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*Squinoa* *Seifitis* *Selvine*
Chapter IThe piercing ring of the alarm clock awakened her from her 'beautiful dream'. The tiny fist of Selphie reached out from under the covers and dented the radio-clock.
"Not now! Things were finally getting somewhere!" She yelled out at the apparatus.
Her mother, sitting calmly in the kitchen downstairs, simply ignored the panicked shrieks coming from the top level … this happened every morning.
"Sean, open the fricken' door! I'm in a rush!" Her hyperactive voice cried out, not knowing the bathroom door was closed … but there was just no one in the bathroom.
Sean poked her in the back, "Hey, dipshit, I'm right here! Good morning!"
Grumbling, she kicked him in the shin and allowed herself in the bathroom.
***
Rinoa leisurely strode to the couch and turned on the T.V.; her mother gave her an odd look and spoke up.
"What do you think you're doing?" Julia asked.
Rinoa grumbled, "I'm watching T.V. I'll get dressed later."
"Honey, it's 7:30 …" Then, as if it was necessary, she added, "A.M."
"What? Excuse me! Could you repeat that? I could've sworn you said 7:30." She said disbelievingly.
"I did."
"HOLY FUCK!" She screamed as she ran out the room.
"Watch your language!" She called after her daughter.
Rinoa ran about her room, looking for some decent clothes to wear. The old teenage trick of smelling before you considered wearing it was put in motion. She knew that her drawers were empty and her closet was a wreck.
***
The tall blond sat behind the wheel of her car while she waited. She stared at her clock, waiting for either of the two tardy girls to emerge from their homes in a panicked run… Like they did every other morning. But today was slightly different.
They were still late… But something far more interesting happened.
Selphie ran from her house, shouting how badly she was going to kill her brother when she slipped.
The short girl slipped on the ice and skidded into a newspaper. Falling flat on her face, she got up to see if anyone had witnessed her act of clumsiness and found Quistis, nearly dying of hysterics at the wheel of the red car.
"It's not funny!!!" The younger girl shrieked and stomped her way to the vehicle, "If you weren't giving me a ride, I'd kick you in the ass!" She got to the passenger seat.
"Actually it was hilarious." Rinoa said as she too, got into the car.
***
The crumpled piece of paper was kicked up to Rinoa who swooped down to pick it up. It read:
Hey Rin, don't you think that Mr. Richards has a really nice ass? Look when he turns around!
She grimaced … the man was 40 for love's sake! She scribbled back,
Are you shitting me? Quistis, if you have nothing better to do … PLEASE, get some taste in men!
She kicked the note back, only to receive one from Selphie,
Freddy is single! Freddy is single! Freddy is single! I had a dream about him last night … hee hee. Mm … the shirtless-ness!
Rinoa rolled her eyes and replied,
Please, spare me the details.
Quistis grinned at her note that she kicked to Selphie,
Please agree with me! Mr. Richard's ass is nice! Tell Rinoa!
Selphie squinted, held the note at arms length and grimaced,
You like them saggy? Ewww!
"What are three doing back there?" Mr. Richards called out to the girls.
"Nothing!" Rinoa nearly screamed, earning a few giggles from the front.
Quistis smacked her head on the desk, "I'm too young to die!"
"Shut up, you idiot!" Selphie hissed, the note still at arms length.
"What is that in your hand?" His eyes narrowed.
"Um … something extremely dangerous!! Don't come near it, sir."
Rinoa groaned and wanted to completely disappear from the class.
Mr. Richards walked away from the board- that was full of notes on the Great Depression- and up to Selphie. He looked down at her and snatched the note from her hand. He read the note and looked at Quistis awkwardly.
"Miss Trepe, this s your writing, is it not?"
Quistis turned 18 different shades of red in the span of 3.5 seconds. "No! It's Rinoa's!"
"Ah, really? So how come the 'G's are all curly? And how come it says, "Please tell Rinoa" when Selphie's holding it? Care to explain?"
"Not really, sir."
"Fine then. Read it out to the class."
Quistis looked around for help. Everyone was too busy laughing at the three girls and there was still another half hour of class left. The chances of having a fire bell go off were zero to none.
Rinoa stood up and acted really sick. "Sir I have a headache. Can I go get some Tylenol from my locker? Bye!" She said as she left the room.
Selphie was the next to follow. "I'm having severe stomach cramps… I think it's that time of the month. You wouldn't understand sir!" she yelled as she too, left the room at break neck speed.
"Don't even think about it, Miss Trepe. Read it out." He smiled demonically.
Quistis looked at him timidly and looked at the scratches of writing. Her voice felt like it was going to cave. There was no way that she was going to be able to read it out. Not wanting to get in further trouble, she read the note out to the class.
Their reaction to hearing this information was to clutch their stomach and laugh hysterically. Even Mr. Richards began to laugh but then stopped rather abruptly and yelled out, "NOT FUNNY. Miss Trepe, I think you should be expelled however … I have something even better than expulsion."
"Sir, but … I was complimenting you! Selphie and Rinoa were the ones …"
"I've not forgotten about those two, believe me! They too, will have to face rather … cruel consequences. I will not tolerate my students mocking me!"
The class fell silent once more as the lesson continued.
***
The three girls and the teacher were held back after school. Things did not look good for the three girls.
"As you are very well aware, note passing is prohibited during class. So, to teach you a very valuable lesson in respect, I expect a 500 000 word essay one the Great Depression for tomorrow. Three-letter words- and less- don't count. This is a group project. Surely you three will be able to pull it off with all the notes you took today." He smiled once more.
"But, sir, it wasn't-" Quistis started but was cut off by Mr. Richards.
"SILENCE! You will hand it in for tomorrow or else you will be expelled. Dismissed."
***
Rinoa walked up to the red car and awaited her 'companions' furiously. She couldn't believe it.
Quistis unlocked the car solemnly and got in. "Good, fucking job!" Selphie screeched, "I'm really sorry but I've got better things to do tonight so I'll let you do the work I'm no longer responsible for!"
"No longer responsible? I had NOTHING to do with that note!" Rinoa screamed back, shutting the car door with such force that it could have just … fallen off.
"How do you figure?" Quistis turned back and glared at Rinoa, "Your name was in it!"
"Hey, not my problem if YOU wanted to convince me that RICHARDS had a nice ass!" She retorted. "Worst is, you tried to blame it on me!"
"I knew it was going to be a bad day ever since I stepped out that door!" Selphie yelled out to no one in particular.
"Selphie, go to hell!" The two other girls snapped.
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