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All meals are served here, and snacks can be bought here during the time in between set meals.

Jess, a teacher, walked threw the hallway making everyone still. She just continued to walk then spotted a wet girl. Jess took the girls shoulder and dragged her to the side of the room, calmly.

Jess gave her a weird look. " What in the world are you doing in here wet?" She asked strictly but softly. She was always a little lighter on girls. " I'm fine, thank you very much." Whenever Jess wasn't in the gym room she was wearing a woman's suit and high heels.

" Uh-hu." Jess said as she studied the girl. " You need to go change." Her black high heels clanked against the floor as she tapped her shoes. Mostly, every kid was staring at them. Jess was beautiful which added to her intimidation.

(( Jess's outfit: http://d1n0t8embjb5t8.cloudfront.net/... ))

Amira soon entered the room, giving a scoff as she noticed the other girls were there as well. The one that apparently named Emerald, cliche'ly named after her eyes, was getting told off by a teacher. The other girl, whatever her name was, had seemed rude from the start. Amira didn't like people like that, no.

She approached them from the side eventually turning up behind the teacher. She peeked around her side, as, at 5' 1" was too short to see over her shoulder. She smirked and waved at the girls ironically, and before they could say anything anand before the teacher could turn around she slid into a seat near them, wanting to hear what was up.

Jess looked at all the kids, " Stop staring. Want it to be you next?" Her eyes looked scary as she walked over to grab her lunch.

Jess saw Emerald enter again. She called across the room in her beautiful smooth voice, " Glad to see you in dry clothing, Emerald." She made eye contact with her then continued on her way to get lunch.

Amira at this point had grabbed an apple, because let's face it, fighting and hanging on to a bridge makes you hungry. Before she responded to Emerald, she took a bite out of it and chewed slowly.

Once she swallowed, she looked up at Emerald again. "Sure I have, pal. Made some to-do lists at 5am, ran the lake, threw some knives, and scared you in just two and a half hours. Sure, you weren't originally on my schedule, but you fit in nicely."

Jess blew a whistle with her hands. The laughter stopped " Go back to eating," She announced. " Good day, Emerald. Can't wait to see if you'll have dry clothing on for class. Or will you be wet, again?"

" I must ask," Jess said loudly. " Was that a statement or back talk?" Her heels clanked across the room as she stood next to Emerald.

Amira took another bite and tossed the apple behind her, where it just so happened to land perfectly in a trash can. Things just kind of worked out for her, didn't they? She looked at the girl leaving. "Reminder that you sat by me, I didn't sit by you."

" That isn't an answer," Jess said as she was getting ready for a list of punishments in her mind. " Now that is back talk. Just to stand up to a teacher, to show off to the kids, you'll going to have to take the punishment."

Jess took the girl by the ear and dragged her to the center of the room. " Now miss Emerald," Jess said with a charming smile that could convince anyone she was very kind. " Receipt sonnet 17 threw 34 aloud to all the kids."

Amira watched with an expression in between a blank face and a smirk, waiting to see what would happen. At the mention of sonnets 17 through 34, she almost choked on her bit of apple. Sonnets were stupid, in Amira's opinion, and this was harsh punishment.

But she just went and screwed it up trying to be funny. Amira rolled her eyes, waiting for Jess's reaction.

" Emerald that isn't even right." Jess said disgusted. " I want you to do me a little dance! Remember from the 2nd grade play; I'm a little teacup short and stout song and do the movement, too"

" If you want to get an F and make everyone you know get one to I suggest you don't. But, if you want to get a real grade I'd do it." Jess announced. The other task would be to beat her in hand & hand combat.

At this point everything in front of Amira was a joke. She was actually embarrassed by this. This school was supposed to be proper, and she looked at that trash with a disgusted look on her face.

Jess was the classic strict, mean, boarding school teacher. " Who thinks she should do it?" She yelled. An abundance of yes's came form the lunch room.

" Fine, battle me." Jess said as she got into a stance. She'd beat this girl to a pulp. " If you've got the nerve to talk to me you gotta have the nerve to fight with me. Or do your little dance? Either one."

Amira snorted, ready to speak up. "I appreciate your trying to outdo yourself and impress everyone, but I really think you should just do what the nice lady asks you to."

" Thank you, Amira." Jess told her and smiled.

" Sure," Jess said as she tripped Emerald very easily. Now the girl was on the floor. " Are we done?"

Amira exhaled. She was so far on good terms with this teacher, Jess, and now she was getting dragged into this lunch room throw down between a teacher and a student. Not uncommon, just not normal during breakfast hours.

"I'll do it," Amira responded, shrugging and standing up. "First one to end up pinned loses, got it?" But Emerald was already on the ground. Amira bit her lip to suppress a laugh.

"C'mon, ma'am, when she's ready. So there's a nice show."

" Let us continue," Jess said as she took hold of Emeralds shoulder and put her into a head lock and letting go only for Emerald to fall again.

(( Okay! ))

" Ready to really start fighting?" Jess asked. " I still want to see someone do the little teacup though. It tickles me fancy."

" But then all the kids can't see. Right here." Jess said. " You can make the first move." SHe began to hum I'm A little Teacup.

Amira watched the sparring just like all of the other students. "I agree," Amira stated, "we should take it outside. In the grass. You know, where it would really be going on."

" Everyone," Jess yelled. " Follow me and Emerald." Inside Jess felt bad. But, she couldn't let her reputation get ruined. After her 37 year old husbands death she has been depressed and dark. As well as her daughters death, which she never told anyone about, was even worse.

Coben walked into the dining hall not looking great for only being his second day on the island. He no longer wore the leather jacket he had the first day, there was blood seeping through his black cargo pants from a wound just under his suppressed Tokerev's holster on his right thigh, and his nose was red and slightly swollen as if it had been broken recently (which it had). Still, he moved across the room with a smile on his face and approached the counter. He bought a salad and water and sat down in a nearby empty table.

Finished eating, Coben stood and put his tray on the counter. The wound on his leg, hastily stitched up, had thoroughly soaked blood through his pants as evidenced by the large dark patch that stained them. Seeing all of these students sitting around, most of them completely oblivious and some of them looking to be unarmed, made him want to draw his seven millimeter pistol and fire a few shots into the air to see how they would react. If it had been a room full of his own students he wouldn't have hesitated to do so, but most of them weren't. Oh well, he would tace care of those who were in good time. His class had been larger than he had expected. If it was anything like the combat training courses he had led then the next class would be a few smaller, the next a few smaller, until all that remained was a core group of dedicated individuals with the skills they would need to survive. He always looked forward to seeing that. And to accelerate the timeframe for that eventuality, he would be putting out an open invitation to participate in an ExOp contract and see who accepted. He turned and walked out the doors with only a slight limp.