Disclaimer: I don't own TCB, but I do own my charecters, so ha! anyway, on with the story mates! sorry, POTC freak here... :)
Wrightsville High School, Wrightsville, North Carolina, February 6, 2004.
*Brie climbed out of her dad's BMW, holding her purse, which had a pink 'B' on the side of it. Saturday and she was stuck at her school. Great.
*Mike sat in his dad's truck, only half-listening to his lecture about him having to be here on a meet day. Hunching down in his letterman jacket, he climbed out of the truck and walked up the stairs to the school.
*Cody sat next to his uncle in his car. He was talking about how, if he didn't get a scholarship in a couple years, he was not going to pay for college. Cody nodded his understanding and got out of the car, ignoring a jock headed the same way he was.
*Vic popped her gum as her mother pulled up in front of her school. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she stepped out, slamming the door behind her and turning her CD player up. Spotting a dork and some jock headed inside, she followed them through the doors as another set of footsteps fell into step behind them.
*Kenny walked up to the school. He was used to spending his Saturday's at school now. He had been for nearly three years now. Sticking his hands further inside his coat, he followed three other people inside.
*Mr. Bishop waited until all five students were in the library before stepping inside. There were three boys and two girls. One of which was Kenny, back again. The other four, he didn't know, save for Mike, the best quarterback on the team. Besides who cared?
The five of them had chosen their seats by the time Mr. Bishop came in. Brie sat at the front, her purse in front of her, showing the world her first initial. Her straight smooth hair, a dyed black color, was covering her shoulders and the top of her designer shirt. Mike sat to the left of her, at the other end of the long table. His buzzed blonde hair was longer now than it had been during football season and he was slouching in his chair. Behind him sat sat Cody, his blonde hair cut neatly. He wore a green windbreaker that was a little short in the sleeves. Kenny sat at his nornal place, two back from the front, middle seat, his brown hair poking up as he examined the newcomers. The last one, Vic, was still popping her gum and now her music filled the room. Her black hair had dark brown highlights and she wore an grey Independent Truck Company sweatshirt, which looked too large for her.
"Attention, students!" Mr. Bishop said, "You have eight hours in here, so I expect you'll have planty of time to write this essay. The rules: No Talking, No Moving. Just do your work. I'll be in my office across the hall, so no funny buisness," he said and left the room.
Kenny smiled. "Let the games begin," he said as the other four turned to stare at him.
So, what do you think? I dunno. Ok if I get ONE review, I'll write another chapter. Even if I don't, I'll write another chapter, so either way, you should still press the review button...:)
Wrightsville High School, Wrightsville, North Carolina, February 6, 2004.
*Brie climbed out of her dad's BMW, holding her purse, which had a pink 'B' on the side of it. Saturday and she was stuck at her school. Great.
*Mike sat in his dad's truck, only half-listening to his lecture about him having to be here on a meet day. Hunching down in his letterman jacket, he climbed out of the truck and walked up the stairs to the school.
*Cody sat next to his uncle in his car. He was talking about how, if he didn't get a scholarship in a couple years, he was not going to pay for college. Cody nodded his understanding and got out of the car, ignoring a jock headed the same way he was.
*Vic popped her gum as her mother pulled up in front of her school. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she stepped out, slamming the door behind her and turning her CD player up. Spotting a dork and some jock headed inside, she followed them through the doors as another set of footsteps fell into step behind them.
*Kenny walked up to the school. He was used to spending his Saturday's at school now. He had been for nearly three years now. Sticking his hands further inside his coat, he followed three other people inside.
*Mr. Bishop waited until all five students were in the library before stepping inside. There were three boys and two girls. One of which was Kenny, back again. The other four, he didn't know, save for Mike, the best quarterback on the team. Besides who cared?
The five of them had chosen their seats by the time Mr. Bishop came in. Brie sat at the front, her purse in front of her, showing the world her first initial. Her straight smooth hair, a dyed black color, was covering her shoulders and the top of her designer shirt. Mike sat to the left of her, at the other end of the long table. His buzzed blonde hair was longer now than it had been during football season and he was slouching in his chair. Behind him sat sat Cody, his blonde hair cut neatly. He wore a green windbreaker that was a little short in the sleeves. Kenny sat at his nornal place, two back from the front, middle seat, his brown hair poking up as he examined the newcomers. The last one, Vic, was still popping her gum and now her music filled the room. Her black hair had dark brown highlights and she wore an grey Independent Truck Company sweatshirt, which looked too large for her.
"Attention, students!" Mr. Bishop said, "You have eight hours in here, so I expect you'll have planty of time to write this essay. The rules: No Talking, No Moving. Just do your work. I'll be in my office across the hall, so no funny buisness," he said and left the room.
Kenny smiled. "Let the games begin," he said as the other four turned to stare at him.
So, what do you think? I dunno. Ok if I get ONE review, I'll write another chapter. Even if I don't, I'll write another chapter, so either way, you should still press the review button...:)