taking a swig of the milk to shove the rest of the food down his esophagus, he turned to her and eyed idily at the artical that was sticking out of the side of the book rather malevolantly.

"We didnt talk about anything interesting. It was about those weird Vita things. Its more creepy than anything but think a maniquin that eats. Meat. And has weird venom and stuf," Quinn said, waving his hands around as he talked like he always did. One of these days he was going to smack somebody in the face by accident.

Sam watched him as she bit into her sandwitch, tasting the penutbutter, the jelly, and the chips in it. "sounds very werid and stupid if you ask me." she said as she shoved the rest of the sandwitch into her mouth and downed the first carton of milk.

"sooner or later that stuff is going to cause more harm rather then helping us humans." she siad as she dissassembled the milkcarton and then started to fold it and soon had a papper X-mas tree before her. "so, what are you hopeing to get for christmas?" she asked as she set the paper tree down and opend her other carton of milk.

"Yea i know what you mean. I understand the whole medical part of it. I mean if you need a new heart that Vita flesh stuf must be a godsent, but did they really need to make a whole being? It think its overkill," Quinn sighed and finished off his sandwich. Quinn just looked at her for a moment and stared. Raising his eyebrows sarcastically he leaned across the table and pointed out slowly, "Sam...you do realize its october right? Im still trying to figure out what i want to be for that halloween party"

Sam smiled wickedly "you know I like knowing what you want so that I can get it before the rush." she said as she looked at him and finished her milk. "and I thought you already had a idea of what you wanted to be for the halloween party." she said as she dissassembled the milk carton and turned it itno a pumpkin. "but if you haven't decided maybe you should go as batman." she said and chuckled at the idea of it.

"Mhm, reall original. I actually think im going to go as a Devil or something. Nice and easy," Quinn said with a sigh and played around with the little pumpkin and wrapped it like a present with the leftover celophane from the sandwich and tied it up with a twisty tie. Why? He didnt feel like it.

"And if you want to get me something make me a oragami Statue of Liberty gal going all king kong on the Eiffel Tower. Even add a couple of fighter jets if you want to get fancy," Quinn said jokingly, "Yea, have her show those French bastards whos boss"

((I apologise to French people everywhere.))

((lol and I am enjoying this more and more))

Sam smirked and thought that later she would ask him what he wanted to x-mas. She would make that for him though, he always gave her cool ideas for new origami pieces. "that would be intersting to see and I am so going to make that." she siad happly then thought about what she would be for halloween.

"which do you like better werewolf with the face of george washington on it or dead irland girl with a ax in her head and arrows sticking out of her back." she asked as she looked at him. She always loved halloween because it let her be herself and show how creative she was.

((Ik XD))

"Dont kill yourself over it Sam, sheesh. I was joking you know," he chuckled. He knew from the start that she was going to do it. Thats why he mentioned it, but he wouldnt admit that he used Sam as his oragami slave. Never.

"I like the furry George Washington one. After all whats more american, and in the spirit of halloween, than ripping off a historical icon? Nothing i say!" He declared, "But how are you going to get wooden werewolf fangs? I dont think they make those. And youd get splinters in your mouth..."

((and sorry but I will have to go for a bit soon))

Sam smiled "oh, I actually alreayd have firgured out if you want ot see. " she said as she pulled her bag out and started to go threw it. She finally found it at the bottom of the backpack with a load of other crap. She pulled it out and held it up happly.

"ha found it finally." she said and set it down on teh table. it was a set of vampire fangs that had been painted to look like wood. "when I was going this my parents actually thought I had finally gone mental." she said as she smiled happly. Her parents always thought she was on the verg of breaking down and going on a rampage of killing so they always ketp a eye on her.

((daw ok))

"Sweeet," Quinn sand and picked up one of the fangs and marveled at how well she actually painted the wood markings into the wood. It was almost creepy how well she did these things. Quinn often found himself feeling a big jelous of his friend, having the artistic talent of a cocker spaniel, but in the end he reasoned that having talent wasnt that inportant as long as he had someone who could make the stuf for him. Sam met that qualification perfectly.

"You overdo everything," he chuckled and handed the fang back, "Just make sure you dont swallow the damn paint. God only knows what chemicals they put in that crap"

Sam laughed "dont worry, I have plenty of experence not to swallow the paint." she said as she stuck the fangs in and hissed at him. Some of the other kids looked over at there table and she just smiled at them, knowing they thought that she was nuts, which she was in some ways.

"so what do your pland for after school today? or do your parents have you doing something demented again?" she asked as she smiled at him. She looked like a girl version of washington exepct she had green eyes and her black hair had small strands of white going threw it that made her look as if she was some sort of skunk.

Quinn smiled menacingly at the crowd of stareing students and flipped them off rather spectacularly. He liked the fact that everyone thought they were crazy. When he was young he was big on being allone and he had never really liked sports all that much. He had been chubby in elementary school, in compleet contrast between his stick like body now, which made him a bit of an outcast and also the fact that he loved to read more than play kickball. Plus he had lived in the U.K., Bristol to be exact, for most of his young life and had a very thick accent. It had disapeared over the years, but at the time it had earned him a lot of taunting. It was a reputation that he was very proud up. When you were strange the ass holes tended to avoid you, occasionally they would pick on you, but over all if you kept to yourself, and maybe talked to yourself in class just to add errect, only the people who were worth talking to would actually dare come near you. Becides the crazys were more fun.

Running his midnight blue eyes over the crowd, he glared randomly out at them untill they turned back. Running a hand through his curly copper hair, he turned back to Sam with a sort of apathetic look.

"No actually I'm free as far as i know. My moms trying to turn the sidewall on the bacement into a rock climbing wall. Shes actually trying to take out the top of the wall and the roof so she can climb all the way out of the house," He said with a role of the eye, "I dont think she understands how cold out it is yet. And my dad is out duckhunting. But if i came over to your house i think i could get out of distroying our house"

((omg you where up till 1 in the morning D: ))

((yes, I was but just to say I was actually up till 2 and watching FMA on adult swim))

Sam laughed, his mother was so much fun. Sometimes she wished that her mother was like that but no, she only had a dad who was very fun. Her mother had died in a car accident when she was five and her dad just never remarryed. She had moved here for Alaska after that since her dad thought she would be more safe here then up there where bears and moose could hurt her and the cold could bit her fingers off if she wasn't to carefull in the winter. So she was here now, with a father who worked as a carpender and loved to build things. That was where she got her talent for makeing things from. But she never knew where she got her weridness from, her father always said it was from her mother who use to paint and write weird things for a living. But she couldn't remember her mother, she could never remember anything past six.

Sam smiled "that sounds great but just to say dad is working on his next new project, a table with the faces of all the presidents on it." she said as she smiled. That was where she got the idea for her costume.

((Well, as long as its Fma XD))

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Quinn said with a sigh when she mentioned the table that her dad was making. Finishing off his strawberry milk, Quinn brought his tray up. Though, this wasnt exactly hard, seeing as they sat right next to where they were supposed to toss their dirty trays. The lunch ladies hated it and that was half the fun.

"Ill bring over my silent hill game if you want, though i want to kick your ass on that new ninja thing you got," Quinn chuckled, sitting back down at the table.

Sam smiled evily "oh, I will kill you in the ninja game and yes bring it over." she said as she came back from tossing her stuff away. She loved video games and she loved kicking his ass in any game. He wasn't that bad at them she was just better at them in every way and could whip his butt most of the time.

"oh, and if you want to stay for dinner I am makeing pasta." she siad happly. Since she was the only woman in her house she was incharge of makeing all of the food and that included her dad when it came to lunch. She has become a very good cook over the years but soem of the things tasted like crap.

"You wish," He scoffed as the bell rand and the rest of the students flooded to the doors. Quinn sighed, grabbing his bag and pushing his chair in. It was almost the end of the day, thank God. He hated school, as all sane children should, and knew already that he wouldn't be going to college. Becides he had band next, going home could wait.

Now, their band wasn't an actual band. The fact of the matter was that their school sucked donkey balls and that included band. The school wouldnt actually fund the program, why was anyones guess, but because of this they had only a rusty old oboe, a trombone with no slider, and a drum with a hole in it. That was it. But luckally, because the school was stupid, they were not aware of this and so they could focus their two free periods on something else. That something else was chilling and bowling. Yes, they had actually made a working bowling rink in the basement. It was pretty awesome.

"And pastas alright. As long as its food and digestible," Smirking to her knowing that he could easily clean out her refrigerator in less than an hour.