Glossy-Butterfly58: Awesome chapter, TwinklingTealLight!
Butch: I don't think I'll bother to ask anymore, since you guys won't tell us what happened.
G-B58: We've already told you, we were just PMing each other, the-
Butch: OK, OK! I get it, you just won't tell us, uh?!
G-B58: Hey, I should be the one mad here! You practically interrupted TTL and I when we were having a PRIVATE chat! I even got chased by BUTCH!
Blaster: So did I. Just because we've both said 'Green Babe'.
Butch: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Kaoru: Things are really starting to get pretty loud in here. TwinklingTealLight and Glossy-Butterfly58 do not own D! PPGZ! They only own Katsumi(Diamond) & Blake and Akako(Agate) & Blaster. And Bass and Bradley, the pin-head twins.
Miyako: Kaoru! That was rude! Well, I hope you all enjoy the chapter. You are all wonderful readers!

Across town, an ample park was alive with people. Either walking their dogs, watching them run over the well-kept grass or couples sitting against thick trunks of trees. Of course, the park could also be populated by children of various ages. It would usually be blustering with noise, due to the laughs and yells emitted from the hyper juveniles. There were trees that kids actively flocked around and they would climb on them so their loving parents could stand around, turning into the child's personal photographer.

Boomer made his way through the kids, careful not to trip anyone. His hands were covered with sand, due to the various sand-castles he had constructed with his rather young buddies. His aim was to get to the fountain and wash his hands.
Sitting on the marble material, he dipped his palms in the water. He slightly flinched at the cold temperature, but endured it as he sank further. Once done, he sat on a bench, watching some children chase each other, playing catch. His head flipped backwards as he breathed deeply the pure oxygen coming from the trees. However, something else came. His nose came in contact to an invisible wall. His head jerked up, as he sniffed, the scent clinging heavily to the air. There was no mistaking that familiar scent.

He could smell blood.

He stood up and started following it, trying to find its source. It was rather fresh, so obviously someone needed help. Boomer felt rather surprised how unnaturally intense the smell was as he exited the park.
The odor brought him to a dark alley. He gulped at this, wondering if he had just found a crime scene. He took a deep breath as he walked in, looking back and to the sides every four seconds. The concrete was cracked, the groove was ripped away in chunks as if it was the result of an earth tremor. The windows from the abandoned buildings where shattered, something thrown through the glass from the outside. The brick walls had been painted with graffiti, forming names, demands and words that...well, words you wouldn't find in the Bible.

He inspected some more, sniffing the air again. The reek of sweat and blood hung in the air like humidity.
His ears picked up a strange noise he wasn't able to identify. He spun around, before looking down and having his eyes meet a motionless figure. It lay there limply like a rag doll facing away from him, bruises and cuts covering its body. Boomer jumped forwards, wondering if the person had been attacked or gotten into a fight. A single white feather lay a couple of meters away. Boomer eyed it suspiciously before crouching over the body. He was at loss of words.
A girl? What is she doing here? What if she was...No! Don't think like that!
"Hey...you okay?" He talked quietly. There was no reply, so he proceeded to reach out and grab her arm. Making sure he didn't hurt her, he gave a pull and now she lay facing up instead of sideways. Boomer let out a relieved breath as the worry released its death grip around his lungs when he realized she was breathing. He then proceeded to inspect her body.

Her blonde fringe parted on the side of her forehead as her hair went further from her shoulders to the beginning of her chest. It was a mess, and some parts where cut unevenly. She was wearing a white and loose jumping suit. Her bare feet blossomed with bruises as well; it would hurt to even stand. The bruises on her arms and legs weren't anything major; however the top part of the suit was ripped apart, revealing the girl's chest. A blush began to appear on his cheek as it took all of his strength to look away from it.

'What should I do now?' He wondered after several failed attempts to make her regain consciousness. He gave deep breaths as he made an effort to stay calm and think straight.

'Preexisting medical conditions often cause fainting such as hypoglycemia, severe allergies, asthma, cancer, diabetes, heart abnormalities, vasovagal syncope or epilepsy.' He repeated in his mind the exact words the teacher had taught them when they were learning first aid. He took out his cellphone, ready to call for an ambulance and the police. He gritted his teeth when he realized he was out of battery.

'This girl was beat up, so maybe she lost consciousness due to a head injury.' There was a large, bruised lump bulging from the left side of the girl's forehead, the rest of her face slicked with other bruises and scrapes.

He lifted up her legs, increasing the circulation to her brain. He then backed off, giving her room to breathe. He started fanning her with fresh air the best he could. Her chest and shoulders jumped, letting out a soft groan.

'I should become a doctor when I grow up' He fancied, kneeling down again to check her breath and pulse once more. They were steady and full of life, causing grin to spread across his face.

"U-Uh...?" Her lips trembled weakly. She opened her eyes slowly, revealing her alluring bright cobalt eyes. Boomer felt his heart skip a beat at this, amazed by the beauty.

"Wha..?" She had a sweet and angelic voice. Her gaze laced with wonder and slight fear. Not that it surprised Boomer, since he was a complete stranger in her eyes.
"H-hi" He murmured. The excitement made him stutter. She blinked and looked around, dazed.

'Dehydration and hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) are common causes of fainting.' He thought, and reached out in his back-pack. He took out a water bottle, and a tiny packet of sugar. Opening it, he mixed it with the water and shook it.

"Here. Drink this" He instructed, offering the vial to her. She glanced up at him, then at the bottle, then back at him. She sucked in her lips, indicating that she didn't take drinks from strangers. He mentally face-palmed himself.

'Why would she accept a drink from a stranger?!' He reprimanded himself.

"There isn't anything wrong with it, I promise. Look, I'll drink first" He pressed the tip of the bottle against his lips, and sucked a bit of the sweet content. He then whipped his lips and the bottle's tip before offering it to her again. She looked at him suspiciously before she accepted the drink, and gently gulped from it.

"See? You can trust on me" Boomer assured her. The girl then handed him the bottle back, licking the sugar off her lips. That action made Boomer's attention be drawn to them, feeling horrible seeing that they were ripped and bleeding.
'I have to take her out of here...' He realized, before offering her his hand.

"We shouldn't stay here. The people who did this to you could come back" He told her. She raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what was happening. It took a few seconds before she gave a tiny nod.

He carefully slid his arm, as quickly as he dared, under her torso and lifted her up. Boomer then placed her small body over his to support her. She flinched when her feet came in contact with the ground, and her legs went limb as she stated to fall back down. However, Boomer saw it coming and quickly caught her.
"Wait, I'll give you a piggy back ride" He comforted her. She nodded again, and then he kneeled on the floor so she could climb on him. He froze and gasped loudly when he felt her bare bust press against the back of his neck, and quickly pushed her off. Then he peeled off his school jacket. For a moment, the girl's eyes filled with fear and shock before it was all replaced by confusion.

"H-here. P-put th-this on" Boomer instructed her, handing her his jacket while holding his arm against his face, to avoid looking at her. She eyed him and blushed at the sudden realization, and slid the jacket on. Then she climbed on top of him again and he stood up. He held her legs up, and asked her to grab his school bag. She obeyed and grabbed it, placing it on her own back before wrapping her arms around his neck and chest.

"Where is your house?" He questioned her, after they made their way out of the alley and to the road.

"House?" She echoed "I...don't know..."

He stopped on his tracks. He glanced up at her, and shock took over when he realized she truly meant it. "You don't know where you live?" He asked her. She shook her head in response. Now that was a bad start.

"Do you know any of your parent's or guardian's cellphone numbers?" He asked her, only to receive another shake from her head.

"What's your name and surname?" He asked her. Maybe, if he went to a police station, he would find her records file and be able to get her address.
"I...I don't...know" She answered. All the confusion was then replaced by utter bafflement.

'How can she not even know her name? Does this girl have AMNESIA?!' He hissed to himself. He was in the middle of the road, the sun was completely set, no cellphone battery, and a beat up conscious girl who forgot her own name. Perfect, just perfect.

"I'll have to take you to my place then. My parents will know what to do." He informed her. Her blue gaze was blank, as if considering. She nodded. Boomer took that as a 'yes', and went to walk to his place, the girl still holding tight on his back.

On their way, people stared at him. Some gave him disapproving looks, as if thinking Boomer was the cause of her injuries, others gave him approving nods, deducing he was lending her some help.

After what it seemed fifteen minutes of walking, he came to a stop.

It was an enormous house that had a retro look on it and was in an excellent condition. The yard was huge and had a very formal look. Fishing out
a keychain from his pocket, Boomer inserted a key in the keyhole and opened the door. The interior was done mainly in spring colors.

"MOM! Come here, quick!" Boomer yelled, shutting the door with his foot.

The first thing that registered in her mind was pain, and a lot of it. First in her head—God, her head was throbbing like heck—and then she realized her entire right arm hurt, too.

Katsumi opened her eyes slowly. The whiteness of the room blinded her for a moment, and she immediately understood that she was in a hospital. Everything in her vision was still a blur, but she could feel things. She could now regard the cast that enveloped her right arm—surely it was broken. She could also feel a bandage wrapped around her head. Katsumi's first instinct was to hold her head, but snatched her hand back when she realized it only made it hurt more.

Suddenly, Katsumi's teal orbs snapped open. She could feel something on her lap. Something warm. Keeping a groan caught in her throat, Katsumi tilted her head downwards so she could see what was occupying her lap. Her eyes widened. It was a girl, sobbing and trembling as if she had just lost everything. Katsumi could gradually hear the girl whimper, "Wake up… please wake up…" into the bed sheet of which she had clutched handfuls.

At first, the girl was a complete stranger in Katsumi's eyes. But deep inside, something told her she knew her all too well. Somehow, she couldn't help but feel as if that girl was someone really important for her.

"Who...are you?"

Akako's head jerked upwards, only to have her heart leap in her throat upon seeing concerned aquamarine eyes staring into hers.
Did she fall asleep? She couldn't be dreaming, could she? Oh God, she wouldn't be able to take it. Was her sister really…?

Katsumi's eyes softened, as if the hideous shape her body was in no longer concerned her. "…You're crying…"

Akako's body straightened upwards in an instant, her orange eyes widening as a hand flew to her mouth. She couldn't even feel her heart beating. It was like nothing was making sense to her anymore. "Diamond… are you… oh my God…"

"Sister…" It was only now that Katsumi truly took notice of the condition the girl was in. Her masculine-style short was greasy and in tangles, obviously uncared for recently. Her skin looked oily and dirty, and her eyes were baggy and red from crying. Never in her life (she has amnesia too) had Katsumi seen a person look so… guilty.

Then she noticed she had actually called the girl 'sister'. It felt weird and unnatural, but at the same time natural too. Was that girl in front of her her sister?
She had the same face. Her face seemed similar to hers. The only things that were actually different from both of them were the eye color and height.

"Are you my sister?" Katsumi questioned the girl.

Akako was too much in shock to answer. As if trying to convince herself, she snuck her hand into Katsumi's after realizing how empty it felt. She squeezed it tight.
She couldn't be dreaming!

"Yes...I am. That's all I know." Akako confessed; her voice hoarse. "Do you know..?"

"Know...what?" Katsumi asked. Was she supposed to know something?

"Do...you have amnesia too?" Akako asked. Katsumi looked confused; however it was difficult to pick up because she didn't show a lot of emotion.
"Amnesia is loss of memory, isn't it? You mean we...?" She started, only to be stopped mid-way.

"Yeah...I don't know what happened." Akako finished the sentence for her.

"How do you know we are sisters?" Katsumi requested.

"I knew it from the beginning...and we share 50% of our genes, since we are non-identical twins. The doctors examined it." Akako explained. Katsumi felt slightly happy, even if she didn't show it. She wanted to get to know the girl before showing her inner emotions.

"Why where you crying?"

"One week..." Akako replied quietly "You've been out for one week. I've been… really afraid. I was starting to lose hope that you would ever…"

Katsumi squeezed Akako's hand gently, before repeating her earlier question "Who are you? What's your name? Do you remember it?"

"It's Agate," Akako reported "Look, it spells here on my bracelet." She stuck out her arm, showing Katsumi the bangle-like white and goldish bracelet gripping on her wrist, making it impossible to take it off. There was some orange lettering, written in cursive:

∞Agαтε∞

"You've got one too, Diamond."

Katsumi mentally raised an eyebrow. Diamond? Was that really her name? It did exist, but it sure was rare. Her teal gaze trailed down her healthy arm, to her wrist. Indeed, there was a white bangle fixed perfectly there. Bringing her arm closer to her face, she read a word written on teal, in perfect cursive.

∞Dιαмσηd∞

"So...that is my name. Diamond." Katsumi (Diamond) cleared. Akako (Agate) nodded in response.

"Where you looking after me the entire time?" Diamond asked.

Agate shut her eyes tightly. "I didn't...want to leave you alone."

Diamond almost fell herself smile again - but she couldn't. Not yet. "I was hurt pretty bad, huh?"

"I'm sorry." Agate said, her tone rising and falling during different syllables "I'm really sorry. I really can't remember how..."

"Don't blame yourself." Diamond reassured her quickly. The words rolled down her tongue naturally. Had she said them before? "Did you get hurt as well?"

Agate looked down, and slowly nodded. Then, she spun on her heels so her back was facing Diamond. She could tell that she was supposed to see something. Diamond tried squinting. She was then able to make out a lot of bandages, through the hospital nightie Agate was wearing. They were covering her entire back, and you could see a bit of red plasma.

This time, she wasn't able to hold the faint gasp that escaped her mouth. Agate rapidly spun back around.

"It's ok! It missed all of my major organs and arteries! And even I wasn't able to notice until the doctors did!" She peeped, shaking her arms like mad.

"No major damage, then?" Diamond asked, half not believing Agate.

"Yes, no major damage. All the wounds will heal in no time." She reassured her sister, giving a weak smile.

Silence followed. Agate just sat there, staring at Diamond, who just kept staring back. After what it seemed like two minutes, Agate spoke again.

"I should go get the doctors..."

"Tell me, do you know who you are?" The twenty-year-old doctor spoke out. However, all he received was a shake from the redhead's head in response. No.

"Do you know any of what happened before Brick rescued you?" He asked again, flicking his bright blue eyes fixed on the girl laying on the hospital bed in front of him. From that feature, the blonde hair, his tall nose and his face structure, he was the vivid image of a stereotyped American. Ruby shook her head again. He leaned back on his leather office chair, before asking the next question.

"Please, think a bit. Do you know any other information about you, apart from that lovely name of yours?" He spoke in a soft tone, as if talking to a child. Did he have to handle patients like this every day?

"No..."

After a couple of questions, he stood up with a sigh. He felt defeated. How was he going to be able to help Ruby get her memories back, when she didn't even give the slight effort?

"Surprisingly she is recovering quickly, despite having such head damage. However, she is showing the effects through the amnesia" The doctor reported outside the hospital ward, scanning through the patient's notes.

"How bad is it?" The red-haired woman asked worriedly. Her grey gaze was full of stress, as if she had barely slept for the past few days.

"When we asked for her full name, address and name of her parents and other details, she couldn't. She has no memories up until that night. Her responses are completely monosyllabic," Brick looked at the woman at that statement, "She is quiet and very unsocial. The effects of her development are unknown right now," The doctor sighed.

"Do you know who she is?" Brick asked politely.

"Strangely, we weren't able to find her file, even after sending several calls and practically bullying the police. Posters were made, but up until know no parents claimed the child as their own"

"May we speak with her alone?" The woman -obviously Bricks mother- asked. The doctor nodded and allowed them inside. The red-head girl was flicking through a food magazine, the windows wide open, despite of the cold. Brick pulled a chair for himself and his mother and Ruby slowly looked up at the two.

"Hello, Ruby," Brick said, and their almost identical eyes landing on each other "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sorry for being such a heavy weigh," Ruby whispered, obviously disappointed with herself "I just can't remember anything..."

"Poor child..." Brick's mother breathed "...But there is no need to worry. Soon, you will remember everything."

"Thank you..." Ruby quietly said. Her voice cracked, as if she was about to cry.

"This will be your room." The black haired middle-aged man instructed, walking to the side in order to let Emerald have a clear view of the room.

Sunlight poured through the beige blinds and into the room, sending light streaks to the soft malachite quilt of the bed. The room wasn't what you would call huge; it was about five meters squared. It looked as if it hadn't ever been used.

The paint of the lime green vertical lines painted on the white walls looked fresh, and Emerald recalled being asked her favorite color by her now (adoptive) mother. The sand-colored office desk stood in front of the windows, giving her a perfect view of the streets bellow. A brand new iMac computer sat neatly on it, waiting to be used. A small wooden dresser stood next to the desk, with a bookcase rising above it.

After five months of unsuccessful attempts for Emerald to gain her memories back, and the fact no files were found, Emerald was labeled as an orphan and was to be sent to an orphanage due to not being allowed dependency at the age of fifteen. Over those months Deborah - Butch's mother - had formed a strong bond with the girl to the point of willing to adopt her. Deborah didn't have the capability of giving birth after Butch, and had always fancied on having a daughter.

"...Wow..." Emerald whispered. She stood perplexed, not knowing what to do.

"Yeah, and it's all yours. You are part of the family now." Emerald's (adoptive) father said.

"Thank you," Emerald said "Dad." She added; her intense green gaze fixed on the man's soft hazel eyes.

"You should go take a shower, you are all sweaty." The man instructed her "Do it at Butch's bathroom; your shower is broken."
After saying that, the man walked away to his own things, leaving Emerald to process the words in her head.
"EH?!"

"Where is your bathroom? I want to take a shower…" Emerald asked Butch, once she had the courage. He up from his video game and nodded probably told by one of his parents that she would ask that eventually. Butch grabbed her hand and led her through the house to the blue tiled Western style bathroom. His hand squeezed hers tightly before he let it go and showed her where to put her clothes, where the towels were and other things she may want to know. "What will I do for clothes?"

Emerald asked him. Deborah was sent to buy Emerald some clothes, and wasn't going to be back for two hours, "I can't lay in this house naked and wait for my new clothes to come," She mumbled as Butch smirked at her.

"I wouldn't mind that, I would be the envy of every man and perhaps woman in the world," He snickered, leaning back on the doorway. Emerald shot him a warning glance however it was met by a charming wink.

That did it.

Emerald clenched her fist and punched the tall male outside the door before she slammed the door behind her.

"You damn pervert Butch!" She groaned back. She began to change out of her clothes and
she could still tell that he was sitting outside the door, watching it.

The place could hardly be considered a bedroom. Diamond sat on a chair, gazing outside through the open windows. Outside was a dark street, lit by the occasional lampposts. The vague silhouettes of houses here and there would indicate that they were at the city of New Townsville. On top of all that, it was raining. The only thing that kept her from closing the windows where the dips pouring from the sky that hit her face. It felt quite refreshing when they slide down her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled some of the scent of fresh air and rain, when she heard a soft chuckle from behind.

"Enjoying it?"

Agate walked in the room and softly tapped Diamond's elbow to get her attention.

"Do you want me to make you anything? Hot Cocoa maybe? Mocha? Cafe Latte?" She listed a few hot drinks. At first it looked like Diamond wasn't going to reply, her eyes dull like the ones of a fragile porcelain doll. After a little pause she nodded her head.

"A cocoa please," She murmured faintly. Agate nodded her head and left the room quietly. Diamond looked around, taking in every little detail of the place given to them. They were told to share the couch on the living room until their adoptive parents finished emptying the dusty old basement so the twins could personalize it into their own room. They weren't the type of believing in ghosts, so they accepted the offer gleefully.

Diamond gazed down at her cast, still wrapped around her broken arm. She was told it would take around month to heal, and the idea actually did upset her, even if she didn't show it. Colorful and neon signatures adorned it; most of them were courtesy of Agate.

Diamond continued staring outside. Water was her favorite thing in the world. It brought peace to her mind and she thinks better when it rains.
She let herself get lost in her thoughts until Agate came back.

"Remember to rotate your earring" Diamond simply said, taking a sip from her drink.

Agate had been taken to get her ears pierced, since only Diamond had them. She got double-lobe earrings on both ears. She had tried the double helix, but only on her left ear since she didn't dare to do the same on the other. She could still recall the piercing pain, but regretted not getting it all done. Now her ears mismatched.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me" She reached up and twirled the ear studs in her fresh-made earholes, gritting her teeth at the small sting. Once she was done, she looked at Diamond and smiled. "Do you like it?"

"What? Your earrings or the cocoa?" Diamond asked, taking another sip.

"Both."

"Well, you could get the other ear done as well, but at the same time it looks okay just like that. And I like the drink, thank you for making it." She answered, looking back outside. Agate grabbed a chair and sat next to her, both looking how the raindrops fell from the sky and came in contact with the wet pavement.

"I'm off!" Sapphire called out as she tapped the tip of her leather boots on the path, making sure that they were on properly. She took off along the sidewalk, checking that her blue school bag wouldn't bump into any one. Sapphire glanced up at the blue sky and let out a sigh of contentment as a rush of energy perked her spirits up. She stopped at the lights, waiting for them to change and she found herself sightlessly staring forward.

'I wonder if Boomer has already arrived to class' she pondered. It was going to be her first day at school, and after several rehearsals she learnt how to go by herself. She could picture herself walking alone in a school full of strangers and then, up ahead would be the well-kept blonde hair boy willing to lend her a helping hand.

She had planned her outfit and makeup in the previous night, careful not to miss any details. Finally, she had set herself to a pair of light blue loose jeans, a tiffany blue sweater with beads embedded to it and her brown leather boots. She was really grateful her (adoptive) parents had granted her a whole new wardrobe.

She was frustrated because her hair has been cut to her shoulders due to the mismatched cuts it had received. She couldn't do lots of things with it, so had left it down and fixed a cerulean blue bow on the right side of her head. At first she had tried doing pigtails, but for some reason it made her feel nauseous and sad.

Her perfectly manicured hand reached out to do the last button of her grey trench coat, due to the cold she felt. She continued her trek to New Townsville Prep. The closer she got the more students she bumped into.

A small red-head walked out of a twenty-four hour convenience shop, stuffing a bag of sweets in her bag. A red bow held her bright orange hair into a high ponytail, giving her a smart but at the same time cute look. She wore a pink hoodie, a white skirt that reached her mid-tight, black tights and red vans. Her rosy pink eyes scanned the street, and locked with Sapphire's for a millisecond.

A millisecond that made Sapphire's breathing stop. Had she seen that girl before? Why did she look so familiar to her?

Emerald woke up with a hard slap on her forehead.

"Ow!" She hollered, as her sleep tore away all of a sudden. Her glittering green eyes flashed open and glared up at the boy hovering above her.

"Get up," Butch commanded; holding a newspaper (probably the object he used for hitting her -_-') "We're going to be late for school."

Emerald realized that she didn't have any alarm clock, a problem that would have to get fixed eventually. Butch got up and walked out of her room, slamming the door on his way out.

She let out a groan as she kicked off the sheets, getting out of bed. Even though she was only wearing a simple black tank top and baggy pajama pants, you could still make out the fully developed curves she had. She walked into her bathroom and furiously went through her morning routine, showering and brushing her teeth. She wrapped herself on a bath robe and walked out.

She walked into the large main room that was full of modern architecture. Long sofas made of leather, glass tables with matching chairs, the long plasma television screen that was building into the wall. Everything that a person would have wanted in their life, she had. One wall was made of wide windows that showed the blue sky and the sprawling and bustling city below them. In an ultra-modern styled kitchen was a woman in her early thirties. She had dark brown hair pulled into a messy bun. She walked around the room gracefully and welcomed the teenage girl with warm green eyes.

"Good morning, Emerald," She said with a wink "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did," Emerald responded, giving a yawn "Thank you for my new room, Deborah. I really like it." The woman's eyebrow twitched when she was called by her name.

"I am mother, not Deborah," She called out "Honestly; you should try to fit in this family more."

"Right. Sorry, mum." Emerald apologized as she took a seat.

"That's right." Deborah sighed and passed her a plate with bacon and eggs. Emerald eyes at them before grabbing a fork to eat up.

"So when are you heading off to school?" Deborah asked her while she served herself. Emerald glanced out at the window before answering her.

"Soon. Butch told me he was going to take me." Emerald uttered softly, the woman just sat down opposite of her and nodded.

"Ok, just be careful, you know that there's been lots of vandalism around that school. And there was some shooting last year too..." She warned her.

"Yes, yes. I know."

"Just stick with Butch as long as you are outside, ok?"

"Yes, ok." Emerald replied before finishing off her breakfast.

"Thanks for the breakfast." She thanked her mother before putting her dirty dishes in the sink.

Emerald dashed off into her room and opened her wardrobe and pulled out her outfit for the day. She sighed as she pulled off her pajamas and put of her faded rock tee.

"I wonder if they have a soccer club?" She murmured aloud as she slid on her grey hoodie jacket. Then, violently put on her white sports socks.

"I guess I'll just ask Butch." She said, dismissing her thoughts. She zipped up her jeans and slipped on her green converse. She picked up her military shoulder bag, which she had already packed the night before and walked out of her room. Deborah was washing the dishes, looking like the housewife she was.

Her green eyes scanned around the room, and soon found Butch sitting while flicking through the channels from the screen TV.
"Let's go." She tapped him on the arm. He looked up at her and gave a sly smirk at her.

"Don't start." She commanded, glowering at him heavily. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up, swinging his school bag on his broad shoulder.
"We are off now." He informed their mother.

"You're walking there? That's even more dangerous. Can't you at least take the bicycle?" She asked them. Butch shook his head.

"The bicycle doesn't have a back seat. Besides, we can take the secret route I found." He told her and opened the door.
"Bye!" Emerald announced as she walked out off the door.

"Have a good day." Their mother replied; a worried tone in her voice but she simply gave up and walked back to the dishes.

"Race you up to the end of the street?" Butch challenged Emerald.

"Okay, but I'm going to kick your butt." She answered, smirking playfully at him.

"You've become really attached to my butt lately. Should I worry about you being a stalker?" He teased suggestfully, which made him receive a hard punch on his gut.

Ruby gritted her teeth at the school horary sheet she was given by Brick. She only had second and fifth period with him, giving her four periods alone by herself. She had hoped she would have him guiding her around, so she wouldn't get lost. Could this get any worse?

"Well, I wish you luck." Brick called her attention, softly patting her on her head. It was an act of caring.

"I'll need it." She replied, before walking to the homeroom.

...

Emerald's heart thundered against her ribcage as she continued walking down the hallway. She definitely did not want to be there. The school gave her a horrible feeling.

"You okay?" A male voice asked her. She jumped. She had forgotten Butch was by her side. Again.

"Yes, I'm fine." She answered, trying her best not to face him.

Suddenly, she stopped. Emerald's eyes widened as she looked forwards. Standing a couple of meters away in front of them were two brunettes around her age. On the left side, stood a girl wearing a cast around her arm. Her long hair was tied back into a low ponytail, and you could see red strands naturally out of it, making it look rather appealing. Her sharp teal eyes were dull, giving her a total deadpan look. She wore plain black leggings and a teal undershirt. A denim vest with studs on the collar finished the outfit off.

Next to her was a girl that looked and inch or two shorter. She had the same hair color and texture of the girl next to her, except that it was cut short. Her orange eyes were bright and alert, gazing around. She wore an oversized black sweater with 'Spunky' written on it in bold orange letters. She also wore cargo leggings and lace-up boots.

Those girls, whoever they were, made Emerald nervous.

"What's wrong?" Butch spoke again. His question went completely unnoticed by the green-eyed girl.

She just continued to stare at those girls, confused and surprised and...

Furious?

The aura surrounding them was a mix of mystery and friendliness, which only unnerved her more.

She clenched her jaw, an overwhelming anger building up furiously. Her muscles went tense as her breathing came to a complete stop.

She could not look away. Her heart started beating faster than it already was, to the point it felt like it was going to jump out of her ribcage any minute.
Her chest was the part that hurt the most. It was as if an old, hidden wound deep in her soul had just risen and opened up, letting out her inner beast.
Who were those girls? What were they doing here? No...How DARE they be here.

They had done something. Something horrible. Something that completely wrecked her world apart. And she was not about to forgive them for that.

"Diamond...that girl is staring at us strange." Agate spoke, waking Diamond from her trance. She looked at where Agate was looking and sure enough, there was Emerald glaring heavily at them. However, that didn't make Diamond flinch. Instead she eyed Emerald up and down judgingly and searched her eyes. It made Emerald jump a little, the hot trickling feeling it gave Emerald along her neck unnerved her but she held her gaze.

They stayed like that until the hallways emptied out, and Butch gave Emerald his farewells and went to his homeroom class as well.
Soon, only Emerald, Diamond and Agate were standing outside the classroom, waiting for the teacher to let them in.

After what it seemed like two minutes the door opened, revealing the young teacher around her twenties.

"You can come in now." She told them with a smile, leading them in.

Once they all made their way in, their eyes were met with twenty curious eyes.

"Class, these are our three new students. Each of you, give your name and a short introduction about yourselves." She instructed. Emerald went first.

"My name is Emerald. I am NOT girly in any ways, and I absolutely WILL NOT wear a skirt. Keep that in mind."

"I'm Diamond. I am not girly either, but a tomboy that dresses a bit differently. You don't want to mess with me."

"I am her sister, Agate. And I don't really care about clothes, but if I am to wear a skirt, I'll wear shorts underneath it all the time."

"Well, haven't we got some lovely names here?" She teacher said joyfully, not noticing the tension there was between Emerald and the twins.

Me: THE END. Well, for this chapter, at least. It's up to you now, TwinklingTealLight!