Saoirse grinned at the usual horrible impression her friend di of her. 'Yes, Norly' she said, giving her friend a tap on the shoulder on the shoulder. There was a moment of silence between both girls as each looked each other over, seeing if any major changes had occurred over the summer. Norlandia was stylish and more ladylike, as she was the last time Saoirse had seen her. While she had adopted a pair of posh cowboy boots, a tight sweater, her signature scarf and skinny jeans, Saoirse had gone for a cheap pair of jeans, a baggy hoodie and a pair of cracked white trainers. They couldn't have looked more different yet they couldn't of been better friends. 

Stares turned into incomprehensible squeals of delight as both girls jumped into a light embrace, complete with small hops and strange glances from passer-bys. Saoirse became acutely aware that Norlandia's breast size had gone up a size during the summer but chose to ignore the feelings of slight jealousy that growled in her chest. The girls pulled apart and grinned. Despite their difference in height, fashion sense and even interests, both girls had personalities that clicked well. Added to that was the fact they both joined the school later than most other students, who had already formed cliques and friendships. 

Their friendship had developed on Saoirses' first day and by the end of just one week, they were inseparable. A similar sense of humour and somewhat cynical outlook on typical teenage life had meant that they alienated a majority of their peers and had formed a close companionship, a grim alliance in a world of celebrity worship and social media. The friendship was different to other girls friendships, however. More time was spent playing Saints Row and listening to hardcore gangsta rap than painting each others nails or talking about boys.

'How was your summer, then?' asked Saoirse. 'About as good as it gets trapped in no-where-fukistan' replied Norlandia. 'Aye, about the same for me' answered Saoirse, shrugging. She had spent most of her summer inside playing games on Steam and browsing forums. A rather interesting thing she'd found on the internet was 'forum roleplaying' and she took part in a nation-based RP called 'Edge of Hostility' (that sounds totally like PoW but it's not, okay?). Apart from that, a quick visit home to Ireland and five all-nighters playing GTA V had been the only other defining moments to the summer. The Maths teacher arrived at the door and held the door open for both girls. He was younger, most likely fresh from college and not expecting much from a dusty midwestern town. A sweater and a happy look in his eye proved he had high expectations with teaching. This would disappear as the year went on and the mononotous shit of every day caught up with him. Saoirse grabbed a seat down the back next to the Wetbacks and settled into a light doze on her desk while Norlandia stretched out next to her, ready to begin a day of classes.

[b]Several hours later, after school...[/b]

'Oh, lovely! Pink! I can't fucking wait to go running around in circles while some pervert takes notes on my form!' growled Saoirse, feeling uncomfortably exposed in shorts and a pink t-shirt. If it had been up to her, she would be out in the town with Norlandia finding entertainment or at home playing Scout. But no, the school was forcing her and most of the female students to take part in a few weeks of challenges against boys in stupid sports that she hated. Most of all, she hated the perverted PE teacher was rumoured to be a paedophile and heavy drug user.

Then, it began.