Lol, strike. "Brittany!" I called after her, finally catching up to her in the hallway. She glanced at me, the only indication that she was listening. "What are you going to do about," I cast my eyes around, "you-know-who." Brittany laughed, "Oh, don't act like she's Voldemort, hun. Frankly, I don't care about her." I stopped in my tracks. Wait, what? I jogged after her, "B-But, we have no idea what she's capable of!" Brittany shot me a look, spinning the dial on her locker, "Come on. That lame-*** loser. I don't think that much knowledge can fit in her Barbie head." she laughed, and I watched her, speechless. She opened her locker when suddenly buckets and hoards of a liquid fell on her. Water. Brittany gasped as the liquid hit her, drenching her from head to toe. I gasped to, taking a step back. I heard a high-pitched laugh from the end of the hall. I knew that laugh anywhere. Brittany's eyes opened, and they were ablaze with fury. Her eyes said it all. This. Means. War.