So, I decided to go ahead and write this, so people would kind of get a feeling of it. Characters can still be submitted, of course!
This introduces the Choir Coach, I guess that's what he/she will be referred to as...? And of course the boys of Big Time Rush, and one of your submitted OC's! One of my favorites, not that I don't like them all. Actually, I love all your characters. No lie. I know that's kind of cliche'd, but it's so true. You all mean a lot to me! Is that weird for me to say that? I don't know. If it is, I'm a creeper. Oh, well. On with the story!
Gymnasiums were supposed to be loud, but this was just disastrous. If it weren't for the boundary of teachers on the bottom of each bleacher, the room would be in total disarray. Or, in more disarray than it already was. Okay, it'd be a total war zone. Aldolfo Palmero, principal of Duluth East High School was beginning to regret his decision of allowing the students of Central High School join East territory. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a migraine making it's way due to the yelling of profanities, protests, and he was pretty sure he saw people removing their clothing. He sighed, and wondered if he still had some of last year's scotch left in his bottom drawer.
"Principal Palmero, I think it's time to go explain the situation to the students…"
Ana Casanova, assistant principal at East High, was a timid, fidgety, and jumpy kind of character. This was due to a childhood of torment brought upon by her classmates for being not only foreign, but over-weight, untalented, and, well, jumpy. Throughout middle and high school, she endured many kicks to the shin, purpose trips in the hall, having her clothes stolen from the locker room on more that one occasion, and having to go home early due to other means of harassment. How she gained the position of an assistant principal being as meek as she was, was beyond everyone. None of the students minded, though, because she was the head of the discipline department, and it was easy to talk her out of giving them the punishment they would have had if they had a ore stable head of discipline.
Palmero groaned to himself as he made his way to the pedestal they usually had kept hidden behind the curtains on the stage. Yes, their gym had a stage. This was due to the fact that the auditorium was on the furthest side of the campus, and for festivities held during school, they didn't want to have the students walk far and blah blah blah, according to the county, there were laws against that, which meant they had to cut into the budget, and build onto the gymnasium, much to Palmero's chagrin.
He cleared his throat into the microphone, attempting to gain the attention of the students. He had no luck with this, and resorted to yelling.
"Students! Shut up!" It took a few minutes, but the over-crowded room fell to silence. He sighed. "I realize you may be confused to see your student body has grown twice it's size. And with your rivals, none-the-less." He took in a breath while some of the students let out their frustration. By yelling, of course. When it died down, he began to speak again. "So, we'll all just have to learn to get along. And that's that. Good-bye—"
Before he left his place at the pedestal, he was rushed into by one of his newest faculty members, Lauren Campbell; a fresh out of college Biology major, teaching, of course, science classes. Lauren was a bit of an over-achiever in her school days not long ago, and still maintained that air about her. She was dim-witted, but didn't let that keep her from her love of science. A lot of the current faculty members didn't have much of a liking for her, most of them being the female members. Her never-ending abundance of energy, petite body, shimmering blue eyes, and flowing blonde hair made her the apple of most of their male co-workers' eyes. Unfortunately for them, she didn't bother to give any of them the time of day.
"Also, students," she said into the microphone, hoping their attention hadn't already drifted, "Show Choir auditions are in two weeks! Don't forget to sign-up…" She trailed off as she realized the teachers had already begun to let the students leave, most of them not bothering to pay attention. "…Have a nice day?"
She sighed, feeling defeated, and kicked a soda can one of the students had thrown, trying to aim at their rivals. She knew that this year was going to be hectic because of the whole situation, but at least she was new along with them, and made a vow to herself at that moment to not give up. Her students needed her!
"Uh, Miss Campbell?" The blonde turned to see the gym teacher, Mrs. Christmas.
"Oh, uh, hi!" Lauren said, a bit flustered. She had been caught in an awkward position. When lost in thought, she often made strange body movements. This was one of those times. With her hand over her chest and an intense look on her face, she felt a bit silly. "I was just…Praying. For students to join the Show Choir."
The some-what abrasive and slightly older woman shrugged it off. "Mind helping me pick up the gym? I have a class in an hour."
Lauren looked around the large gymnasium, and gulped. The place was a massive mess, but she couldn't say no. Her conscience just wouldn't let her. So, she sighed and agreed, grabbing one of the trash bags the larger woman was holding, and began picking up soda cans, milk cartons, and breakfast bar wrappers. But at least a half hour into the project, she realized something.
Dropping her trash bag, she dashed out of the double doors of the building, and ran like the wind to her classroom. Yes, the young woman had forgotten that she had a first period class, and hoped that no one had realized she'd forgotten. When she threw open the door, breathing heavily and worn out from her run—not to mention she was wearing heals—she noticed that everything was in order, and her students were separated, each side glaring at the other. No one seemed to notice her absence.
"Hi everybody!" She said loudly to get the attention of the class. This method seemed to work, as all the students looked her way, surprised. "Welcome to…" She glanced around the class, not sure which class she was currently supposed to be teaching. She heard someone cough "Biology" from the thirty students before her. "Welcome to Biology! I'm Miss Campbell, and this is your syllabus." She picked up the piece of paper form her desk, showing it to the class, then picked up the stack, and passed them out.
Maybe, she thought to herself, this won't turn out so bad.
James Diamond tore the flyer off the bulletin board in the main hallway before making his way to the lunch room, reading over the brightly colored sheet of paper. Show Choir was most likely social destruction, but he'd always wanted to pursue a career in singing, and this would help him achieve his dream. At least, he thought it would. Now, if only he could convince his friends to audition with him.
"So, what do you think?" James asked as his three friends sat on the ground in front of him, looking over the paper.
All of the Central High students had decided to eat outside that day; well, it wasn't as much of a decision as they didn't really have a choice. This was because the East High students were being territorial, and not letting them eat inside. So, they did the only other logical thing, and went outside to eat. And there was James, and his three best friends, sitting on the ground, being bitten by ants.
Kendall Knight, the unofficial leader of their group of friends, was the first to speak up. "Show Choir? We're already on the bottom of the food chain. You want us to suffer even more?"
"It won't be suffering!" James defended. "It's…It's…It's a revolution!"
"A revolution?" Logan Mitchell, the brain of their small group, questioned, finding the whole situation slightly entertaining.
"Dude!" Carlos Garcia, the signature Helmet Head, shouted. "Show Choir is for gays! Do you want to be hit on by dudes!"
The four boys heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, and looked up to a guy surrounded by three extremely good-looking females. All four of them were wearing sunglasses, and dressed to impress. The boy looked like he just stepped out of an episode of Jersey Shore, due to his dark hair and tanned skin. He had a look of obvious distaste on his face, along with his groupies; all of them had their arms crossed.
"Bitches, I did not just hear you mock both Show Choir and homosexuals in the same sentence. Correct?" His voice was high pitched, and filled with venom. The four boys sitting on the ground couldn't help but flinch.
Carlos shook his head. "Definitely not. We're so going to those auditions!" He paused. "Show Choir and gay people are awesome!"
The boy hovering above them smirked, spun on his heal, and walked away; the females following him.
"So we're auditioning?" James asked, hope evident in his voice.
His three friends sighed in unision, Kendall answering for them. "I guess so."
By the way, who all watched the season premier of GLEE tonight? I did! So funny. Love that show.
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