Rayd8her
By Hezzabeth
A/N I would like to thank Cecilia who was so nice to me when I spoke to her and who helped inspire this story. Of course the final product turned out to be a lot different from my initial concept but that's only because I let Kristy run away from me.
First thing first I am not a control freak, many people seem to think I am but they only think this because they're disorganized idiots who keep claiming that they'll do things and then they never do it!
Take my friend Abbigail Stevens for example, she keeps claiming that I need to loosen up.Then she'll do things like show up forty minutes late for a study session because she got distracted by a south park marathon on comedy central.
Those forty minutes could have been spent completing the program so I would have time to fit in a run before the charity food drive I was organizing at my school. But no instead I was forced to sit around and wait for her thus wasting exactly forty minutes of my life! Forty minutes that I will never ever get back again, and she dares to call me a control freak?
Is it so wrong to want to have things working and in order? Is it so wrong to actually take work and life seriously? I don't think so! because if you let stuff like schoolwork slide then you end up becoming a skank like Cokie Mason.
Or worse you'll end up repeating your freshmen year two times like my good friend Claudia Kishi.
Of course some people don't seem to appreciate a good work ethic, it's not as if I'm completely friendless I mean I get along pretty well with my best friends Claudia and Mary Anne. Back in middle school I never really had to put up with anything accepts for Alan Grey putting wet noodles down my shirt. Then high school changed everything, suddenly it didn't matter how talented or how hard you worked, all anyone ever seemed to care about were bra sizes and designer labels.
The girls were pretty bad, especially when they called me names like " Dyke" but the boys were worse.
Still I reasoned that there was no such thing as universal popularity, even people like Cokie Mason were despised by half the student population. Being a leader and being organized didn't mean you had to be popular so I signed up for student council as soon as I began my junior year at Stony Brook high school.
The second thing you should know about me is that I'm committed and I don't give up on things easily, especially when it seems like I'm failing. Failing just does not exist in my world, it's totally stale, which was why I was really shocked when nobody ever listened to my ideas during student council meetings.
Of course I was still a junior but people paid more attention to the freshmen members and there ideas all involved stupid things like getting lip gloss machines installed in the girls bathrooms.
I'd made several careful enquires and I now knew that lip gloss vending machines only existed in Japan.
I tried to ask if the sports teams could raise more money to get new uniforms (currently we were running around in our sports bra's and bike shorts which resulted in dozens of boys mysteriously gravitating to the field every day during after school practice). I was told I'd need to fill in forms and then get them signed by the school treasurer and get fifty signatures to prove that the teams actually wanted uniforms.
Being me I was willing to do this, I was organized and capable and I had all the paper work done within forty-eight hours.
I brought it all to the school president Jonathon Mathews and he eyed it all curiously.
"What's this Thomas?" he asked.
"It's the paper work you asked me to fill in, you know the permission forms to allow the track team to raise money for new uniforms," I said showing my best confident smile which had really improved ever since I'd gotten rid of my night brace.
"Uh huh, these forms have been photo copied" he began.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You're only supposed to fill in original copies of these forms Thomas and you were supposed to file them six months in advance, there are only three months left until the end of the school year" he said sweeping the papers aside until they fell into the bin.
"Why do I need to organize this six months in advance? It's just a car wash!" I pointed out and he smiled his brisk controlling smile.
"Thomas there are over fifty different clubs and organizations in this school and we can't have them holding fundraisers whenever they feel like it! The school would turn into a virtual hot bed of illicit activity if that was the case" he said and he straightened the tie he wore, yes he was a high school student who actually wore a tie.
"It's just a car wash and we need those uniforms," I cried.
"Well then you should have got things organized much sooner" he pointed out.
Now if you knew me well and you wanted to insult me you'd know that the best way to do it was to hint that I wasn't organized, it was like calling me a crack whore.
"But you never said these had to be made six months in advance, I've made this my student council project! What am I supposed to do now?" I protested and he just gave me this polite apologetic grin.
"Well we do need help in the student court" he began.
The student court had once been started by an idealistic principal during the seventies who decided it would be a brilliant idea to get students to investigate disciplinary issues. This was back in the good old days when Stoneybrook was wholesome and the worst that ever happened usually involved a kid flipping a teacher off. Now things were different and the student court was something of a joke. No one took them seriously and a few well-placed bribes usually resulted in half the pranksters (including Cary Retlin) doing whatever the hell they wanted.
The student court had their own classroom, some one had written "Student Cunt" across the glass frosted window. I paused taking a deep breath I knew I could this. Student Council members had to contribute or they'd end up being kicked out and being fired was worse then failing because at least failing meant I'd made the decision myself.
I knocked on the door quickly then marched in summoning my best indoor speaking voice.
"Hello every one I'm Kristy Thomas" I said brightly, there was an awkward silence.
"We know who you are," a voice said in a bored way and I flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh Rick Chow and um."I began trailing off.
"The names Greg" said the second guy sitting next to Rick.
"Greg what?" I asked.
"Just Greg" he said flatly and I turned back to Rick, there were two things I knew about Rick Chow.
One he was Asian.
Two, Stacey McGill had once given him a hand job behind the school bleachers but that applied to practically every guy in the school.
"Where's every one else?" I asked.
"You're looking at every one" Rick began.
"You're kidding! The student court only consists of two people?" I asked unable to believe it.
"Well there's us and the guidance counselor Ms Flint but she spends most of her time sobbing hysterically over badly written star trek fiction" Rick said helpfully.
"How are we supposed to accomplish anything with only three people?" I asked and Rick sighed.
"We don't accomplish anything and that's the whole point, haven't you figured it out yet Kristy?" he asked.
"Figured what out?" I asked.
"Jonathon is a control freak, he'll try to trick you into doing things his way and if that doesn't work he sends you here were you won't bother him" Rick explains.
"I've been here since my freshmen year" Greg said.
"Usually we just use the room to hang out and play video games," Rick added.
"Video games?" I spluttered.
"Well we couldn't get an Xbox in here" apologized Greg.
"I can't believe you two! Discipline is like an important thing you know and without it the world would fill with well.. Chaos" I said trying to inspire them but Rick Chow blinked.
"Oh this is one of those infamous Kristy Thomas trying to boss every one around speeches," he said knowingly slowly nodding.
"I heard of those, watch out she'll bring her whistle out and then will go deaf" said Greg fearfully.
"I'm not going to make you go deaf! I assume that the principal still sends you case files? And discipline reports?" I asked and they both rolled their eyes.
"Sure he loads them up onto the school servers" Rick said dismissively.
"Right" I said adjusting my baseball cap and I marched towards the dusty and faintly sticky computer.
"You're not going to be on that all afternoon are you? Because we want to play some quake" Rick Chow said reproachfully.
I emailed the entire set of files to my gmail account and as soon as I got home I shut myself up in my room with a packet of peanut butter cups and the laptop Watson bought me for Christmas.
I ignored all distractions including my adopted sister Emily Michelle (she's Vietnamese you know, doesn't explain the name though) who was begging me to get her Barbie doll out from the toilet again.
By midnight I had finished sorting through all the files, labeling them and color coding them and suddenly I knew I was ready.
I smiled a small smirk of satisfaction as I began to print the documents off, Jonathon may have seen the student court as a joke but I was going to prove that he was wrong.