Just to clarify, Faith=3rd person Finn=1st person. Yes, I am writng more than one character to convey my story better. If you don't like it, may you be crushed in Hagrid's buttcrack!

I was discharged from the hospital almost immediately after my visit to Mook's little curtained off area. Soon after that, all charges were dropped. Life was good. Or so it seemed. My stiches are out. My leg still hurts, however. It's Super BALLS! (it's a bird! it's a plane!) Despite all that, I'm back in my element, faded jeans, hilarious t-shirts, and all. All the pain really is is soreness by now, anyway.

The first week back at school was very strange. At first they didn't want me to come back, but eventually my dad convinced them. Of course I was going to have to stay out of trouble, la di da di da. I walked in Monday morning and got a nasty shock. Stepping into the cafeteria to wait for school to begin, Mook Carson was standing next to all of his cronies, blocking my path into the relative safety of the cafeteria. I stepped up and said, very politely, I might add, "Excuse me, please."

He said, "How 'bout not."

"But I said the magic word!"

Mook scoffed, "I don't care."

I asked "Can't we be civil?"

He said, "Aw, come on. I just wanna have a word with ya!"

"You've had several." I replied curtly.

"Ya nearly killed me last time we saw each other, but we ain't fighting. Me and my little buddies're just gonna beat ya an' there ain't gonna be no struggling, right?"

"WRONG!" I shouted, and pulled one of those party favors that explode into confetti. I pulled the tab and fired the multi-colored paper launcher into his face, causing an effective distraction. I turned around and took off. While Mook was recovering, his friends chased after me. I sprinted down the corridors, and when I got to the front door and pushed them open without slowing down. I took off into the soft morning sunlight.