PJPrincess: Ok, I got bored of all the 'romance, youWill and YouJack' fics,
since that's all there seems to be lately. Not that I don't like them!
It's just, I think we need change! (: (:
JunoTechnoKid: Ok, I guess. Just, don't neglect your other stories!!
PJPrincess: Thanks, my conscious. ::rolls eyes::
JunoTechnoKid: ::sticks tongue out::
PJPrincess: Whateva.
Title: High School Life Rating: PG Summary: {AU} Complete AU. Jack is our Mischevious Bad-Playboy; Liz is the Beautiful Popular Girl; Will is the Good-looking Nerd that likes Star Trek; and Norrington is the Football Captain, and most Popular-Guy in School. Anyone know where this is going?
William Turner, affectionately called Liam by his few friends in Elmont High School, traveled over the school's yard distance toward the front of the school. His almost black colored hair was pinned back in a loose ponytail and his brown eyes shown vigoriously as he traced over the school's area in search of his friends. Donned in normal blue jeans and an average longsleeve black shirt, he didn't look much the part of the 'Trekerds' group he was in.
Directly across the yard of the school's front stood Norrington, called Norry, his dark brown hair falling down to his ears. His backpack was slung up over his shoulder and a grin played over his lips as he stood around with his football playing friends. His green eyes kept a good expectancy over his friends, but every so often would drift over to Elizabeth Swann. He wore dark blue cargo like jeans, a pair of normal sneakers, and a muscle short sleeve black shirt.
Just to the right of Norrington was Elizabeth Swann, usually called Liz or Beth. Her golden brown hair was in curls and up in a ponytail on her head. She was talking with a few of her friends and smiling while tugging at the edge of her short cheerleader skirt. She leaned her back on a tree directly behind her and pulled her binders in front of her chest. She found herself wearing her cheerleader outfit on the first day of school, as well as her tennis shoes.
On the direct opposite side of the tree leaned the stereotypical bad boy, and player, Jack Sparrow. His dark brown hair strung down to just near his chin and sat comfortably under a backward's played black cap. His own thin form was covered in black jeans that only slightly dipped over his sneakers, and a black t-shirt. In his thin lips sat a cigarrette as he watched a few cards be gambled over on a pushed up box in front of him.
Just as he reached for the money he'd won, the bell rung and he dodged to grab for the money before he was to long distracted. Taking his cigarette from his mouth, he threw it down to the ground and slammed his foot over it, making black traces of the burnt area over the pavement. After shoving the few bills into his pocket, he ran his finger under his nose in a 'snuff' kind of way, and walked passed the tree he'd been leaning against.
Elizabeth looked at her friends and waved before once more pulling at the edge of her skirt and jumping over a branch that stood in her way. She dipped down and picked up for her backpack, as well as her jacket, and then waved at Norrington and his friends before walking passed and toward the front steps of the school.
Norrington and his friends looked at each other for only a second and grabbed their own jackets before walking toward the school behind her, himself quickly catching up to Elizabeth and leisurely slinging his arm around her waist. Together, they walked passed William and his friends as they continued talking in their small three people circle.
Elizabeth, although not as uncomfortable as she used to be, looked delicately over her shoulder at Will before turning her attention back to Norrington with a broad smile. Will, having just barely caught her glance, turned back to his friends and nodded a goodbye as they broke off from their grouping together and went toward their classes.
"Homeroom 22." William muttered while looking over his schedule and then walked to his locker. It wasn't far from where he'd been standing, although he wasn't happy when he found out that it was directly next to Jack Sparrow's. No, he never had anything against the guy, he just never wanted to be seen with him. God forbid the two ever conversed, it may break his wonderful reputation.
'Reputation?!' He asked himself and then let out a mental laugh before slamming his locker closed and swinging the lock back together. Jack hadn't noticed his being there as he twirled the girl that was next to him's hair, smiling rather cheekily and winking every so often, gaining blushes and giggles from her.
Elizabeth continued on her way down the hallway with Norrington before stopping at her locker and getting a soft kiss on her cheek from him as he continued down the steps to his own locker. The two year difference between them never seemed to bother him, although she wasn't sure if they really considered each other their partners. Liz still dated other guys, and Norrington dated other girls. So why did they even bother? She sighed as she thought it all over and closed her locker before walking to her own homeroom class.
"Welcome to Home room 22." Mrs. Stancel said with a smile as she surveyed the class. In the front row, to the far left corner, William Turner sat. She smiled as she thought about what a wonderful student he always was. He leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window, apparently somewhere else in thought.
Diagonally behind him was Elizabeth Swann. She was a bright girl who paid attention, but could also seem to fantasy to much in class and would need to be brought back to reality every so often. The first two rows of the classroom seemed secure with good enough students. The third row was enough to handle with the exception of one student that had ADHD and was allergic to the medicine he was supposed to take. He wouldn't be a problem, though. He'd learned self-control through the years.
Now, the backrow concerned her. For the most part, the three kids she saw were usually behaved, but also had been known to either start fights, yell at the teacher, or make profane comments. She sighed and tapped her notebook with her finger to set all the pages right before beginning the attendance call.
"...Elizabeth Swann?" Elizabeth looked up and smiled, then nodded, before returning to her doodling with her pink, fuzzy-tipped pen. Mrs. Stancel continued on down the list.
"William Turner?" He lazily turned his head to her and nodded before looking back out the window again. She smiled sweetly and then looked back at the last name on the attendance sheet.
"Jack Sparrow?" She asked, and then looked up around the room. No sign of him. Of course, it didn't come as a surprise. He would either not show up for the first day of school, be found in the hallway making out with some girl, or come in tardy, a cigarette in his mouth. She prayed for the latter. Fortanetly, she was in luck.
"Mornin' Teach." Jack Sparrow swung the door open and grinned at her before closing it behind him and waving his cigarette that sat between his fingers in the air and bowing, causing a few of the other students to laugh. Once again, Mrs. Stancel sighed and motioned to the last seat in the far left corner at the back of the room.
"Now, class, although you were unaware of it, this year we've changed something. You're to sit in alphabetical order." A few groans came from the class as she said this, and each student stood up to find out where their appointed seats were.
Slowly, the seats were rearranged and Will, Liz, and Jack found themselves in the same backrow. Jack was to the right corner, then Liz, then Will. Next to Will was the boy with ADHD, but he wasn't going to be bothered. Lance, as the kid liked to be called, was in his group. At least he'd have one person to talk to in his row.
Little did he know, though, that the years of unchanging class styles, were about to change.
........
PJPrincess: Oh, but how close to change it really is! Tell me what you guys think! Should I continue, or trash it? Be honest! (Be, be honest. Be be, be honest.)
JunoTechnoKid: No furthermore, please. I hate that dumb song 'The Walrus'.
PJPrincess: 'Eh, shut up. Here! Have some Jack and Will muffins! ::tosses muffins::
Out.
JunoTechnoKid: Ok, I guess. Just, don't neglect your other stories!!
PJPrincess: Thanks, my conscious. ::rolls eyes::
JunoTechnoKid: ::sticks tongue out::
PJPrincess: Whateva.
Title: High School Life Rating: PG Summary: {AU} Complete AU. Jack is our Mischevious Bad-Playboy; Liz is the Beautiful Popular Girl; Will is the Good-looking Nerd that likes Star Trek; and Norrington is the Football Captain, and most Popular-Guy in School. Anyone know where this is going?
William Turner, affectionately called Liam by his few friends in Elmont High School, traveled over the school's yard distance toward the front of the school. His almost black colored hair was pinned back in a loose ponytail and his brown eyes shown vigoriously as he traced over the school's area in search of his friends. Donned in normal blue jeans and an average longsleeve black shirt, he didn't look much the part of the 'Trekerds' group he was in.
Directly across the yard of the school's front stood Norrington, called Norry, his dark brown hair falling down to his ears. His backpack was slung up over his shoulder and a grin played over his lips as he stood around with his football playing friends. His green eyes kept a good expectancy over his friends, but every so often would drift over to Elizabeth Swann. He wore dark blue cargo like jeans, a pair of normal sneakers, and a muscle short sleeve black shirt.
Just to the right of Norrington was Elizabeth Swann, usually called Liz or Beth. Her golden brown hair was in curls and up in a ponytail on her head. She was talking with a few of her friends and smiling while tugging at the edge of her short cheerleader skirt. She leaned her back on a tree directly behind her and pulled her binders in front of her chest. She found herself wearing her cheerleader outfit on the first day of school, as well as her tennis shoes.
On the direct opposite side of the tree leaned the stereotypical bad boy, and player, Jack Sparrow. His dark brown hair strung down to just near his chin and sat comfortably under a backward's played black cap. His own thin form was covered in black jeans that only slightly dipped over his sneakers, and a black t-shirt. In his thin lips sat a cigarrette as he watched a few cards be gambled over on a pushed up box in front of him.
Just as he reached for the money he'd won, the bell rung and he dodged to grab for the money before he was to long distracted. Taking his cigarette from his mouth, he threw it down to the ground and slammed his foot over it, making black traces of the burnt area over the pavement. After shoving the few bills into his pocket, he ran his finger under his nose in a 'snuff' kind of way, and walked passed the tree he'd been leaning against.
Elizabeth looked at her friends and waved before once more pulling at the edge of her skirt and jumping over a branch that stood in her way. She dipped down and picked up for her backpack, as well as her jacket, and then waved at Norrington and his friends before walking passed and toward the front steps of the school.
Norrington and his friends looked at each other for only a second and grabbed their own jackets before walking toward the school behind her, himself quickly catching up to Elizabeth and leisurely slinging his arm around her waist. Together, they walked passed William and his friends as they continued talking in their small three people circle.
Elizabeth, although not as uncomfortable as she used to be, looked delicately over her shoulder at Will before turning her attention back to Norrington with a broad smile. Will, having just barely caught her glance, turned back to his friends and nodded a goodbye as they broke off from their grouping together and went toward their classes.
"Homeroom 22." William muttered while looking over his schedule and then walked to his locker. It wasn't far from where he'd been standing, although he wasn't happy when he found out that it was directly next to Jack Sparrow's. No, he never had anything against the guy, he just never wanted to be seen with him. God forbid the two ever conversed, it may break his wonderful reputation.
'Reputation?!' He asked himself and then let out a mental laugh before slamming his locker closed and swinging the lock back together. Jack hadn't noticed his being there as he twirled the girl that was next to him's hair, smiling rather cheekily and winking every so often, gaining blushes and giggles from her.
Elizabeth continued on her way down the hallway with Norrington before stopping at her locker and getting a soft kiss on her cheek from him as he continued down the steps to his own locker. The two year difference between them never seemed to bother him, although she wasn't sure if they really considered each other their partners. Liz still dated other guys, and Norrington dated other girls. So why did they even bother? She sighed as she thought it all over and closed her locker before walking to her own homeroom class.
"Welcome to Home room 22." Mrs. Stancel said with a smile as she surveyed the class. In the front row, to the far left corner, William Turner sat. She smiled as she thought about what a wonderful student he always was. He leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window, apparently somewhere else in thought.
Diagonally behind him was Elizabeth Swann. She was a bright girl who paid attention, but could also seem to fantasy to much in class and would need to be brought back to reality every so often. The first two rows of the classroom seemed secure with good enough students. The third row was enough to handle with the exception of one student that had ADHD and was allergic to the medicine he was supposed to take. He wouldn't be a problem, though. He'd learned self-control through the years.
Now, the backrow concerned her. For the most part, the three kids she saw were usually behaved, but also had been known to either start fights, yell at the teacher, or make profane comments. She sighed and tapped her notebook with her finger to set all the pages right before beginning the attendance call.
"...Elizabeth Swann?" Elizabeth looked up and smiled, then nodded, before returning to her doodling with her pink, fuzzy-tipped pen. Mrs. Stancel continued on down the list.
"William Turner?" He lazily turned his head to her and nodded before looking back out the window again. She smiled sweetly and then looked back at the last name on the attendance sheet.
"Jack Sparrow?" She asked, and then looked up around the room. No sign of him. Of course, it didn't come as a surprise. He would either not show up for the first day of school, be found in the hallway making out with some girl, or come in tardy, a cigarette in his mouth. She prayed for the latter. Fortanetly, she was in luck.
"Mornin' Teach." Jack Sparrow swung the door open and grinned at her before closing it behind him and waving his cigarette that sat between his fingers in the air and bowing, causing a few of the other students to laugh. Once again, Mrs. Stancel sighed and motioned to the last seat in the far left corner at the back of the room.
"Now, class, although you were unaware of it, this year we've changed something. You're to sit in alphabetical order." A few groans came from the class as she said this, and each student stood up to find out where their appointed seats were.
Slowly, the seats were rearranged and Will, Liz, and Jack found themselves in the same backrow. Jack was to the right corner, then Liz, then Will. Next to Will was the boy with ADHD, but he wasn't going to be bothered. Lance, as the kid liked to be called, was in his group. At least he'd have one person to talk to in his row.
Little did he know, though, that the years of unchanging class styles, were about to change.
........
PJPrincess: Oh, but how close to change it really is! Tell me what you guys think! Should I continue, or trash it? Be honest! (Be, be honest. Be be, be honest.)
JunoTechnoKid: No furthermore, please. I hate that dumb song 'The Walrus'.
PJPrincess: 'Eh, shut up. Here! Have some Jack and Will muffins! ::tosses muffins::
Out.