Fanfic:The Art of the Hunt/Chapter 3-The First Day

'''Quick note. I've been really busy with the last week, trying to suffer through school and then working on the house, and I'm going to be unnervingly busy this week, too, so bear with me. This one's probably going to be a two-weeker. :/'''

T he door slammed open, followed by the loud, obnoxious laughs of two students with a reputation for cutting up and being late: Brutus and Ali, the Couple of Trouble. A corny name, sure, but the two were inseparable and unquenchable: their thirst to create more drama, make more jokes, and end the seriousness of life was unending, and they were complimentary to one-another's arts of this. Brutus, as might be guessed, was a bully: the core definition of one, too, and no one (except, of course, the infamous Ali, and his various friends) would dare to be around him. He was mean, rude, hateful, and loved to play tricks. One of the most hated--and thus most popular--students in the entire school.

Katrina and Calli grimaced at once, looking briefly at one another and then towards the door at the massive boy and the relatively short and thin girl standing beside him. They continued chuckling for a while as they swaggered their slow way through the various rows ahead of them, not bothering to look down, believing they were above the classmates that surrounded them. And in height, Brutus was; he was at least seven feet tall, and very, very bulky he was, too. Some said he benched aptonoth and ate Jaggi; others said he'd found some miracle to make him grow big with little effort. Despite his stature, he was lazy, unless it pleased him to be otherwise.