Loose Ends Tied

[Sciurus]

PART ONE

Henry Goodfoot was not in a very pleasant mood. She'd been back at the school after going to visit her family for a good few terms now and she'd been noticing many things. They'd been bottling up inside her for a while now and they were now ready to go off like an exploding pressure cooker, which was what they did. It was seeing someone litter the school grounds that did it, even though that was quite unrelated to what she exploded about. However, that was the way she worked.

"OH that is it!" she suddenly yelled, startling a few nearby students. Turning, alarmed, they saw who it was and relaxed, carrying on. Just that weird little tomboy who shouts a lot. Henry paid them no attention and began her rant at no one in particular, shouting it to the world.

"How on earth is this place still existing? Don't you have any regulating boards to examine this place and keep it in check? Don't you answer to our Government? How can so much crazy stuff go on with no one finding out and getting this place shut down? It doesn't make sense!" she started, continuing to ramble.

A college student named Brad Jones walked into hearing distance as he crossed the school grounds on the way back from a lecture. He followed the sound of the yelling until he could see the short haired brunette standing there in an empty space in the middle of a courtyard. The other students just ignored her yelling and were going around her, used to this by now.

"Who's she?" he asked to someone nearby, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did so.

"Hmm? Oh it's just that squirrel like rata-thingy girl going off on one of her rants again." the student replied.

"Squirrel-rata-thingy?" Brad asked, confused. The student's expression said "oh-oh" and he took a subtle sniff at Brad. Yep, he was a human. Oops.

"Oh it's just a nickname because of... how she eats... and something she was yelling about when she first came here." the student made up. Brad nodded accepting this as truth and the student looked relieved and continued on his way. Brad gave the shouting fourteen year old girl a raised eyebrow and likewise continued on his way.

[Sciurus]

PART TWO

Brad next saw the ill tempered girl again a few days later. He happened to be sitting outside eating his sandwiches and it seemed the girl had chosen him to rant at today. He'd learned from others that occasionally she directed her rage at the universe at one person as if it were their fault. She wasn't particularly arguing with them, just moaning at them. Loudly.

"Doesn't this school make your blood boil? Hmm?"

Brad almost dropped his sandwiches out of shock. The girl ad seemingly popped out of thin air as he hadn't seen her coming. Then again, he had been busy eating.

"Wha-wha-what do you mean?" he asked, staring at her like the odd thing she was.

"Well everything! Don't you see?!" she shot back, flopping down on the floor in front of him and crossing her legs.

"No. Could you go now please?" Brad asked, a little disturbed. The girl ignored him and laid back on the ground for a minute. Brad ate faster so he could get away as soon as possible but soon she started again. The rambling was starting to go in one ear and out of the other by now and it had become similar to an angry wasp flying about his head.

"Are you ginger?" he asked, hoping to distract her and make her go away. He'd noticed a slight orange base to her otherwise brunette hair. The girl sat up suddenly, unaware that her roots needed doing again.

"No." she said defensively, giving him a confidence squishing scowl.

"Yes you are. Why do you dye your hair brown when so many girls here are redheads? There's hardly any brown haired girls. Are you trying to stand out?" Brad asked before his confidence died from the stare she was giving him. The girl finally shut up for a moment and looked to be thinking. She had been intending to blend in... and now she had her obvious mistake pointed out by some nerdy guy. How embarrassing.

"You have a point. And it's brunette, not brown." she snapped before running off. Now free of the assault on his ears, Brad settled down to finish his lunch in peace, not knowing of the news he would receive once he got back to his college dorms.