<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1627/eandm.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:The Queen "B"ees   -  Braelyn (redhead) and  Beth (brunette)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Flash Freeze and Miss Fire<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student<br/><strong>Location</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After school the Common Area seemed to be a well established place to hang out. Braelyn had finished her class well before Beth. For some reason her bestie always took longer on the last class of the day. So as usual they decided to meet in the common area, just like they did the years before. In her cheer uniform, Braelyn settled into one of the many cushy soft chairs that formed a nice social area for the students. Crossing her slender pale legs she bounced her foot off her knee as she opened up a book in her lap. If anything Braelyn stayed on top of her academics even if others thought she got off easy with her good looks and connections to the school admins. Pushing back a long lock of red hair she stared down into the pages of the text book and began to write out notes into a notebook opposite it. Her lips were pressed inward as she concentrated. Math was always worse for her than English. She could read books all day and be fine. All those numbers eventually frustrated her enough to throw icicles at random objects.<br/><br/>Writing out the equation she continued to work through the algebraic problem and chewed at her lip. It wasn't so bad to start but about ten questions in, half way through, she became frustrated enough to grumble under her breath. Finally with a slam of her books on the table she stood up and drew in a deep breath before letting it out.<br/><br/><strong>"Beth where the fuck are you?"</strong><br/><br/>She wanted to get out already but she wasn't going to leave Beth high and dry either. Braelyn sighed and sat back down, glowering at her math book. Suddenly she wished she had her novel with her to read instead of thinking to do her homework. What a waste. The well known cheerleader lay her head back finally and stared toward a bulletin board off to the side. Grabbing up her water bottle she took a long sip in and spit it out forming an icicle out if it. She then stared at the board and threw the pointed "spear" right into the head of Stacey McNann. That girl was a pain in her backside. Always trying to vye for head cheerleader, always trying to be the top of everything. Of course, she fell short each and every time but still. If the bitch had just followed the pecking order like everyone else, life would be much easier on them both. The icicle hit dead on in the middle of the girls forehead and then fell promptly to the floor as its weight wasn't light enough to maintain its hold.  With that bit of entertainment done she looked back toward the hallway watching for Beth impatiently.