A/N: Hey, guys! Okay first of all, I want to say that all my most recent fics, (Dreams in Sepia; Life's Tough, Get a Helmet) are not being abandoned. They're just getting put on hold for a bit. Lol. School is getting a little rough since the teachers want to make sure we don't start slacking off in the warmer weather, and my mom just got re-married. My life's been a little hectic. Lol
But now a friend from school and I have decided to co-write, which should make things a lot easier. So, my co- author (who is actually responsible for the idea of this story) is named Becky and is in my grade at school. She's registered on sd-1 under like "France!Really?France." I think but she hasn't posted much. Anyway, this is only like her second fan-fic so review a lot and make her feel welcome. ;-) Alright, here we go!
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Small World
Chapter One (By Becky)
Rory's POV
"...write a one page report on the French Revolution for tomorrow, and be sure to include your point of view on the revolution," Mr. McWeltles states as I run a hand through my slightly curly brown hair. The aftertaste of mint Trident gum is still in my mouth since I had to spit it out because the teacher caught me chewing it in class. So what? Another detention. Big deal.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
The eighth period bell finally rings. I pick up my books and hurry out of the classroom. It's Tuesday, my favorite day of the week. I have swimming practice tonight. I think about it on the way to my locker. Although it's only a short distance from last period to my locker, it's hard to get into as it's always crowded with the "popular kids."
My sister's locker is right next to mine and they all crowd around it like it's some throne as they gossip with my sister. My blue eyes glare at her as I wait for her posse to move out of the way. I throw my books in and pull out my black one strap bookbag.
I turn on the balls of my feet just in time to escape another prep crowd.
I walk home and the spring petals floating off the trees rustle by my sides. As I wait to cross the street, a pay phone suddenly rings. I ignore the first three but finally, curiosity gets the best of me and I pick it up. "...Hello?"
All I hear on the other end is fuzz, then it clears just enough for me to hear my sister's name spoken quickly. More static.
The line goes dead.
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A/N: Not bad for one of her first, is it? Convince her of that, cause she's not sure. Lol. I know it doesn't really seem like an Alias fic yet, but it'll start to hint things in the next chap. Review so Becky and I have something to write notes about in class tomorrow. Lol.