Check it out bitches! I'm back again! Well, not that I ever left... Aaaanywaaay, this time, I've brought company.
Maggie: Ooooh, is it me?!
Colleen: No dumbass, you're not even a main character
Maggie: I almost am...
Colleen: I'm obviously who she's talking about
Hammsters: Both of you are dumbasses! The company is my friend Julia! She's co-writing this one with me! Say hi Julia!
Julia:...
Hammsters: Okay, you're cool. Well, I guess I can't judge. I wrote that for you. She doesn't even know I'm posting this today. But I am! This is different from all the shizz I've written before because both our characters are the kind of people you just want to bitch-slap in real life. Which means, you FanFictioners will love them!

Disclaimer!- I don't own LOTF. Julia doesn't own LOTF either. I only own Colleen and Maggie, and I borrow Dove on the weekends (another character my friend MaryClaire thought up for us). Julia only owns Scarlett, and whatever other OC's she decides to bring in. Okay, story time!

The moment she woke up, Colleen knew there was something wrong. The air was hot and sticky, and last she checked, the air in England was anything but. Sitting up slowly and doing her best to ignore the all too familiar pain searing in her skull, she examined her surroundings. The ground was blackened and smoking with scrap metal scattered among the broken trees and brambles in the scar the plane crash had left. Next to her, bleeding profusely from a crack in her skull and lying in spilt brains was a very dead Abby March. And she wasn't the only body strewn across the forest floor. On a normal day, Colleen would cry and vomit, but migraines put her in a mood so sour she figured she could kick a puppy and laugh. Well, maybe. So on this particular day, Colleen mumbled, "Lovely," and promptly rose to her feet.

Stepping carefully around Abby's mangled remains, Colleen picked her way throught the mess into the jungle with a look of absolute distaste on her face. Dead bodies were only good for one thing in her mind: gory movies. She smirked. Something about such movies and stories gave her sick pleasure.

"Colleen!" She heard a shrill voice shriek. She spun around and then joined in the shrieking.

"Maggie!" The girls hugged and jumped up and down as though they were just back at home. "Ugh, did you see all that disgusting shit back there?" Maggie rolled her head back in annoyance.

"I know! Did you see Abby? So gross. If she looked like that, I hope I never see a mirror again." The two friends walked along the beach, giggling and praying for some hot guys to show up on that glorified hot plate. Their prayers were soon answered as they heard a trumpetting sound in the distance.

After running for what felt to them like a mile, Colleen and Maggie reached a large gathering of people, mostly comprised of unfamiliar boys, but also including a few of their classmates. Many boys had stripped down to their boxers to relieve the sweltering heat and, jealous, Colleen quickly peeled off her drab school uniform until she was only in a camisole and Sofee short shorts. Maggie quickly followed suit. Boys hooted and whistled at them, but Colleen simply flipped them the bird. She looked good and she knew it, no need for shame. At fourteen, Colleen was the target of every teenage boy in their town, with her perfect face, wavy black locks, model-like legs, and a figure that made people question her age. She was, to put it simply, hot; and no one knew it better than she did.

"Looking good little Missy Montgomery!" One of her classmates hooted.

"Shut your ass Mikey!" she yelled back teasingly.

"Everybody quiet!" A cute blonde boy standing in the center of the group yelled.

"He's hot," Colleen commented to Maggie.

"Dibs," Maggie whispered. Both girls giggled.

"So, I guess we're stuck on this island. I'm not sure if there's any adults here, but if there's not we're going to have to learn to take care of ourselves. I guess the first thing we have to do is-" The boy is cut off by someone yelling, "What's that?" All the kids looked over to where he pointed and saw a mob of black headed their way. The mob reached them quickly and they saw it wa a bunch of boys in black choir uniforms. Colleen, knowing exactly who they were, groaned.

"Oh no." She ducked her head.

"Where's the guy with the bullhorn?" A smoking hot ginger asked.

"There's no man, just me," the blonde replied. The ginger was about to say something else when a boy in the mob collapsed.

"Oh, for Christ's sake Si!" Colleen muttered.

"Shit," the redhead cursed. The boys swarmed him and Colleen sighed.

"I got it, I got it," she yelled, marching over and dragging her embarressing older brother into the shade. "Simon, you little diva," she murmured to herself. The hottie and the cutie started chatting it up, but Colleen stopped paying attention when Maggie came over and they started talking again. The only time when they left their own little world was to introduce themselves.

"I'm Maggie Tyler, I'm fourteen."

"I'm Colleen Montgomery, I'm fourteen, and this dramatic sap is my big brother Simon." Her remark earned a few chuckles and some odd stares from the choir boys. Why hadn't they met Simon's pretty little sister? The introducing continued, and then kids got to socializing. Simon woke up just then.

"Huh? Where am I?" He looked around and his eyes lit up. "Colleen, you're okay! I was so worried about you!" He hugged her.

"You had me worried too Si!" she lied. "I've got to go now bro, but I love you!" She gave him a big kiss on the cheek then skipped off with Maggie. "God I can't stand that kid," she whispered. Maggie laughed.

"So whaddaya think Col? Any competition?" Colleen looked around at the other girls, mostly her own squad or squad rejects, but also some new faces.

"Nah, we're in the clear." Maggie grinned.

"Hey, check out that chick." She pointed to an itty bitty blonde girl playing with her hair and staring off into space.

"She's pretty," Colleen noted.

"Yeah, your brother seems to think so too." From his place in the shade, Simon was quite obviously staring at the girl.

"She could do better," Colleen replied.

"Not that she will," Maggie said.

"Of course not," Colleen agreed. "You know how I hate to share my boy toys."

"And I hereby claim these for you and I!" Maggie laughed.

"Ooh," Colleen said distractedly. "I think I know which one I want to play with first." With that, she decisively strutted over to the redhead. "Hey," she said sweetly. He gave her a charming half smile.

"Hi. I'm Jack Merridew, head choir boy," he said.

"Oh, we're going by titles are we? All right, I'm Colleen Montgomery, head cheerleader." She shook his hand, giving him a playful look.

"Pleasure to meet you Colleen. You're Simon's little sister right?" She sighed.

"Sadly." He laughed.

"I've got to say, you're not really what I expected." She quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Why's that?" She asked.

"You could say that you're much easier on the eyes than your brother." Colleen laughed.

"Thanks Jack. You're sweet," she said, rubbing his upper arm lightly and causing him to turn slightly pink.

"So why have I never seen you before?" He asked.

"I like boys, boys like me, and Simon doesn't like that. He decided it was best to keep me far away from the big bad choir boys." It was Jack's turn to laugh again. "So do you think you could sing for me some time choirboy?" Colleen asked, batting her eyelashes prettily at him. "I hear you can sing a C-sharp." He smiled bemusedly.

"Maybe."

"Jack, Simon!" The blonde kid, Ralph, yelled. "Are you guys coming or not?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jack yelled back. "I've got to go play expedition with Blondie, but I'll talk to you later, okay?" He took her hand and kissed the back, and she faked a blush.

"Later," Colleen said, giving him a flirty wave as he walked away. Then she looked around and spotted two boys standing nearby. "Hey you two!" They looked up. "What're your names?"

"Sam-"

"-and Eric." Colleen smirked.

"Mmm, twins. Twice the fun. Come with me." She then strutted into the woods with the wide-eyed twins close behind.

*End Scene Uno*
What do you guys think of Colleen? Isn't she just a perfectly lovely skank? I hope so. I also hope you think she's an utterly awful bitch that you want to beat the shit out of. Cuz that's the general idea of what you're supposed to think of her. Oooh, and in case you're wondering (which I doubt you are, but I'll tell you anyway) her theme song is "Sweet About Me." It's really cute, but the name's kind of deceiving. It's all about how there's nothing sweet about her... Haha. Give it a listen, will ya folks? Also, check out my poll if you read Teenagers, I would like to know you're opinion. It's a new one, not the one about the song to use in the last chapter. This one's about THE SEQUEL folks! Okay, enough of my craziness. Please review!