Pen to Paper
Title:
Pen to Paper
Rating: PG
Pairings: You'll see.
Summary: An assignment of two schools brings together some of
the most unlikely people.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I
don't own the WWE, TNA or any of the characters used. Wish I did,
though, that would be awesome!
Note: I've had this idea
for a long time… it's only just come into fruition. The idea
actually came from two books called Finding Cassie Crazy
(which I definitely recommend) and Feeling Sorry for Celia
(which I also recommend). Oh, and I'm pretty much going to focus on
mainly three girls and three boys, but other people will get mentions
– big and small – in this story.
xxx
The moment they walked into the classroom, they were hit for a six.
On the board was a message. A powerful one, at that. Because on that board, written in white chalk, in clear bold letters. It said: "Southport-Westfield Pen Pal Project". To backtrack a little, Southport Academy was the name of their school… their all-girls school. The aim of their school was to bring girls who were troubled – as in rebellious, rambunctious and wild – and send them out all dainty and pure. Needless to say, that had not happened. Some of the girls there could be quite horrible, but not as horrible as the boys at Westfield High. Their school was all-boys, naturally, so lots of idiotic things happened in there. Once someone had set their toilets on fire by lighting a piece of toilet paper, it was that simple. Another time, someone had flooded out their gym with the fire-hose. The snobby girls at Southport Academy thought the boys there were absolutely barbaric and couldn't stand them. So the thought of an actual pen pal project with them? Was terrible!
"That's right, girls," their teacher exclaimed excitedly, the moment she walked through the door. Her name was Miss Lisa Moretti, but she had earned the nickname - between a couple of students - of Miss Ivory due to her constantly wearing purple clothes. "I went to Headmistress McMahon with the idea and she loved it! So she contacted the principal of their school, who agreed to the idea almost immediately. My idea was, as you can tell by the blackboard, to have a little pen pal project between the two schools, because of the animosity between them. I'm hoping to overcome that hatred and form bonds of friendship between them. For this pen pal project, you will write letters to your pen pal and drop them into the mail box that will be positioned outside the Administration Office! And that, that is your project for this year, girls! Inter and outer school co-operation! And yes, by outer-school, I mean you should try giving a meeting with your pen pal a go! Because, who knows, you might form a friendship with them!" She paused for a moment, taking a second to stare at her students… who all had stunned looks across their faces. She smirked a little. "And while your letters will remain confidential to yourselves, participation in this project is essential if you want to pass."
Miss Moretti walked behind her desk and sat down. She gestured wildly at the class, basically telling them to 'get moving'. "Go on, start writing!" The entire class groaned in frustration, not only did most of them not want to do this, they were being forced to. What a lovely insight into the teacher's system. One of her students in the back row (the self-proclaimed "cool" row) clicked her pen and began writing almost immediately, her pen flying over the paper as she wrote up a storm.
One thing you should know about me is that popular. Like really popular. As in, I'm like one of those beautiful people you see on TV and everyone's jealous of them and they're like 'oh my god, I wish I looked like her' and you think 'well, you never will'? Yeah. Well, that's me. In short, every man wants to do me and every girl wants to be me.
My name is at the bottom of the letter. If you are so brain-dead that you don't even notice that, then don't even bother replying. I won't waste my precious time on you, okay? Anyways, my best friend's name is Jillian Hall. She is part of my A-list group, too. She is beautiful, well… with the exception for… well, you will see with a photo I shall enclose! It's always good to have a photo on hand – you never know who you might run into on the street or at school, you never know what kinds of jobs and modeling deals you might land. For example, I'm gorgeous, I'm popular, I'm loved, and I'm on the A-list (as in, the Country Club? Yeah, I practically live there! It's for the really rich people only, so I wonder whether you've been there or not?) I'm the girl of everyone's dreams, and more.
Yes, even yours. I bet after seeing my photo, you will put it under your pillow and hope the Tooth Fairy comes and delivers me. Don't worry, don't be embarrassed – you're not in the minority. Everyone does, you're not alone in that category.
Currently, I am late for an appointment at the hairdressers' – just a touch-up to my already fabulous looks!! – so I better go. I don't want to turn out looking like Chrusty Hemmeroid over there. Ahh, who am I kidding? I never will!
Stay beautiful,
Melina Perez xox
Melina Perez then folded her letter neatly, slipping it in an envelope and sealing it with a quick lick. She slid out of her seat and headed for the front of the classroom, where she could drop off her envelope (and of course, she grabbed her Louis Vuitton handbag on her way). She dropped it into the box on the teacher's desk. Miss Moretti had long since learned not to argue with Melina, especially when she was late for an appointment (Melina had "people", if you caught her drift… she'd found this out the hard way), and let her go without a fuss. Melina stepped out of the classroom, examining a chip in her nail polish, only half-noticing when Maria Kanellis dropped her pen right in front of her, causing her to nearly crush it under her high-heeled boot.
"Oops!" She giggled, picking it up again as Melina sent her a withering glare. It wasn't as though Maria was disliked, on the contrary – Maria was well-liked. She was cute, she was bubbly, and she was intelligent… most of the time. The girl had more embarrassing tongue slips than Trish Stratus had had men – and that was a lot – and was constantly making a fool of herself, sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose. She was a dreamer, she got distracted easily. Today she was determined not to, she really wanted to finish her letter. She picked up her pen and began to write again, her tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration.
Hi! My name is Maria Kanellis. I'm 16.
The blackboard says to describe ourselves, but I don't know how to describe me. I'm just Maria, you know? I'm just myself. I'm sure if you asked other people here they'd gladly offer you with an opinion about me… 'blonde', 'ditzy' and 'dumb' being amongst them. A lot of the time people call me that… 'cause I can be such an idiot at times. It's kinda mean, getting insulted for being yourself. If people don't like who you are, then who can you be? A fake? A clone? Another Melina? No thanks. I'm fine just being me, idiotic comments and all. (It provides people with laughter, that's a good thing, right? RIGHT??) I'm a girl who is a gossip queen (I just love getting the dirty), likes movies, cars and whose best friend's name is Mickie.
Hahaha… I guess that, in a way, I just described myself. Why don't you do the same and tell me a little about yourself? I'd love to hear it.
Love Maria
Maria smiled sweetly to herself, reading it over. It was good enough for now. On the other side of the class room, two girls were showing each other their letters. Maria watched intently as Amy Dumas and Jackie Gayda traded pieces of paper and read the other one's page, before getting distracted by a bird flying around outside. Amy scanned Jackie's first.
Most people think he's freaky, 'coz he's so eccentric and flamboyant, but once you get to know him, he's the sweetest guy ever. He likes to design clothes for me – once I wore an outfit of his to school and got suspended for a day because of it! They said it was 'inappropriate' but I reckon that's just 'coz that day I got more smacks on the butt than they did their entire lives! So yeah. Go talk to him, he won't bite (much!). Guess that's all I've got to say. Write back though, 'coz I'm dying to know who I get as my pen-pal!
Love always & all ways, Jackie xxx
Amy laughed, she knew Rico herself, having been introduced to him by Jackie and though he was a riot. Post their meeting, she now liked officially liked the colour pink and thought that colours such as turquoise, as well as shades of green and blue, were perfectly suited for her skin tone. It was absolutely amazing what this boy could do for people. When Jackie had first started out at Southport, she'd just been your average teenager. Dirty-blonde hair, no makeup, boring clothes. Then she'd met Rico and she had been transformed. Wavy blonde locks, with occasional pink and blue streaks in, makeup and crazy clothes. It was… awe-inspiring. He took her from nothing and made her something.
"That's great, Jacks." Jackie grinned widely, pausing in the midst of taking her letter back from her friend and slipping it into an envelope of her own. "You think?" Amy simply sent her a withering look. "I know." Jackie then laughed too, and finished off her business of putting it away. That was when Amy passed her own letter for her to read. It was short and sweet.
Catch ya, Amy.
"What insight." Jackie smirked. "I know, eh," A devilish grin crossed Amy's exotic features as she too put hers in an envelope. Then, together they stood, striding to the front of the classroom to drop theirs in the box.
Little did they know, even writing them would cause chaos…