A/N: I'm back ^_^ With a new story...I've noticed not many people come
here (or at least like to review) during school months...I expect more over
Thanksgiving Day break...ah well, here ya go ^_^ Kinda short, but it's
just an intro. Enjoy ^_^
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"And welcome back to 101.5 WKHJ!" the radio DJ announced in his annoying "Alex Trabec gameshow host" voice after a long commercial for some new cable internet. "The high for today is 56. Wow, another chilly one! Too cold for me, that's for sure! Well, Tough Trivia right after this: One of my personal favourite songs, 'Seniorita' by Justin Timberlake!"
"Oh...my...God..." Hank moaned from his place at the table in the station where he was desparately trying to cram for his physic's final. "Where do they get these crackpots?"
"Really," Tyler agreed, dog-earing the page he reached in Stephen King's "Pet Cemetary" and tossing the book down on top of his backpack. "I swear, if they play one more Justin Timberlake song, I'm going to break the radio in half."
"Amen! Change it to 99X-"
"Don't you dare!" Val quickly objected. "I've had to sit and suffer through your Nirvana and Rob Zombie, now it's MY turn. I happen to like this song."
Tyler snorted. "You would."
"Well, he's a lot cooler than...Insane Clown Posse! Who wants to be in a band called Insane Clown Posse?"
"Not Justin Timberlake, thank God," Hank laughed.
"Yo, sorry I'm late." The three of them looked up as the fourth member of the squad, Jamie Waite, walked in, followed by his girlfriend, Caitie Roth.
"No problem," Hank shrugged. "It's been a slow day. You didn't miss much."
Caitie wrinkled her nose at the music. "Why are we listening to this?"
"Val," Tyler and Hank answered at the same time.
Jamie dropped his things into one of the armchairs and ambled over to the radio, singing along in a high pitched voice, "I don't know what I'm thinkin' 'bout, listening to this song." He made a move to change the station, but a crumpled up wad of paper, thrown by Val, which bounced off his left shoulder, destracted him.
"Come on!" Val pleaded. "The song is almost over, would it KILL you to hear the last ten seconds?"
"I don't know, it just might," he muttered as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from the tuning dial.
"And that was Justin Timberlake's latest hit, 'Senorita!'" The psycotically chipper DJ repeated. "Love that song. Anyway, on to today's Tough Trivia! Wow, this one's a tough one, but if you get it right, you and four friends could be chillin' on the beach during your week long vacation in everyone's favourite state, Hawaii!"
Val moaned and allowed her head to drop to the table top in front of her. "Oh, what I wouldn't GIVE for a vacation in Hawaii!"
"And the question is...what toy was the first toy to ever be advertised on television?" He paused for a moment, then repeated, "What toy was the first toy to ever have it's own television commercial? Call now, 828-1015, first correct answer wins a trip for five to Hawaii."
Jamie snorted as he flopped down on the couch. "I thought it was supposed to be a tough one."
"You mean you know what it is?!" Val demanded, excitedly.
"Of course. Mr. Potato Head. It's a common known fact. Don't know what they think is so hard about that."
Val blinked, then lept out of her chair, raced across the room, grabbed the cordless phone off the reciever, and shoved it in Jamie's face. "Call."
"Oh, come on, Val," Tyler shrugged. "You know those stupid radio contests are always rigged. Nobody ever wins."
Hank agreed, "Yeah, it's just a marketing ploy, if anything else."
"I. Don't. Care. I NEED this vacation. Call. Now, Jamie." Jamie, more afraid of what Val would do if he didn't, took the phone and began dialing the number as the blonde cheerleader continued squealing to herself. "Oh, a whole week in Hawaii! No squad, no school, no cheerleading, no chilly fall weather! Bliss!"
"Line's busy," Jamie announced, pressing the end call button.
"Keep trying!" Val shrieked.
"Jeeze, Val, calm down," Caitie rolled her eyes as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "The odds of us winning are extremely slim."
"It's ringing," Jamie reported.
Val was nearly hopping with anticipation. "Pick up, you stupid DJ! Pick up!"
"Hello," Jamie finally spoke.
"We got through! WE GOT THROUGH!" She latched her arms around Tyler's neck, nearly choking him, as she rejoiced.
"...I sure do...one hundred percent positive....Mr. Potato Head....I know." He glanced smugly at the other members of the squad. "No, I didn't use the internet, I just remember the question from a Trivial Persuit game I played a while ago.....great....Okay, will do...See ya." He hung up and stared expressionlessly back at the four expectant faces.
"Well?!" Val finally demanded.
Jamie shrugged apathetically. "He said we should stop by the radio station later on tonight to pick up our tickets."
The result was instantanious. Val screamed and tightened her hold around Tyler, Caitie seemed thoroughly surprised and impressed, and Hank apparently forgot about his physics final as he slammed his text book shut and tossed it to the floor, raising his arms above his head as though he had just scored the game winning touchdown.
"I told you I knew the answer," Jamie boasted, standing up and bowing melodramatically.
"Oh! A whole WEEK in HAWAII!" Tyler coughed and massaged his sore throat as Val, who finally released him, ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and began rummaging through her bag for a pen. "I'm going to make a list of all the things I'll need to take!"
"Dude! Jamie, man, you rock!" Hank exclaimed as he gave him a high five.
"I know," Jamie grinned rougishly.
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The shrill bell rang, signalling the end of fifth hour, which was L.A. for the two girls. Val hurried to catch up to Caitie as the mass of students made its way towards the door.
"Just THINK, Caitie! Two more hours and we'll be on our way to the beautiful, sunny, WARM Hawaii!"
Yesterday, as soon as their shift was over, the five teens headed over to the radio station to claim their prize. The radio DJ, who sounded much different in person, cheerfully handed them their five plane tickets, all first class, and told them that a limousine would be there to pick them up after school the next day and take them to the airport.
Val sighed whistfully. "I wonder what everyone will think when they see us driving off in a limmo...Are you sure you packed everything you're gonna need?"
"Yes, Val, stop freaking out, you sound like somebody's parent," Caitie rolled her eyes. "See you after school."
"Bye!" Val waved as the two of them headed for their separate classes.
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Meanwhile, on the football field, Hank and Tyler were just as restless. "Ready for the trip?" Hank grinned.
"You bet. I can barely concentrate on memorizing all these plays..."
"Just two hours, man...only two more hours..."
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And underneath the bleachers, where Jamie was hanging with the rest of his band of miscrients, he couldn't keep himself from glancing at his wristwatch impatiently every few minutes, mentally threatening the clock hands to move faster.
Everyone was looking forward to this vacation...
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* A/N: Wow...I haven't written this bad in...a long time....:sigh:. But really, this is just an introduction. A prolog. The following chapters will be muuuuuch better, I promise you! The PG rating will go up to PG-13 soon too. But you gotta *review* if you want to know what the whole "They get a lot more than they bargained for..." is all about! So please do! Thanks a bunch ^_^
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"And welcome back to 101.5 WKHJ!" the radio DJ announced in his annoying "Alex Trabec gameshow host" voice after a long commercial for some new cable internet. "The high for today is 56. Wow, another chilly one! Too cold for me, that's for sure! Well, Tough Trivia right after this: One of my personal favourite songs, 'Seniorita' by Justin Timberlake!"
"Oh...my...God..." Hank moaned from his place at the table in the station where he was desparately trying to cram for his physic's final. "Where do they get these crackpots?"
"Really," Tyler agreed, dog-earing the page he reached in Stephen King's "Pet Cemetary" and tossing the book down on top of his backpack. "I swear, if they play one more Justin Timberlake song, I'm going to break the radio in half."
"Amen! Change it to 99X-"
"Don't you dare!" Val quickly objected. "I've had to sit and suffer through your Nirvana and Rob Zombie, now it's MY turn. I happen to like this song."
Tyler snorted. "You would."
"Well, he's a lot cooler than...Insane Clown Posse! Who wants to be in a band called Insane Clown Posse?"
"Not Justin Timberlake, thank God," Hank laughed.
"Yo, sorry I'm late." The three of them looked up as the fourth member of the squad, Jamie Waite, walked in, followed by his girlfriend, Caitie Roth.
"No problem," Hank shrugged. "It's been a slow day. You didn't miss much."
Caitie wrinkled her nose at the music. "Why are we listening to this?"
"Val," Tyler and Hank answered at the same time.
Jamie dropped his things into one of the armchairs and ambled over to the radio, singing along in a high pitched voice, "I don't know what I'm thinkin' 'bout, listening to this song." He made a move to change the station, but a crumpled up wad of paper, thrown by Val, which bounced off his left shoulder, destracted him.
"Come on!" Val pleaded. "The song is almost over, would it KILL you to hear the last ten seconds?"
"I don't know, it just might," he muttered as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from the tuning dial.
"And that was Justin Timberlake's latest hit, 'Senorita!'" The psycotically chipper DJ repeated. "Love that song. Anyway, on to today's Tough Trivia! Wow, this one's a tough one, but if you get it right, you and four friends could be chillin' on the beach during your week long vacation in everyone's favourite state, Hawaii!"
Val moaned and allowed her head to drop to the table top in front of her. "Oh, what I wouldn't GIVE for a vacation in Hawaii!"
"And the question is...what toy was the first toy to ever be advertised on television?" He paused for a moment, then repeated, "What toy was the first toy to ever have it's own television commercial? Call now, 828-1015, first correct answer wins a trip for five to Hawaii."
Jamie snorted as he flopped down on the couch. "I thought it was supposed to be a tough one."
"You mean you know what it is?!" Val demanded, excitedly.
"Of course. Mr. Potato Head. It's a common known fact. Don't know what they think is so hard about that."
Val blinked, then lept out of her chair, raced across the room, grabbed the cordless phone off the reciever, and shoved it in Jamie's face. "Call."
"Oh, come on, Val," Tyler shrugged. "You know those stupid radio contests are always rigged. Nobody ever wins."
Hank agreed, "Yeah, it's just a marketing ploy, if anything else."
"I. Don't. Care. I NEED this vacation. Call. Now, Jamie." Jamie, more afraid of what Val would do if he didn't, took the phone and began dialing the number as the blonde cheerleader continued squealing to herself. "Oh, a whole week in Hawaii! No squad, no school, no cheerleading, no chilly fall weather! Bliss!"
"Line's busy," Jamie announced, pressing the end call button.
"Keep trying!" Val shrieked.
"Jeeze, Val, calm down," Caitie rolled her eyes as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "The odds of us winning are extremely slim."
"It's ringing," Jamie reported.
Val was nearly hopping with anticipation. "Pick up, you stupid DJ! Pick up!"
"Hello," Jamie finally spoke.
"We got through! WE GOT THROUGH!" She latched her arms around Tyler's neck, nearly choking him, as she rejoiced.
"...I sure do...one hundred percent positive....Mr. Potato Head....I know." He glanced smugly at the other members of the squad. "No, I didn't use the internet, I just remember the question from a Trivial Persuit game I played a while ago.....great....Okay, will do...See ya." He hung up and stared expressionlessly back at the four expectant faces.
"Well?!" Val finally demanded.
Jamie shrugged apathetically. "He said we should stop by the radio station later on tonight to pick up our tickets."
The result was instantanious. Val screamed and tightened her hold around Tyler, Caitie seemed thoroughly surprised and impressed, and Hank apparently forgot about his physics final as he slammed his text book shut and tossed it to the floor, raising his arms above his head as though he had just scored the game winning touchdown.
"I told you I knew the answer," Jamie boasted, standing up and bowing melodramatically.
"Oh! A whole WEEK in HAWAII!" Tyler coughed and massaged his sore throat as Val, who finally released him, ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and began rummaging through her bag for a pen. "I'm going to make a list of all the things I'll need to take!"
"Dude! Jamie, man, you rock!" Hank exclaimed as he gave him a high five.
"I know," Jamie grinned rougishly.
* * * * * * *
The shrill bell rang, signalling the end of fifth hour, which was L.A. for the two girls. Val hurried to catch up to Caitie as the mass of students made its way towards the door.
"Just THINK, Caitie! Two more hours and we'll be on our way to the beautiful, sunny, WARM Hawaii!"
Yesterday, as soon as their shift was over, the five teens headed over to the radio station to claim their prize. The radio DJ, who sounded much different in person, cheerfully handed them their five plane tickets, all first class, and told them that a limousine would be there to pick them up after school the next day and take them to the airport.
Val sighed whistfully. "I wonder what everyone will think when they see us driving off in a limmo...Are you sure you packed everything you're gonna need?"
"Yes, Val, stop freaking out, you sound like somebody's parent," Caitie rolled her eyes. "See you after school."
"Bye!" Val waved as the two of them headed for their separate classes.
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Meanwhile, on the football field, Hank and Tyler were just as restless. "Ready for the trip?" Hank grinned.
"You bet. I can barely concentrate on memorizing all these plays..."
"Just two hours, man...only two more hours..."
* * * * * * *
And underneath the bleachers, where Jamie was hanging with the rest of his band of miscrients, he couldn't keep himself from glancing at his wristwatch impatiently every few minutes, mentally threatening the clock hands to move faster.
Everyone was looking forward to this vacation...
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* A/N: Wow...I haven't written this bad in...a long time....:sigh:. But really, this is just an introduction. A prolog. The following chapters will be muuuuuch better, I promise you! The PG rating will go up to PG-13 soon too. But you gotta *review* if you want to know what the whole "They get a lot more than they bargained for..." is all about! So please do! Thanks a bunch ^_^