Woohoo! Another time-travel!Two-Bits fic! YAY! They're just so fun. I couldn't resist.

A Day In The Life Of Me

Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?...And all that jazz...I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down...And all that jazz...Start the car, I know a whoo--

SMACK!

Ah...No better way to start the day than with showtunes!

Bloody hell, I just rhymed, didn't I? Yup, I did.

Groaning, I crawled out of bed and went into my oh-so-monotonous "get-ready-for-school" mode. Damn school. You know how they say like, the Caribbean, or whatever, is heaven on earth? School is hell on earth.

And, like hell, more people go to school than, like heaven, the Caribbean.

I, however, am fortunate enough to have been to both.

But, of course, I have to go to hell on a higher scale than most people.

That's right, kiddies. Big, bad Two-Bits is a prep school girl.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Smartass, sarcastic, bitch-slaps-you-if-you-move, wannabe fighter Two-Bits goes to a pathetic, one hundred seventy student private school that's so small and poor (even though we pay a fortune to go there) that we're in a church.

Sigh. That's life.

Anyways, once I was "decent" (a.k.a. I was dressed in my--damn it to Davvy Jacobs's locker—-incredibly faggish uniform), I stumbled downstairs, grabbed some toast, and got into my car.

Mondays, oh how I loathe thee. Shall I compare thee to a winter's day? Thy presence is foreboding and everyone freezes and glares at you and despises you!

Okay, so that's not exactly how the poem goes, but whatever.

"Morning, Two-Bits!"

Ah, Christine. My freaking psychopathic best friend. She's incredibly perky, especially at ungodly hours of the morning. That feature, needless to say, is despised by all--especially me.

"Christine, oh how I loathe thy perkiness! It drives everyone mad, and yet you could care less! Shall we stuff you in a straightjacket and call it a dress?" Christine gave me a look that clearly said, 'What the fuck are you on?', but in a sweet, sensitive way.

"What the heck are you on?" See?

"I'm on Monday morning blues!" I moaned. "If you've a melancholy case of the blues, I've got a remedy for you! If you've an ounce of rhythm do-own in your shoes, I'll change your point of view!" I sang, mournfully. Cue perking-up time.

"If you've been singing a sad and blue song--" Christine sang.

"--go into your DANCE!" I sang back.

Ah, yes. You gotta hand it to Christine. She sparks inspiration, and knows just how to wake you up. Of course, that is a problem if you don't want to wake up, but when do you ever want to wake up at eight o'clock in the morning?

Okay, I don't know the rest of that song...OH!

"I'm young and healthy, and you've got charms! It would really be a sin not to have you in my arms! I'm young and healthy, and so are you! When the moon is in the sky, tell me what am I to do?" By that time, Christine had left me and my Broadway songs to myself, and went to flirt with her boyfriend.

That's right. Sweet, innocent, doesn't-care-what-most-people-think-of-her Christine was the first person in our class to land a boyfriend.

Now she's got Mr. Perfect, and they are the spitting image of Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty, except that Christine never sleeps.

So, whilst I was singing to myself, I flipped open my notebook and wrote, because that's what I do. Every minute of every day, I write. And only Jenny can read my stories. Well, not to mention everyone on FFnet, but Jenny's the only one at SCHOOL who reads my stories.

But, anyways, I wrote my way through first, second, third, and fourth period, and then we hit lunch.

Lunch is always unpredictable.

I eat lunch with Monte, Willis, and Phoenix, who are the incredibly cool losers in our class. Our class is divided into groups. There's the popular guys (plus our class loser, Chris, who tags along with them), and then one table over is me and the cool-losers, who everybody likes, but they still manage to be dorks. Then there's the big group, namely Bryan and his posse, which would be all the girls who wish they were dating Bryan, plus Christine, then there's Laura, who switches from group to group. Joan eats with the eleventh graders, because she's best friends with Betsy and Crenshaw. And then Jenny and Tready eat with the tenth graders who they're best friends with, but they don't get to see them ever.

However, things switch around.

Today, it seemed, that Laura had decided that Cullen was her latest boytoy. So, Susannah's sitting next to me fuming about how much she despises her, Amanda's sitting across from me talking about how it drives her crazy that just last week she and Laura were best friends, and then she's trying to convince me that she's not gossiping, and Bo is sitting with the popular guys (who all think he's a fruitcake) because he and Laura are attached at the hip. So, Monte, Phoenix, and Willis get the pleasure of listening to two girls complain, and me nod, console, and rattle off advice that I've freaking memorized by now.

Okay, are we sensing the bitterness here?

My life is just so repetitive. I need something to break up the monotony.

And boy, did I get it. It broke up the monotony quite nicely, actually.