Exit Point - Devision X

"Hey girl!" He exclaimed, standing back and offering entry to his room.

"Wass'up?"

The room was full of every kind of lava lamp imaginable, and it smelled of strange incense. Its walls were painted in a similar fashion to the door, with the roof representing Bob Marley and the Beatles. The pictures grinned as their music played in the background-two CD's at once. The curtains imprinted with dairy cows were closed, and the lights turned slowly. The room, as well as its inhibiter, looked as if it came from another planet.

Fabian Warwick stood in the middle of it, with a white toothed grin.

"If you have come to collect my paper, girl I say I aint got one nuh-uh."

The African American youth shook his head. It was shaven apart from a clump of short dreddies that sat on the top of his cranium.

"Free country, girl!"

The lights turned slowly, the colours patterning the faces of the two youth. Viola shook her head and crossed her arms.

"You mean you have been up here all day and you wrote nothing? What have you been doing?" She asked.

"Bob Marley. He'sso good."

"Bob Marley has nothing to do with your paper!"

"And? I aint doing my paper." Fabian pouted and sat down on his bed. The bed spread depicted waves around a tropical island, and around it, were the words Lord of the Flies. A stack of old vinyl records sat by an old player, already in use spinning Bob Marley.

"I aint got nothin to write about, so I aint doin' it." Fabian exclaimed shaking his head.

Viola shook her head.

"You do Fabian. It was a piece about you or someone you know. This room says enough about yourself to write a huge pile of pages."

Fabian was reading.

"Fabe!" She exclaimed, walking over and taking the book from his hands and laying it on his bedside table.

"Come on. Have you had lunch?"

"No."

"Let's go." Viola walked toward the door, and reluctantly, Fabian followed.

In the kitchen, Evijorn were busy making his lunch, while Corin was busy exasperating him.

"But you godda try vegemite and tomato sauce! Its wicked Ev." He insisted, trying to squirt it over his friend's shoulder. The sauce sprayed in a direct arc over Evijorn's shoulder and onto his sandwich.

"There!" Corin said, hands on his hips with a satisfactory smile.

"Corin! Evijorn growled. "Your such a pain in the ass-I said no you bloody fool-" The dark youth turned and pushed Corin firmly in the chest with both hands. The redhead bounced back as Evijorn looked at him from under his hair. He'd had enough.

"Look, what's your problem Ev?" Corin asked.

Evijorn said nothing, his eyes almost glowing. Something in that stare was enough to have Corin back right off.

The redhead stepped back.

"Ok." He said, "Ok."

Corin kept stepping, but his room mate was not happy with even that. The redhead looked down at Evijorn's skinny wrist where the small bracelet dangled. A small yellow light had begin to blink gently.

"Just back off Corin." Evijorn muttered, as he picked up his sandwich, tomato sauce and all, and left the room.

Moments later Viola and Fabian entered the kitchen.