Chapter Two

Pellervo totally pwns Rory because she is the most epic character I have ever created.

            Mike walks slowly, dragging his feet. I follow him because he told me too, but I have no idea where he is going. It is lunch time, I think, but who knows. Mike starts walking super fast and I begin to fall behind. "Hey, Rory!" He shouts.

            A tall, goofy looking guy turns around and waves like a dork. I try not to laugh at him, but he just looks so funny. It's hard to take a tall, scrawny, and slightly childish looking guy seriously. "Awright?" Rory walks up to Mike.

            "I'm good, man. But check this out, a new kid!" Mike points at me.

            "Ace! What's her name?" Rory speaks with the heaviest London accent I have ever heard. Even when Paavo and I lived near London I never heard an accent so thick.

            "I'm Pellervo." I tell him.

            "You look dodgy, and you are definitely not American. Judging by your accent I'd say you're a Finn but you spent a lot of time in England?" Rory bends down to reach my eyelevel as he speaks to me. That pisses me off a lot. I'm tall for a girl, but Rory is extremely tall, I think he's about 6' 4''. Just because he is taller than mean doesn't mean he has to lean down like an adult speaking to a child.

            "I'm not dodgy, you idiot. But you got the Finnish and England thing right. I lived in Finland until I was twelve then moved to England." I say. "And don't lean down when you talk to me. You may be taller than me but you don't have to bend down to reach my height."

            "I'm sorry, mate." Rory stands up. "Is Pellervo going to eat lunch with us, Mike?"

            "Yeah, if she wants to." Mike looks at me for an answer.

            "Sure." I shrug. "It's better than trying to find Paavo and sitting with him and his new friends who will probably be the biggest d*****s ever."

            "That bloke is your brother? You two are more different than..." Rory pauses. "I don't have a comparison, but you guys are super different."

            "I know." I sigh. "Paavo is a popular guy that can be friends with any one and I'm just a weirdo with some piercings."

            "You're piercings are ace. Did you do them yourself?" Rory asks as he and Mike start walking.

            "I did them all on my own except for my nose because I was too scared to do that one." I laugh. "I got Paavo to do it even though he is afraid of blood."

            "I want my lip done but my Mom says her only issue is paying for 'such a stupid choice'. So I guess if I get it done for free it will be fine." Mark laughs.

            "Your mum is a b***h, good luck with that." Rory shakes his head.

            I follow them down the hall. About halfway down the hall I slip on a puddle of water. Without fully realizing what just happened I end up on my back and in a lot of pain. Mike and Rory stop and stand above me. Mike looks concerned, but Rory is laughing his a*s off.

            "Paskaa, I hurt so badly." I roll onto my side and try to figure out what hurts the most. "What is this floor made out of? Hitto."

            "It's made out of stone, Pellervo, and you hit it pretty damn hard." Rory continues to laugh.

            "Well, I just got the wind knock out of me." I cough.

            Mike pulls me up by my arms. "Your jacket is wet too." He points out. "But it should dry out soon, it isn't too bad."

            Rory looks at my back too. "Nice Drop Dead jacket. I've got one like that, but it has a skull instead of a zombie cat."

            "Nice." I mutter as I rub my lower back. The pain is starting to go away now.  But I still feel stupid. I just fell on my a*s. That's embarrassing stuff.

            "Well, let's go to lunch. Jett is probably sitting alone at the table freaking out because no one else is there." Mike waves for Rory and I to follow him.

            The lunch room is full of about forty round tables that seat ten to fifteen people each. Every table is full and no one is walking around anymore. I feel strange walking into the room late. Every one we pass looks up to stare at us. I try to hide between Rory and Mike, but I'm the same height as Mike so I don't really hide well.

            "Jett, we have a new kid!" Mike calls to the guy sitting at a table against a wall. The guy looks up and I stop.

            "Whoa! You look like Mike." I point at the guy.

            "Well, no s**t. I'm his twin. Who the hell are you?" He looks at me suspiciously as I sit down between Rory and Mike.

            "Why does every one look at me like I'm going to pull a knife on them? Jumalauta, I won't hurt you guys." I laugh. "I'm Pellervo, you are?"

            "I'm Jett." He answers. "And I think every one looks at you like that because you're different and you kind of startle people at first. How else would you expect people to look at you when you have a safety pin in your eyebrow, a septum piercing, and spider bites while walking around wearing shredded black skinny jeans, three different belts, and a over-sized letter jacket with a zombie on the back? You just might scare normal people a bit."

            "Painu vituun. I dress how I want." I glare at him across the table.

            "I, personally, think it's the dog's bullocks." Rory shrugs. "But that might be because I'm a little strange myself."

            I look at him wondering what he means. Rory looks pretty normal except his height and his childish face. Well, his poorly bleached, dyed blue hair is kind of weird. Then Rory smiles n sticks his tongue out. He has a hole in the middle of his bottom lip and a tongue piercing. He then rolls up the sleeve of his shirt to show the tattoos. Alright, I guess Rory isn't normal.

            "Belt up, because I got all of these from my cousin and no one knows I have them. I don't put anything in or wear short sleeves unless I am going into the city." Rory laughs. "If my parents found out they would kill me and find some way to get my cousins tattooing license, or whatever they have, taken away."

            "Nah, I'm not a tattler." I respond.

            "So! Who is going to feed me today?" Rory looks around the table as he rubs his hands together. Mike and Jett both toss him small ziploc bags. "You guys are the best friends ever."

            "Why don't you get the school food or food from home?" I ask.

            "I'm a vegetarian, so school lunch is out of the question, and my dad is an idiot and thinks I'm some nancy boy for not wanting to eat meat so he makes sure to only have meat in the house." Rory explains.

            I nod understanding. Rory seems weird. So far all I know about him is he is from London, is full of tattoos and piercings, and is a vegetarian. Two out of the three things I know are strange, therefore making him a strange person as of right now. Why am I thinking this stuff out? This is just pointless! Vittu, I need to find something better to do with my time.

            "Are you still looking for a singer, Mike?" Jett asks, breaking my thoughts.

            "Yeah, I am. It's looking pretty hopeless because no one here actually likes good music." Mike sighs then suddenly looks like he has the best idea ever. "Pellervo, you are into music that's like what we play!"

            "Uh... What do you guys do?" I ask while trying to avoid getting hit by Mike's arms as they fly into the air.

            "Electronic music and heavier stuff, like you said you write." Mike explains. "You said you do synth, but so you sing?"

            "Uh... I haven't really sung in front of people... And I don't think I'm any good." I will definitely not sing for any one. I don't get up in front of people and do anything. I don't like attention at all. I am a socially awkward person that doesn't like being looked at even though I get stared at a lot for how I look. I look different to be me, and if that means a few uncomfortable situations then so be it.

            "You can give it a shot! We won't reject you if you can't sing, and if you can sing we will forever be in debt to you!" Mike smiles reassuringly. "We have been looking for a singer for three months now because Rory isn't good enough for lead singer."

            "Hey! I'm not awful!" Rory glares at Mike. "You wanker, I'm just not great."

            "You can sing if Pellervo is worse than you, which will be really hard to do because you are downright s**t." Jett chuckles.

            "You lot are wankers. I quit the band. Find a new drummer!" Rory gets up and knocks his chair over. He takes a few steps before laughing and returning to his seat.

            "Stop being such a drama queen." Mike grins and laughs a little at Rory's show. "But Pellervo, after school we are going to our place. We just sit around and play NES all night. Do you want to come?"

            "Sure, Paavo probably won't care and I don't have anything better to do." I shrug to play it off, but I'm actually pretty excited to be invited to hang out with someone. It has been well over four months since I have gone anywhere because I have been too busy to even think about social matters.

            "Ace." Rory smiles. "We haven't had any one new since I came here, and that was five years ago, so it's cool to see a new face."

            "Yeah, especially since Rory's face wasn't all that great to look at." Jett snickers.

            "Hey, f**k off!" Rory flips him off.

            I sit there watching them argue and joke with each other. These guys being absolute weirdos makes me feel comfortable. If I came to this school and had absolutely no one that was anything like me I would have to sit in the hallway all day and pretend to not be bothered by it. And, on the plus side, if these guys are different, I don't have to pretend to be someone else. It's great! I actually like school. It's crazy!

            Mike stops talking to the guys and looks at me. "What class do you have next?'

            I take out the crumpled and barely readable schedule that has been in my pocket most of today. "It says band." I answer.

            "Band geeks for the win!" Rory grins and high fives me.

            I laugh. "It's better than Choir, and I figured I would give it a shot seeing as I was the best snare in the drumline."

            "Wait, drumline?" Rory glares at me. "If you think you can take me place as lead snare, you are wrong. Drum-off during band class today!"

            "It's on!" I shout in his face. "You will get your a*s kicked by a girl!"

            "I think not! Let's go down to the band room right now so I can prove you wrong, b***h!" Rory jumps up, knocking his chair over again.

            "Ime munaa, runkkari!" I shove him as if I'm starting a fight with him.

            "What the hell does that even mean?" Rory shoves me back.

            "It's Finnish for suck c**k, wanker!" I shove him harder.

            "Well then!" He shoves me harder than I did, but I barely move. "Let's go, it's time to fight."

            We take off to, I'm assuming, the band room. The whole way there we shout insults at each other. Some people stare, wondering what the hell we are doing. Others just try their best to ignore us. We probably look like idiots running down the hall screaming.

            Rory throws the door to the band room open and barges in like he owns the place. "Mr. D, we are having a drum-off!" He shouts to the man sitting in a small office.

            "Just don't break my stuff!" The man calls back.

            Rory leads me to a small room that has a ton of percussion equipment in it. He hands me a marching snare and then gets himself one. I adjust the harness to the right height then go back into the main room. Rory tosses me some s****y, broke-a*s sticks. I whip them at him and demand better ones.

            "Geeze, you are picky." He rolls his eyes and hands me a better pair.

            "Thank you, idiooti." I sneer at him.

            "Whatever, ya bugger!" Rory stretches his arms out in front of him before starting. He begins with a simple beat. I guess we will start off simple and build up until one of us drops out.

            I just add a few double strokes to his original rhythm. If he thinks I'm no good and goes easy I can beat him faster by all of the sudden hitting him with something more complex.

            "Is that all you've got, mate? This will be easy!" Rory says as he adds a little more to it.

            We go on like this for a good half hour. It doesn't matter to us that class started and everyone is watching us. I didn't even notice them at first. And the band director isn't telling us to stop so he can start class. I just pretend that none of them are there and continue fighting Rory for lead snare.

            I realize that we have started playing in synch and it has become more of a harmony. I keep pushing the tempo and the skill level higher. I am determined to force Rory to drop out. He must think that since I'm a girl I can't be better than him! Well, I'm going to prove that runkkari wrong!

            "Holy balls, Pellervo, I'm starting to break a sweat!" Rory laughs, he sounds like he is running out of breath from playing this hard for so long.

            "I'm no where near done yet!" I add even more flare and speed up a little. I notice that Rory missed a beat and fell behind for a second. This is my chance to knock him out. I start just going ballistic and doing everything I can to confuse the hell out of him.

            Then he drops out. He takes his snare off and just watches me play. I continue for a few more measures and end. "That was the mutt's!" He exclaims. "I have never been beaten before. You definitely are quite the badass."

            "I know I am." I stick my tongue out. "So, I hope you don't mind being beating by a girl." I tease him.

            "Aw, piss off. I am still second best and you only beat me by a tiny bit." Rory tosses a stick at me. I duck and it hits a girl behind me. She starts shouting and cussing but Rory and I really don't care.

            The band director pushes through the students. "You must be the new girl. It's very, very nice to meet you! You have quite a bit of talent! Rory was my best drummer and you blew him right out of the water."

            "Mr. D, I feel betrayed..." Rory chuckles. "But Pellervo here is pretty good. She should get lead snare."

            Mr. D looks at him with a confused gaze. "You worked all summer for that position though! You can both have it. You are almost on the same level anyway."

            "But I am better!" I glare at Rory out of the corner of my eye and he glares right back.

            Mr. D looks at Rory, wondering how the hell we even know each other. Rory answers simply. "We are quite similar, both overly competitive and weird." He laughs happily. "But I will make sure she doesn't get any better than she already is, because I'm not losing to some girl!"

Author's Note

Translated Finnish Paskaa-shit Hitto-dammit Jumalauta- God dammit Painu vittun-Fuck off Vittu-fuck Ime munaa, runkkari-suck cock wanker idooti-idiot runkkari-wanker.PS I'm sorry if Rory's London accent sucks. I just used what I've heard throughout my life and I've met people from all over England, young and old so some of it might be out dated or a little stereotype-ish

Reviews

[GrandDystopia]

We all have our conceptions of what certain ethnicitys sound like, personally, i think you got english just about right, though being welsh, i am no expert. Also thanks, for the translations on the finnish, overall i am liking the rewrite, you have , made things more interesting. Please keep it up:)