It's validated, and as of now, I have up to chapter five written, along with some future scenes written out. I'm really impatient that way. I can't wait till I get to the ... nevermind. :) Heheh.
Here's an excerpt of chapter 2, though. There are few things sadder looking than an angry-as-all-hell teenage girl, let alone one that’s drenched half with sweat and half with mud. But I manage to fall into that small category, the exclusive club of ready-to-kill-with-my-bloody-bare-hands-mad, the kind they say serial killers are. But that’s what I am; probably as mad as Sirius Black, and perhaps even a bit more. Because I was out for blood, namely, Nick Prosser’s blood.