*Okay, so in this story, TD I/A/WT did happen, but no one told their kids about it for obvious reasons. I hope you enjoy it. This is sort of an experimental story. I'll continue it if you guys like it, it WILL be DxG eventually. Patience, people!*
"Hemlock!" My mom yelled, waking me up. I groaned and shut off my black alarm clock which read 7:00AM.
"I'm sick. I -I can't go to school today! See? Cough, cough!" I yelled through my now open door.
"It's your first day of seventh grade, and you won't be getting out of it. So get ready. Your father's taking you to school today." She muttered. I groaned in protest, but did as I was told. I brushed through my long black, bright green, and teal hair. I put on my spiked dog collar and skull shirt from my dad. After that, I put on a black miniskirt, black tights, and hot red Converse. I piled on black eyeshadow. Liner, and mascara. Then, I put on some black lipstick and ran downstairs.
"Hey Mom, would you look at that, I'm not late today." I said sarcastically. The truth is I'm never late, but my mom is really paranoid that one day I'm going to make it to school late and then the world's going to blow up. I took in the sight of my mother. Apparently, she hasn't changed in years. Her long completely teal hair ended at her waist, which was adorned with tons of different studded belts. Today my mom was wearing a black tank top like dress that pleated after the waist. She had paired it with black stockings and her ruddy old black combat boots. I was lost in my mom's charcoal eyes that are similar to mine until the doorbell rang. I grabbed my black pinstriped messenger bag and opened the door, only to be greeted by my stepmother. She was wearing a gray blazer on top of a plain white blouse. Her brown hair was pulled into a bun with visible chopsticks. Her skirt was a gray which matched her blazer, and her jet black stilettos added a few inches to her height. I sat there staring at her. She was completely immersed in what she was doing on her PDA. Apparently, she's very close to having complete control over our province.
"Well are you coming or not? I have a REAL job to get to." She said, looking in my mother's direction.
"My mom has a real job, Courtney. Hers is just fun." I muttered, walking past her to her sleek gray sedan. She ran as fast as you can run in six inch heels and took the wheel. I scoffed upon entering the backseat of the car. My worst enemy, a.k.a my step brother, was seated next to me. His short brown hair was combed neatly on his head. He was wearing a short sleeved Abercrombie button down with a button that said "Vote for Courtney!" pinned to his collar. He had on a pair of light wash jeans and expensive running shoes. He was easily the best looking, highest achieving, most popular kid in our grade.
"Hello, Hemlock." He said with a fake smile. He was only nice to me when he was around his mom, my dad, or his biological dad. Him, now he's gorgeous. His name's Justin and he's a male model that's on pretty much every clothing store window in the mall.
"Hi, Alexander." I said almost sarcastically.
"Did you get a button?" He asked, lifting his collar a little bit.
"Um, yeah, I have one on my bag." I said, showing him the front of my messenger bag that was loaded with pins. I'm pretty sure one of her horrific buttons are on there somewhere.
"Okay, that's wonderful." He said politely. Luckily, his mother drove like a maniac, and we had just pulled up to the school.
"Later, Courtney." I said before opening the car door and hopping out. Alexander kissed his mother's cheek before following. We crossed our arms and walked up to each other.
"I hate you." I said proudly.
"Same." He said in the menacing tone that I knew all to well. We said "Hmph!" at the same time before turning and walking in opposite direction. I saw my best friend and immediately ran to her.
"Hi Gidget." I said to her. She had long blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail. A beige cowboy hat adorned her head. Her baby blue T-Shirt was peeking out from under her bright pink shirt that was open. She had on baggy gray board shorts and brown leather sandals.
"Hey Hemlock." She said with a sweet smile.
"First day huh?" I asked, looking around the grounds of our packed campus. This was our second year at this crazy middle school.
"Mhm. Well, hey, I want to you to meet the new girl." Gidget said. Out of nowhere came a girl of mixed race. She had a free-flowing weave in her hair. It was black with natural streaks of red here and there. She also wore glasses, but these were a stylish pair of red Dolce and Gabanna ones. Her outfit was a light yellow shirt with what looked like a hamburger on it, a pair of long straight jeans, and sneakers with the tongues pushed upwards. She was also slightly large, but was also sort of scrawny and fragile.
"Um, hey girl…" She said, looking me up and down.
"LeShantay, this is Hemlock." Gidget introduced.
"Ah, Hemlock, A poisonous drug derived from an Eurasian plant of the genus Conium. The ancient wise man Socrates-" She began, but I cut her off.
"What's really funny is that I want to hug you, but at the same time I want to pound you." I said truthfully. I really was feeling that inside, who knows why?
"I just know this year will be great! All the parties!" Gidget interrupted.
"Which I'll be crashing, of course." Said a voice behind us. We turned around to Melina, the school's queen bee. She's admittedly beautiful. Lightly tanned skin, almond eyes, and sleek, black, flowing hair. Today, she was wearing a maroon button down shirt that was buttoned so it just covered everything it had to. She was wearing belted khaki short shorts, and red wedge sandals that matched her shirt. Her silver bull necklace shined in the morning sun. Oh yeah, and she's also my oh-so-wonderful stepbrother Alexander's girlfriend.
"Get lost, Melina." I said, giving her the stink eye. She cackled before storming off with her little clones.
"That was intense, girl. Next time, I'll help you handle her. The is something I don't like about her already. And, I know Kung-Fu!" She yelled, attempting to do the crane or something like that. Gidget and I just gave her a confused look until she stopped.
"Right now I have the urge to pound you." I said, pointing to her. Gidget elbowed me in the gut.
"Oh, hey, still using this!" I yelled, clutching my side.
"Maybe we should get to class." LeShantay interrupted.
"I have art first." I said as I prepared to walk away from them.
"So do I!" Gidget yelled excitedly.
"Oh, Me too!" LeShantay yelled.
"Well then let's go." I said with a smile. I was happy to have two people to show off my wicked art skills. I hate to brag, but I'm really a great artist. Maybe because it's in my blood. After all, my mom's an artist for a living. My Dad's job is actually the way I came to be friends with Gidget. Dad knew Her parents from something a long time ago that no one will tell me about. Anyways, Gidget's mom is a pro surfer, and her dad owns three nightclubs downtown. So my dad, being the tough guy that he is, got hired to be security at the punk rock nightclub, Riot. Well, my mom and I drove over there to give them some gift card or something as a thank you for getting my dad the job. They got into this long conversation about something, so I got bored and decided to cause some mischief. Gidget found me putting an alien voice changer on the microphone, and really, the rest is history.
"Are you excited to meet the new art teacher?" Gidget asked me.
"New art teacher?" I asked as I stopped dead in my tracks.
"You didn't hear?" She asked. I shook my head and she began to explain. "Mrs. Hughes had an accident on vacation this summer. Something about an animatronic monster." She said nonchalantly.
"Anima-what?" I yelled to the two, who had began walking again.
"Animatronics are-" LeShantay began.
"Shut up." I commanded as we entered the classroom. There was a seating chart at the front of the room. The three of us went to look at it.
"We're sitting together!" Gidget yelled happily to LeShantay. They smiled at each other and made their way to the middle row of tables. I looked at the chart for my name.
"Oh come on! I'm sitting next to…" I began, turning around to the front right table. Melina was sitting there, waving and smiling evilly at me.
"I'm not happy about this either, weird loner vandal girl." she stated, using her nickname for me.
"You looked happy enough." I mumbled.
"Oh, shut up!"
"After you."
"How many times did you go to juvie this summer?" She asked menacingly.
"Only once, and that was a misunderstanding." I said as I clipped half of my hair up with a hand painted jaw clip I dug out of my bag.
"Sure it was." She said sarcastically. I would've fired back, but just then the teacher and his assistant walked in. The assistant was big, muscly, and extremely scary. The teacher himself was small. He had shaggy salt and pepper hair and was wearing a blue button down with khaki pants.
"Hey there camp-kids," The teacher began. He has a sort of skater accent, and he almost called us campers. What's with that? "I'm your host-er-teacher, Chris, McLean."
*Okay, it's pretty easy to tell who's kid the characters are. But anyways, do you want me to continue? I'd be able to update pretty quickly because I'm only working on one other story. Please review! I'd really appreciate it.*