[center][i]Of all the things that this kid could be complaining about . . it's that [b]he's sweaty?[/b][/i]

The girl was close to rolling her eyes, but instead, she kept an arm on each shoulder in the form of an "X" as if it were a safety net. [b]"Right. . well, then. What's your name?"[/b] It didn't take long for her to become aware that there was someone else not too far away. They were making so much noise . . it was so obvious. She turned herself sideways towards the wall, holding the knife tighter.

As she turned to do so, she came face to face with another girl, right around the boy's age. The girl almost screamed out, but the facial expression of the other girl stopped her. This girl was just as lost as the other two and her question confirmed her confusion. The girl shook her head in response, [b]"No. . I'm sorry. I don't have the slightest clue."[/b][/center]