We Meet Again

Prologue

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

A small, grey, black-polished hand reached out, and turned off the pink metallic, rectangular alarm clock. The zebra-print covers were pulled off, revealing an 11-year-old girl wearing black skeleton cami-and-shorts pajamas, black barbell earrings in her pointy ears, and black, knee-high, sneaker-like socks. She put on her thick, black glasses that gave her a nerdy, yet smart appearance, and short, black Ugg bow boots before she stood up.

The bedroom she was in had a black carpet, and dark pink walls. The Akumu Ink canvas prints on the walls gave the room a slightly intimidating vibe. There was also a black and pink Victorian-style clock, and a matching black mirror on the wall. At the windows were pink and zebra-striped curtains. There was a black and grey puzzle rug on the floor, in front of a big, black desk.

The bed, that the girl just emerged from, had a black canopy frame with a black, tulle sheet on it tied into a fancy, curtain-like style at the corners. It had black, pink, and zebra-striped sheets and covers. To the bed's right was a pink, cupcake-like table that held the alarm clock, and a zebra-striped lava lamp with dark pink substance inside. There was another table at the front of the bed, although this one resembled arranged playing cards; On top of it was a jewelry holder that looked like dollhouse chairs stacked haphazardly. At the wall across from the bed was a desk for her laptop, and to do homework at.

The girl changed into a hot pink, racerback tank top, a black Addams-like, mesh crop top with short sleeves over it, a pair of black cycle shorts, a black militia mini skirt over them, black and pink argyle knee-high socks, pink moon and star earrings, and black and pink Keds sneakers.

Just then, a female voice called out, "Shenzi! Frankie! It's time for breakfast! You girls don't want to be late for your first day at Jim Jr. High!"

"I'm coming, Mom!" The girl called back as she clipped a pink hair extension in her long bangs, and grabbed her backpack, which resembled a black, moto leather jacket.

Yep, that's right; The girl is Shenzi Tuck. It had been 9 years since her Christmas adventure in Manhattan with her friends and sister, where they met some kids who seemed like their counterparts. Unfortunately, they made almost no contact with them ever since, other than a trip to Disneyland gone wrong. Shenzi still had the framed photo of Chuckie Finster on her cards table.

Shenzi and her friends were expelled from their first school, Yucaipa Jr. High, after a prank gone wrong, "courtesy" of one of the popular kids. So they were starting over at a new school close by.

"I'll be right there, Mom!" Another female voice called out. That was her older sister, 11 ½-year-old Frankie Tuck. Shenzi walked downstairs, and sat at the kitchen table.

"I made you your favorite, for your first day," Felicia Tuck told her youngest daughter upon seeing her, as she set a bowl and a plate on the table before her.

"Oh, thanks Mom," Shenzi smiled, before she started eating. The plate had two strips of bacon on it, with the fat mostly taken out, while the bowl had Lucky Charms without any milk, because she had lactose entolerance.

As she ate, Frankie came rushing down the stairs, almost tripping on the last step, and into the kitchen. She was wearing a light blue dixie-printed short dress, light blue combat boots, a black star necklace, and black razor dangling earrings. Her blonde hair, which was now in a chin-length bobcut, was put up in a short half-ponytail with a red, chiffon bow band. Her backpack, which she was carrying haphazardly, had a pepperoni, sausage, and mushroom pizza print on it. "S-sorry! I had a bit of trouble doing my hair."

"Frankie, if you were having trouble with your hair, you could've asked me to help," Felicia told her, setting a bowl of Fruit Loops, and a plate of eggs on the table in front of her.

"Thanks," Frankie smiled, "But I didn't want to bother you."

"Where's Dad at?" Shenzi asked their mother, before she ate a spoonful of cheerios. Since the marshmallows were her favorites, she saved them for last.

"He's at work," Felicia told her, "He wishes you girls luck on your first day." The girls' father, Friar Tuck worked at the church nearby, where he had worked since before he and Shenzi met Felicia and Frankie.

"Um, Frankie?" Shenzi stifled giggles, "You've got a little... something there." She pointed to her right cheek for reference.

"Huh?" Frankie swiped the toothpaste, which haphazardly went on her cheek when she was hurriedly brushing her teeth, off her face. "Oh; Thanks, Shen," She smiled as she finished her breakfast.

"No prob."

"Oh, looks like the bus is here!" Felicia pointed out; And with that, the two girls rushed out, grabbing their respective house keys from the table, and their black leather jackets from the coat rack and rushed out the door to the bus stop. "Have a good day, girls!"

"Thanks! We will!" They yelled after her; Shenzi's voice was muffled however, because she had her last strip of bacon in her mouth, sticking out like a candy bar. Since the vehicle door was already open, the two sisters dashed inside just before it closed.

"Cuttin' it a little close today, are we, girls?" The bus driver, 90-year-old Lou Pickles, playfully teased them.

"Hey, guys! Over here!" 10-year-old Maxie called out to them. He was wearing an orange henley shirt with blue sleeves and a grey collar, simple jeans, and black Vans with blue laces. He had his blue and green backpack sitting on his feet. His little brother, 9-year-old Matt was sitting next to him in a blue two-tone baseball t-shirt, jeans, purple Converse high-tops, and a pastel color-block hoodie. His galaxy-print backpack was on his lap. On his head was a navy blue and white fairisle Sherpa hat, with a joke-teeth keychain dangling from the top.

Shenzi and Frankie walked over to him and their friends, stumbily due to the bus moving, and sat in the free seats.

"Bacon in the mouth? Is that a new trend, Shen?" 10 ¾-year-old Roxy Zimmeruski stifled giggles at Shenzi. She was clad in a light blue football jersey-style babydoll top with puffed sleeves and a '62' on the front and sleeves, low-riding jeans with studs along the pocket hems, light blue ballet flats with black bows, sage-colored rose earrings, and a blue and red plaid flannel shirt. In her orange, wavy, shoulder-length hair was a headband with a light blue bow. Her black and light blue borealis backpack was on her feet.

Her twin brother Bobby was wearing a light pink v-neck t-shirt, slim-fit jeans, Converse high-tops, and a black, blue, and yellow color block hoodie. His hair was styled like Roxy's, except it was much shorter, just barely reaching his neck. At his hairline was a small Mohawk.

"Hmm?" Shenzi looked down, and realized that her last strip of bacon was still in her mouth, so she hastily ate up her bite. "S-sorry; We were just running a bit late."

"Yeah," Frankie shrugged.

"At least you guys made it to the bus," Matt shrugged. Shenzi nodded, sticking the meat strip back between her tiny lips as she took a small bite out of it.

"I just hope that this time, we won't get falsely blamed for a vicious prank again," Bobby remarked, "That was not cool."

Shenzi shook her head with a hum of agreement, as she swallowed her bite. "It really wasn't."

"Well, I like that we're going to a new school!" Frankie chimed in happily. She was always one to stay positive. "We're getting a fresh, new start! Isn't it great?"

Little did they know, it was going to be more than great.

(A/N: Sorry I took so long to finish this! Writers' block is a nuisance. Shenzi, Frankie, Felicia, and Matt belong to me, but Max, Roxy, Bobby, and Friar Tuck belong to Disney. Lou belongs to Arlene Klasky, Gabor Csupo, and Paul Germain.)