Author's Notes: Unlike like my last fanfic "The Camcorder" I'll be separating future fics into chapters to avoid forcing everyone to read through huge blocks of text and hopefully things won't look as daunting. In the end it's better for everyone. Anyway, feel free to let me know what you think about. What you liked, what you didn't like, criticism will only help me become a better writer just as long as its constructive. Thank you.
WAR OF THE GIRLS
(The scene begins in Ms. Fowl's class where students are talking amongst themselves. Jimmy can be seen reading a book while Cindy and Libby are having an inaudible conversation).
Jimmy: (reading to himself aloud) The world's land masses sit atop enormous shifting fragments of subterranean rock known as tectonic plates. These plates...
Sheen: (interrupting) Hey Jimmy, whatcha reading there?
Jimmy: Nothing much Sheen. Just trying to get a head start on today's lesson about the Earth's tectonic plates is all.
Sheen: Titanic plates?
Jimmy: Well actually...
(Ms. Fowl walks into the room to greet the class and begin her lesson)
Ms. Fowl: Good morning class!
Class: Good morning, Ms. Fowl!
Ms. Fowl: Why thank you. Now, can anyone tell me what our lesson plan for today is?
(Sheen anxiously waves his hand in the air)
Sheen: Oh! Oh! Pick me Ms. Fowl!
Ms. Fowl: Ok, why don't you lead us on, SHEEN!
Sheen: Today, we are learning about Titanic plates! See, I was paying attention.
Ms. Fowl: Sorry SHEEN, but you're wrong. Close, but still wrong.. "Tectonic" plates is what you're looking for. The plates themselves are indeed titanic, but what is it about them that makes them so important?
Jimmy: I can answer that Ms. Fowl. The tectonic plates are large masses of dense material that rest miles under the Earth's surface. Our planet's land structures such as continents rest on top of these plates and as these plates move over a certain period of time, so do the positions of our world's land masses.
Ms. Fowl: Very good, Jimmy! You know class, at one point in time all of the world's continents were joined into one gigantic continent. It was from the activity of the Earth's crust, which makes up the tectonic plates, that the world as you see today is so different from the world so long ago.
Sheen: (confused) Wait a second. So that means those plates were there the entire time right?
Ms. Fowl: Of course, SHEEN!
Sheen: Darn, I thought I finally figured out where I misplaced my family's fine china dishes.
Jimmy: (whispering) Sheen, they aren't the same thing.
Sheen: Well I know that NOW, Jimmy. Come on, give me some credit.
Jimmy: Nevermind. Hey, where's Carl?
Sheen: Oh yeah, Carl is sick today. Something about festering lesions and the flu. He'll be out for a while apparently.
Ms. Fowl: One of the world's greatest catastrophes is caused by the shifting of the plates. There are areas on Earth with sensitive areas known as fault lines. When the plates shift along these fault lines an earthquake occurs and...
(Before Ms. Fowl can continue the classroom's P.A. system activates with a chime)
P.A. System: Ms. Fowl?
Ms. Fowl: Yes, this is she.
P.A. System: Ms. Fowl, please send both Cynthia Vortex and Liberty Folfax to Mr. Willoughby's office, pronto!
(Cindy and Libby are taken aback with a surprised look on their faces)
Cindy: Wait? What? Why us?
Libby: Yeah, what did we do?
Ms. Fowl: I'll send them right over. Cindy, Libby, time to go. You can catch up on the lesson when you get back.
(As Cindy and Libby walk to the door they pass by Jimmy's and Sheen's desks)
Sheen: Whoa, Cindy and Libby in trouble? What did you guys do?
Libby: We aren't in any trouble! I think...
Jimmy: (leaning back in his desk) Maybe it's all that bad karma coming back to bite you in the butt. Remember the Golden Rule Cindy, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
(Cindy pushes Jimmy's desk causing him to fall out onto the floor, the class laughs)
Cindy: Serves you and your tectonic cranium right. Let's go Libby.
(Cindy and Libby leave the class as the other students look on)
Ms. Fowl: (calling out into the hallway) Young girls, walking the green mile!
Libby: (concerned) Ms. Fowl, that really isn't helping.
Ms. Fowl: Oh, sorry Libby. I've always wanted to say something like that.
Sheen: Sheesh, tough crowd. You ok Jimmy?
Jimmy: It's nothing. I don't know what Cindy and Libby are in for, but I hope at least Cindy gets what is coming to her.
(Scene shifts to Principal Willoughby's office where Cindy and Libby are being briefed on the situation)
Cindy and Libby: (surprised) A dance social?
Principal Willoughby: That's right! And I want both of you to put your fashionably smart brains together and create a theme for our new event. You have the freedom to do whatever you want but nothing too "out there" ok? Are we clear?
Libby: Mr. Willoughby, you have nothing to worry about.
Cindy: That's right! Libby and I will do this dance social right!
Principal Willoughby: Well that's great to hear! You two can go on back to class then and remember, there is a deadline!
Libby: No sweat. We'll probably even beat the deadline long before it comes. You can count on us!
(Scene shifts back to Ms. Fowl's room where Jimmy and Sheen are continuing their conversation)
Sheen: (hysterical) Oh Jimmy, the horrors of the unknown! What if poor Libby and Cindy are struck down by the horribly unforgiving hand of the public educational system!
Jimmy: Calm down Sheen, although you do bring up a good point. I really do hope Cindy isn't in too much trouble.
(Sheen looks at Jimmy with a skeptical look)
Sheen: Hey, what about Libby?
Jimmy: (stammering) Oh yeah, and um, Libby too. Can't forget about our good friend Libby, heh heh.
(Cindy and Libby open the door and walk in proudly, Sheen runs up and hugs both of them)
Sheen: You're ok! You're ok! Are you hurt? What did they do to you? WHAT DID THEY DO?
Cindy: (pushing Sheen) Get off! No one did anything.
Jimmy: They did nothing at all? Then why else would they call you up to the Principal's office?
Cindy: Much to your chagrin I'm sure Neutron, we aren't in any trouble whatsoever. However, I'm happy to announce to the class that a new event, a dance social, is underway for next week.
(Class gives roaring applause and cheers)
Libby: That's right! And both Cindy and I were called up to be exclusive planners for the main theme of the event.
(Class gives roaring applause and cheers)
Sheen: Well, that's pretty good news.
Jimmy: Actually, I agree. Planning the theme to a new school activity should be a rewarding task. Congratulations Cindy.
(Libby looks at Jimmy with a skeptical look)
Libby: What about me?
Jimmy: Oh sorry, yeah you too Libby, congratulations to you too. Man, what is with me today?
Cindy: Well, I appreciate that. Thanks Neutron.
Libby: Ok, enough of that. Come on Cindy, we've got some planning to do, girl.
Sheen: Don't even worry about it! It's already done! Work with me here, just imagine an Ultralord theme! The marvels of space lining the walls, lasers shooting out every corner of the room and a tectonic Ultralord...
Ms. Fowl: (correcting Sheen) SHEEN, now would be a good time to use the term "titanic."
Sheen: Uh yeah, titanic Ultralord figure as the centerpiece. What do you think?
(Cindy and Libby look at Sheen, then at each other and choose to ignore him as they walk away and discuss their plans)
Sheen: What did I say? I tell ya, these days people don't know a good idea when it's right there in front of them.
(Later that day, outside of class Cindy and Libby begin discussing their plans for the dance social)
Cindy: So what should we settle on? Maybe a Masquerade Ball? Or a costume party!
Libby: I dunno. I was thinking of something with a little mainstream pop culture flavor. Something where people can just come, loosen up and have a great time.
Cindy: That's a good idea Libby, but I don't know how well that would do for a dance social. I mean, it will be quite the formal affair.
Libby: My idea can be formal. A formal way to bust out the moves and par-tay!
(Libby begins humming a beat and dancing in place)
Cindy: I just don't think that's a good idea for an event like this and besides, Mr. Willoughby is counting on us to make this a good event.
(Libby stops dancing and gives Cindy a concerned look)
Libby: A good event? Who says my idea isn't good?
Cindy: Well it doesn't seem right for something like this. We need something more civilized and pronounced.
Libby: Oh really? And wearing goofy masks and Halloween costumes in the spring when it's hot is a good idea? Maybe if you want people sweatin' to the oldies.
(Cindy takes offense and gives Libby a stern look)
Cindy: Hey! Masquerades and costume parties happen to be two of the more formally accepted events in society today. People with class and a sense of dignity know their worth.
Libby: No, those people are usually just snobs who think they're better than everyone else. And they're so uptight too. Besides, who owns masks and costumes anyway for a ball? People would just use their old dress up clothes or something. At least with my idea people can come and look normal.
Cindy: Well, maybe you're just not as sophisticated and mature enough to understand such affairs.
Libby: Well, maybe you're just too stuck up and focused on fancy gimmicks to know what it means to have a good time. Exactly what kind of music would you play at an event with masks and costumes?
Cindy: Well since you asked, it would be symphonic, Classical music by such esteemed musicians as Bach, Mozart or even Beethoven.
(Libby blows off the statement and rolls her eyes)
Libby: Oh please, I don't see how anyone can shake their booty and have a good time to music composed by a man who was deaf.
Cindy: You can't be serious. The musical stylings of those people make up the foundation of today's music. I don't see Rock or Hip Hop being as important or even working at an event like this.
Libby: You know what Ms. Vortex? If you're going to just diss my ideas and run with your wild, insane ideas then I'm going to have to bring direction to this project and just do it all myself.
Cindy: Fine then, Ms. Folfax! But don't expect me to just sit by while you plan on ruining a potentially great event. Your help is no longer needed as you obviously have no sense of style or direction.
Libby: Oh we'll see who has the style! Goodbye, Cindy!
Cindy: The feeling is mutual!
(The two girls walk home in opposite directions as the schoolyard begins to clear out for the day)