Okay so this is my first TDi story but this idea was nagging at me for ever so I decided to test it out
No I don't own TDI
O and a special shout out to my super supportive friends, Haley, Hanna, Kathleen, Aly, and Shelby,
Courtney Cohen enjoyed her part-time job in the schools library. It was like a sanctuary for her. Instead of facing the harsh reality of high school, she spent her lunches and after school hours in the library instead. She spent hours in the library only with the comfortable silence of library and the dark musty smell of the old books. Mrs. Evans, the librarian, loved Courtney and sometimes left her in charge of the library all by herself. Sometimes, like today.
"Courtney I'm gonna leave to grab some lunch. I should hurry I think it's going to begin to snow. " Mrs. Evans said on especially cold afternoon. "Would you like me to get you something?" she asked out of habit even though she knew what answer she would get. "No, thank you, Mrs. Evans. I'll just shelf the books," she glanced at the four books on her cart," and be on my way."
She of course would not 'shelf those four books and be on her way.' She, out of fear of being rejected from her fellow peers, would spend all lunch period in the library. Even though she pretended not to care, she did care.
Ever since Courtney had been in elementary school, she had been mocked for always being the smartest. Always the smartest, never the prettiest or the friendliest, the smartest. However, she did have a few friends leading up to middle school, until Heather.
Heather Mayson entered the seventh grade halfway through the year. Courtney, making the hardest effort to be friendly, befriended Heather. She seemed nice, and she was popular so, by associations, so was Courtney. They seemed to be the best of friends until the end of the year: final exams.
Heather, unlike Courtney, was not book smart, but people smart. She wasn't the shiniest diamond at Tiffany's , so she wasn't prepared for the science final. Courtney, however, was and when Heather tried to cheat off her she denied her the right. Courtney had also told the teacher of Heather attempt, in true Courtney fashion. In result Heather had to attend summer school, but she vowed to get revenge on Courtney.
She did, eight grade was hell for Courtney Cohen, she made sure of it. With the nasty rumors and trash flying around, Courtney lost her few friends. Heather mocked her mercilessly, especially about her weight. Courtney wasn't fat but she wasn't skinny at the time. Hell transferred over into ninth grade, but that was the year she discovered the library.
Courtney was fully content here, away from the Heather and the rest of her vicious peers. She loved the library, it was a large building apart from the rest of the school. It had high ceilings and mazes of shelves. The sky blue walls had famous quotes floating around and she loved the modern furniture.
Right now there was only one other person in the library, a boy. He was regularly seen here, tan, brown hair, smart. A regular, Courtney decided, and kinda cute too. She couldn't remember his name but she new he was in all of her A.P. class with intelligentsia to match hers.
She had conversed with him only a few times. If you count 'Excuse me where is the G section?' 'Oh it's over there' conversation. She had, however, heard his usual conversations with a sweater-vested, gap toothed boy who she thought to be his friend. From what she could tell this boy enjoyed to used sarcasm. At one time, she too was fond of it and admired some of his wittier responses.
Courtney thought that she could be good friends with this boy, if she ever got the courage to actually talk to him. Many times she had attempted to strike conversation with the boy but chickened out with fear of being rejected with one of his wittier responses. It would be like Heather all over again, only smarter.
"Excuse me, I need this book for my book report do you happen to have it?" Sarcasm boy asked her. Hmm, How to Kill a Mocking Bird of course they had that. Deciding against using a witty response she just smiled, " It's over there." She pointed toward the shelf under the window which was many feet out of her reach. Sarcasm boy gave her a grateful smile and approached the said shelf. He knelt down and skimmed his finger across the books' spines. When he found what he was looking for he gave a satisfied smile. As he stood he causally glanced up, out the window "Looks like there's gonna be a snow storm."
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Noah Oaks enjoyed his time in the school library. It was nice. He liked sitting here, in total silence instead of the loud buzz of the school cafeteria. The library was also a Cody-free zone today. Cody was his friend and Noah liked Cody, most days. Today, however Cody had decided to bombard him with an array of pointless questions. Noah was grateful to get away from his chatty friend.
Another perk of being in the library was the assistant librarian. The tall mocha-skinned brunette was very pretty. Noah spent a great amount of his library time observing the attractive librarian, she was here all the time. Many times he had attempted to impress her but as always Cody would get in the way.
He grasped his stray thought to focus on the matter at hand. His English class had been assigned a list of books that they had to choose for their January book report. He had decided on a classic, How to kill a Mocking Bird. He knew the book would be near the back possibly in the shelf under the twelve-feet-high window. He could go get the book himself or he could have the pretty librarian for help. He didn't have to think it twice.
"Excuse me I need this book for my book report," he signaled to the paper," Do you happen to have it?" She seemed to be thinking something over for half a second but smiled and pointed toward the shelf near the window. "It's over there."
He could feel her eyes on him as her traced his finger down the spines when he found the correct book he smiled. As he stood, he glanced up at the window and was surprised. Instead of the light snow covering the ground like when he had first entered the library, there was a heavy blanket of snow and more snow swirling around. "Looks like there's gonna be a storm."
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Geoff McCoy enjoyed lunch; it was the only time he did not have to think. He knew thinking wasn't his thing so he tried to avoid it as much as possible. That presented itself as a challenge when you are a 10th grade student. He did think though, just not about things worth thinking about. His thoughts were filled with skateboarding and hot chicks. Not math and English like that smart chick in his drama class. What was her name, Carmen? Casie? Whatever, he didn't want to think too hard about it.
"Hey Geoff! Buddy… DUDE!" Geoff head jolted up as he realized that a person was trying to get in contact with him. His friend DJ was waving a hand in front of his face trying to break some sort of trance. "Dude you were starring at the chick again. " It was true, he had small crush on the captain of the cheerleading squad; Bridgette Jones. Well, small wasn't the right word. She was hot, blonde and had a nice rack, everything he wanted in a girl. He didn't know he was starring at her, though. "Sorry dude what were you sayin'?" DJ rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter anymore. Dude, she is so out of your lead." DJ was a little more down to earth than his blonde friend. He was smarter than him and usually always right. Like right now. Bridgette Jones, the head cheerleader, had it all and she was smart way too good for poor, skater Geoff.
"I think she digs me, dude! " Geoff defended." Like yesterday when we kinda crash into each other in the hallway she was like 'Sorry' and I was like 'It's okay dude' and then she smiled! She smiled!" He waved his hands around to show his emphasis.
"Dude I don't want to be a downer but I don't think she even knows your name."
"She does so know my name!" Geoff argued back even though he wasn't exactly sure that Bridgette did know his name. "Okay then, prove it!" DJ challenged his pal. "Okay then, dude I'll go up to her and ask her to party on Saturday." DJ smirked "And if she says no?" "Then I'll …I'll skateboard through school wearing only my boxers." Deal." Geoff tentatively stood and made his way to the center table that held most football players and cheer leaders. He spotted Bridgette sitting with one of her fellow cheerleaders, Lindsay .Her back was to him but when Lindsey nudged her in Geoff's direction she turned to face him.
"Hi dud-Bridgette! See, I was hoping that-" Geoff halted as he felt a slight breeze. A slight breeze that wasn't suppose to be there. Looking down he noticed that something was missing, something very important.
Once he realized that his pants were not where they were suppose to be he had no choice but to run. He didn't even turn back to see Bridgette's laughing face or the culprit. He stopped a few yard away from the library entrance. The cold was killing him and he had a hard time running with his pants at his ankles.
Once his pants were secure and snug he finally looked around to see exactly where he was. From what he could see through the snow ( which was falling pretty heavily by now) he was near the science lab and the library. He contemplated his next move, he could go back to the library and possibly be humiliated for the second time today or he could go to a place where nobody that was anybody went. The library, he decided.
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Trent Philips enjoyed playing football, but what he enjoyed more than playing football was being praised for playing football so well. That and being hoarded by a mob of hot cheerleaders after every winning touchdown. Screw it, he just enjoyed being him.
Today was no exception to the Trent-lives-every-guys-dream routine and he was currently being admired by one of the most bounciest of the cheerleaders, Lindsay." Tell us again how you scored that winning goal, Trevor." good thing this girl is pretty Trent thought.
Trent unlike most sitting at his table was actually smart. Though he tried to keep that a secret. As he thought about it he realized that the only other person that could be classified as 'smart' could be the cheerleading captain, Bridgette Jones.
Bridgette Jones was a touchy subject for him. She was the only current cheerleader that he hadn't dated . She had turned him down a series of times. She was also the current winner of the I-turned-down-the-hottest-boy-in-school -because-I'm-crazy award. The more Trent thought about it the more he realized that he didn't actually like Bridgette like that and only wanted to be her boyfriend for the glory. That wasn't a bad thing, right?
In all of his thinking he failed to notice the skater nerd that had approached Bridgette. It was that dude, Gary or something. What ever his name was he was walking toward Bridgette. Trent knew that Bridgette thought he was kinda cute. If this guy came to ask her out and she says yes that would humiliate Trent on so many levels. He had to act and act fast. "Hi dud-Bridgette! See, I was hoping that-" Trent didn't let Gary finish because he had already made sure that this guy would be humiliated before he ever was.
Trent smirked as Gary ran out with his jeans around his ankles. " Why did you do that to Geoff?!" Oh, so that was his name, Geoff. Before he could even respond to Bridgette she ran out after that loser. He knew that he should feel bad but he didn't. he was about to sit down but he realized that that would be insensible and chicks did not dig insensible.
Oh well, he thought as he ventured out to the snow in search of Bridgette and Gary-Geoff-what's-his-face. It wasn't hard to find them all he had to do was follow the footprints. The trail ended at the library. Not the Library he thought. As he stepped into the library he swore he could feel some of his coolness fall off.
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Bridgette Jones enjoyed surfing and reading. She would rather spend a day reading and surfing on the beach than here, cheerleading. Of course, she wouldn't let her fellow cheerleaders know that. Bridgette didn't even like cheerleading, really. She never even considered cheerleading as an option before 9th grade. Bridgette's mother had been a former cheerleader when Bridgette was in the ninth grade her mother became the cheerleading coach and she urged Bridgette to join. Bridgette was reluctant at first but when her mother told her of all the scholarships she could win, Bridgette was hooked. She was a good cheerleader it was just that she didn't like.
This year she told herself she would quit the squad. It was halfway through the year and she was still on the squad. Sometimes she wondered if she really wanted to quit, she knew she hated cheerleading but what about her friends. Would they still like her if she was no longer a cheerleader? What about all the other people who looked up to her? Do people like Bridgette for Bridgette or just herself and not for her cheerleading status?
She wanted to find out. "Lindsay, what do you like about me?" Lindsay looked confused for a minute as she played with a strand of hair. Sometimes Bridgette wondered why she was her best friend
"Well, your pretty! Do you know how hard it is to be best friends with an ugly girl? And you're a cheerleader like me! Oh, and you're --Hey that kid is starring at you funny!" she giggled as she pointed behind Bridgette at a blonde boy with cowboy hat. Bridgette immediately recognized him as Geoff.
Even though they had never talked she knew who he was, a skater best friends with DJ. She thought he was kinda cute. Maybe he wanted to ask her out? She would say yes in a heartbeat. He stopped for a minute to look back at the table where his friend, DJ, was seated. He continued waking toward her and stopped right in front of her. "Hi dud-Bridgette! See, I was hoping that-" he faltered and as she looked down she could see why. Trent Evens was behind him and he had pulled his pants down. He gave her a look of innocence as he walked backwards slowly. Geoff ran out the room in an instant and Bridgette felt compelled to follow him. But before she moved she turned to Trent and yelled " Why did you do that to Geoff?!"
At first she didn't notice how cold it was but as she stepped farther outside she could tell that it was much colder than before. She followed the footprints in the snow (which she guessed that were Geoff's) to the library. She didn't know why exactly she was following Geoff. But she stepped into the library anyway. She would soon regret it.
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Gwen Davis enjoyed being alone. But when you spend seven hours a-day in a high school swarming with students that could sometimes be hard. Especially when one students keeps following her around like a love-sick puppy.
Apparently Cody couldn't find his master, a smart-alecky boy, Nate something or other . "Hey
Gwen whatcha' up to?" speaking of the devil. "Nothing much just being alone." maybe he could get the hint. "Cool I dig that, so what you drawin'?" apparently not. She tried to move before he could swipe the sketchbook out of her hand. "Oh isn't that that dude that plays football." He pointed to a drawing of Trent Evans.
I have no idea who your talking about." Gwen tried to cover as she snatched her sketch book back. She was successful. At that moment Gwen decided that she could physically not stand another minute with this boy. She had to run for it. She shuffled through the large amount of snow on the ground as fast as she could to the nearest bathroom.
"Cool, girl problems, I dig that. I'll just wait here for you." he never gives up! Gwen thought miserably as she smacked her head against the hard wall. She had to get away now!
It wasn't that people didn't like Gwen it was just that she didn't like people. She never could find real friends. Interesting people that weren't superficial or stuck up like that Trent guy. Sure she had drawn him but that was because he was easy to look at but he was only in love with himself. People like that were the vain of Gwen's existence. Him and Bridgette Jones, that stuck-up, preppy, I-have-it-all-and-you-don't girl. The worst part though was that she was nice that made it so much harder to hate her. Unlike the other Queen Bee, Heather, Bridgette was kind and sweet and junk. She, like, saved babies from burning buildings and cats stuck in trees in her spare time. She was also modest about it there are never modest cheerleaders. Ever. That just isn't right it's like girly football player- wait, bad example.
Anyway, Bridgette didn't even know the teal -haired girl. Why did she hate her do much? She didn't know, it just felt right, like mustard on potato chips.
Wait why was she here again?" Gwen are you done in there?" Oh, him. Gwen looked around desperately and like a gift sent down from heaven there it was, a second exit! Gwen didn't even think twice before fleeing out the door. She kinda felt sorry for Cody leaving him like that. Kinda.
Gwen could barely see two feet in front of her, the snow was ripping fiercely. She stepped a couple of feet forward but smacked her head on what she thought was a tree branch. Now crawling Gwen tired to find somewhere to take shelter in. She had been stricken by luck for the second time as felt a wall in front of her. She felt around clumsily and finally found a door handle. She grasped for it lifting herself up. As she did, though, she was blown down by another strong, gust of wind. She tugged at the door from her position on the ground seeing as standing would be impossible. When the door finally flew open she through herself inside.
Still on the ground Gwen brushed stray flakes from her shot hair. When she looked around(still on the floor) she realized that she was in the library.
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Izzy Daniels enjoyed reeking havoc among her fellow peers. Today, however was not a day to reek havoc. It was a cold Friday in January. The type of day where you just want to stay home sipping hot chocolate and watching Lifetime movies. Izzy ha school to go to though, but she would make sure she could spend a hot chocolate-filled Lifetime day tomorrow. It was such a dreary day that she was in a dark mood. She had planned pulling the fire a alarm today but nothing was fun when it was so cold outside.
The only good snow was if you were snowball fight and she couldn't do that when it was so windy outside. Then it hit her, if you can't through balls of mushy substance at people outside why couldn't you do it inside? Her crazy little diabolical mind began to cook up a scheme that she would soon put into action.
Most would think that what Izzy was about to do would ruin their reputations but the bubbly redhead didn't care. She never cared what people thought about her. Why should she?
Izzy turned to watch as a boy from the skater table approached the center table. He was in the middle of speaking to that cheerleader chick when that football player pulled his pants down. Why didn't I think of that? Izzy questioned herself. Oh, well, the show must go on. After the three involved exited one right after another, Izzy hoisted herself onto her table. She and a clump of mashed potatoes in her hand .
"FOOD FIGHT!!" she screamed as she hit Heather Mayson with her mash potato snowball. This caused mayhem in the cafeteria. Izzy immediately ducked under the table for cover. Her work her was done.
She watched for a few more minutes getting minimal food on her as possible. In the far corner of the caf she could see a punk beating up another kid. Oooh, bloody nose ouch.
The dreary mode was lifted and the high school population really seemed to enjoy this. There were large masses of food.
Suddenly she watched in horror as the vice principal stormed through the doors and all fire ceased. "Who started this ?!" she exclaimed. Every one pointed under the table at Izzy. Oh crap!
"YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!!" she screamed, throwing he arms up dramatically as she dashed through the doors. She didn't know if she was being followed or not. But, she didn't dare look back.
Looking outside she noticed how cold and windy it was. Izzy versus Nature. This was gonna be a piece of cake!
She began to crawl through the snow to avoid being slapped by the ripping wind. It didn't take her long before she ran into a door. She yanked it open and tumbled in. "Cool! The library! "
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Duncan Pascal enjoyed causing trouble and going against the law. Ever since he turned thirteen he had a passion for breaking the rules. He always yearned to defy his parents. He had always wondered if the fact that they were both police officers had anything to do with it. If that was true he would be defining both his parents and the law. At the same time!
But of course he could think of that later. Right now he was in his favorite class: lunch. They were also studding his favorite thing: Food Fights. Duncan was on top of a table throwing an apple at the queen bee, Heather, when he felt something warm and sticky on his neck. Someone had thrown something at him! You never throw something at a bully, especially when that bully was as scary as Duncan. With his green Mohawk and many piercing he was easily the scariest guy in the 10th grade and someone had thrown warm jello at him. He tried to spot the culprit, the only one with jello in their hand was… Harold. Harold was a usual victim for Duncan and apparently he wanted revenge. Duncan wasn't gonna take this from a geek like Harold he was gonna get it.
Duncan stalked over to Harold, fist in the air. As soon as he got close enough that fist came in contact with the geek's nose. Harold wheezed as he fell to the ground. He wiped his bloody knuckle on his pants and stalked off. "The vice principal's coming." he heard Beth, the band geek, say from under the table. Crap he needed to leave now!
He made his way through the throng of food and teens approaching the door. The principal would probably be coming in from the front door. So his best bet would be the back door through kitchen. He made sure he wasn't spotted as he crawled into the kitchen. He was relieved to see that the cafeteria lady, Chef Hatchet, wasn't in here.
He peaked over the counter. Hmmm, Chef's recipe cards. I don't think I wanna know Duncan decide. He slyly made his way to the door. He attempted to turn the knob, but it wouldn't budge.
"Who started this!" he heard coming from the cafeteria. Duncan t shook the doorknob with more vigor. If the vice principal caught him after what he had done to Harold. He would be dead. Duncan wasn't liked much at the front office in the first place. Out of frustration Duncan began to kick the door. Harder and harder until finally it budged open. He was lucky too, he was pretty sure he had broken his toe.
Now limping Duncan trudged through the three feet of snow. The heavy snow only made his toe ache more. But he had to get to shelter. He could tell that there was going to be a heavy snowstorm and if he stayed here he would probably end up buried in snow. Better than going back to juvie he thought bitterly. The strong wind began to rip against his body after a while it got so strong he fell to his knees but he kept going. Now, Duncan could barely see past the flurry of white, but he kept on going. The pain in his right foot was unbearable now, but he kept on going. He couldn't keep on going, however, when he ran into the brick wall.
He cursed under his breath but he felt relief when he felt a door handle. He hoped this one would actually open. It did. Duncan pulled himself to his feet and limped into…the library.
Well what do you think? I wanted to make this a bit more light and humorous because I'm also working on a little more darker story so now they balance each other out.
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Miriam