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"Sara! Yo! Yes, I'm talking to you! Wait for me! Sara!" a girl with hair too black to be fake jogged after Sara. As she ran, papers fell from her arms, but she didn't stop to pick them up.
"Watch it!" A tall kid on the soccer team whined as she ran into him, spilling more papers, if that was possible.
"Move, Rory!" She yelled in annoyance, running on.
"Hey! You can't just run into me and not apologize!" Rory dashed after her, quite pissed that somebody was not respecting his-oh-so-perfect-person.
Sara was kneeling on the ground, oblivious to the world around her. Her backpack was on the muddy ground beside her, soaking up the excess water. She knew that she would probably miss her bus, but she could always walk home.
All of her attention was focused on the memorial plaque set into the ground beneath a small maple tree.
Carl S. Grant, benefactor (1924-1984).
She wasn't interested in Mr. Grant; she was watching the plaque shifting colors. When she had first seen it, the fall of seventh grade, she had thought it a trick of the light. After it she began to see it at night, when there were no lights, she became suspicious and avoided it.
Today, the call had seemed particularly strong, and she had been sitting for the past ten minutes watching it.
"Sara! Sara!" she jerked out of her reverie and saw Jen, spilling papers as usual.
"What Jen?" She asked, mildly annoyed. "Oh crap!" She hissed, as Jen was knocked over by Rory, who for all his soccer skills, could not stop. "Oof!" she groaned, feeling squished.
Adam smiled and acted stupid. He wanted the people and teachers to think that he was stupid. He didn't want to have to work.
"Omigod! Adam, look at that!" Rebekah pulled on his sleeve, giggling like a lunatic. He looked where she pointed, and saw the star of the soccer team, a total nobody and an arm, all in a pile. Then the arm moved, and he saw it was connected to a person- and that person was the prettiest girl that he had ever seen.
"Who is that?" he asked Rebekah softly.
"I don't know," she whined, pouting. She flicked some of her stiff blonde hair over her shoulder; or, she tried to. It was so stiff that it stayed exactly where it had been for the past three years: up in a ponytail. "She's just some smart chick who doesn't talk.
Adam smiled, and patted Rebekah's arm. "Bekah, don't worry, she's just a girl and you're Rebekah Brandt! Everyone still loves you." Adam dropped her hand and turned away. "I'm going to go see what Rory's got himself into this time."
Rory groaned and rolled off of Jen, who then rolled off of Sara. "Why'd you stop?" he mumbled.
"Because I couldn't just run Sara over, could I?" Jen retorted angrily. "Look, you got my blacks all muddy!" She held out a piece of her shredded black tee, grumbling to herself the whole time.
"Are you talking to yourself?" Rory asked her.
"Yes. Shut up." She snapped.
"Jeez, that hurt." Sara sat up slowly, grimacing as she felt her wet brown hair cling to her back. "Ugh. Mud. Yuck." She rung out her hair, watching the brown water drip from it. "That was the most disgusting thing to happen to me this year. Nasty mud."
"It's only the start of the year, silly Sara." Jen said comfortingly. "You have 179 days left to have more bad tings happen to you!" She smiled cheerfully.
"What's he doing," Sara asked, pointing to Rory.
"I don't know, and I do not want to know." Jen raised her eyebrows skeptically.
Rory was sitting in the mud, gently brushing little specks of non-existent dirt off of his pristine white Abercrombie and Fitch shirt.
"Rory! What happened, dude?" Adam drawled, walking up to the group. His head was turned toward Rory, but his eyes were on Sara.
Next to her, Jen sucked in her breath extremely quickly. Sara knew why too, it was because of Adam. Adam Carrie was undoubtedly the hottest guy in Jen's opinion. He wore black make up, sharpie black, to be exact. Sara just didn't understand her friend's obsession.
"Do you need help getting up?" Adam extended a hand toward Sara.
"No, I'm fine," She responded coolly, adeptly hiding her dislike. Easily, she stood up, possessing the grace that years of gymnastics had given her.
"Oh." Adam looked taken aback, as if he had never been turned down before. To tell the truth, he hadn't.
"Adam," Rebekah stalked over, jealous every time the spotlight was not on her. "Why are you talking to her?" Her perfectly manicured hands landed on carefully shaped hips.
"Because I felt like it." Adam shrugged and helped Rory to stand up.
"Thanks man."
"No problem, dude."
"ADAM!" Rebekah screeched, attracting the gazes of the teachers who were left to supervise the last remaining students on campus.
"What?" He rolled his eyes in Rory's direction.
Sara snorted softly, and Jen (who was still on the ground) giggled openly.
"Jen, let's go." Sara turned and tripped over the mound of dirt surrounding the tree. "I so wish that that hadn't happened." She muttered fervently. Her foot landed on the plaque embedded in the dirt. She grabbed onto Jen's sleeve for balance, just as they were both sucked into the gaping hole that had opened in the earth. Sara screamed loud and clear, and right in Jen's ear.
Jen screamed because Sara was screaming.
Rory and Adam climbed to the edge of the hole to see where they went, muttering "Cool!" to one another.
Rebekah screamed, "ADAM!" Then a huge force, one that could rival gravity, pulled them all into the hole.
The security guard who was left to supervise could have sworn that the hole burped when it closed up. Then he convinced himself he was seeing things, and left for his own business/affair with the Vice Principal.
A/N: This is a slightly odd piece of work that has come out of the twisted depths of my mind. It is my first fic that I had the nerve to post.
In case you want to know, all the characters that are not TP's don't necessarily belong to me. Jen would have a fit if I said that I owned her. She would probably throw something very solid at my head. I own the character based on me (Sara), and I make fun of the rest.
There is a plaque in front of a tree at my school, but so far I haven't stepped on it. Yet. The dude's name is Carl Hoppe, but I thought that was a silly kind of name, plus I couldn't remember it at the time that I was writing so...he really did die in 1984...
Please review this! I'm begging you!
Spirielle
"Sara! Yo! Yes, I'm talking to you! Wait for me! Sara!" a girl with hair too black to be fake jogged after Sara. As she ran, papers fell from her arms, but she didn't stop to pick them up.
"Watch it!" A tall kid on the soccer team whined as she ran into him, spilling more papers, if that was possible.
"Move, Rory!" She yelled in annoyance, running on.
"Hey! You can't just run into me and not apologize!" Rory dashed after her, quite pissed that somebody was not respecting his-oh-so-perfect-person.
Sara was kneeling on the ground, oblivious to the world around her. Her backpack was on the muddy ground beside her, soaking up the excess water. She knew that she would probably miss her bus, but she could always walk home.
All of her attention was focused on the memorial plaque set into the ground beneath a small maple tree.
Carl S. Grant, benefactor (1924-1984).
She wasn't interested in Mr. Grant; she was watching the plaque shifting colors. When she had first seen it, the fall of seventh grade, she had thought it a trick of the light. After it she began to see it at night, when there were no lights, she became suspicious and avoided it.
Today, the call had seemed particularly strong, and she had been sitting for the past ten minutes watching it.
"Sara! Sara!" she jerked out of her reverie and saw Jen, spilling papers as usual.
"What Jen?" She asked, mildly annoyed. "Oh crap!" She hissed, as Jen was knocked over by Rory, who for all his soccer skills, could not stop. "Oof!" she groaned, feeling squished.
Adam smiled and acted stupid. He wanted the people and teachers to think that he was stupid. He didn't want to have to work.
"Omigod! Adam, look at that!" Rebekah pulled on his sleeve, giggling like a lunatic. He looked where she pointed, and saw the star of the soccer team, a total nobody and an arm, all in a pile. Then the arm moved, and he saw it was connected to a person- and that person was the prettiest girl that he had ever seen.
"Who is that?" he asked Rebekah softly.
"I don't know," she whined, pouting. She flicked some of her stiff blonde hair over her shoulder; or, she tried to. It was so stiff that it stayed exactly where it had been for the past three years: up in a ponytail. "She's just some smart chick who doesn't talk.
Adam smiled, and patted Rebekah's arm. "Bekah, don't worry, she's just a girl and you're Rebekah Brandt! Everyone still loves you." Adam dropped her hand and turned away. "I'm going to go see what Rory's got himself into this time."
Rory groaned and rolled off of Jen, who then rolled off of Sara. "Why'd you stop?" he mumbled.
"Because I couldn't just run Sara over, could I?" Jen retorted angrily. "Look, you got my blacks all muddy!" She held out a piece of her shredded black tee, grumbling to herself the whole time.
"Are you talking to yourself?" Rory asked her.
"Yes. Shut up." She snapped.
"Jeez, that hurt." Sara sat up slowly, grimacing as she felt her wet brown hair cling to her back. "Ugh. Mud. Yuck." She rung out her hair, watching the brown water drip from it. "That was the most disgusting thing to happen to me this year. Nasty mud."
"It's only the start of the year, silly Sara." Jen said comfortingly. "You have 179 days left to have more bad tings happen to you!" She smiled cheerfully.
"What's he doing," Sara asked, pointing to Rory.
"I don't know, and I do not want to know." Jen raised her eyebrows skeptically.
Rory was sitting in the mud, gently brushing little specks of non-existent dirt off of his pristine white Abercrombie and Fitch shirt.
"Rory! What happened, dude?" Adam drawled, walking up to the group. His head was turned toward Rory, but his eyes were on Sara.
Next to her, Jen sucked in her breath extremely quickly. Sara knew why too, it was because of Adam. Adam Carrie was undoubtedly the hottest guy in Jen's opinion. He wore black make up, sharpie black, to be exact. Sara just didn't understand her friend's obsession.
"Do you need help getting up?" Adam extended a hand toward Sara.
"No, I'm fine," She responded coolly, adeptly hiding her dislike. Easily, she stood up, possessing the grace that years of gymnastics had given her.
"Oh." Adam looked taken aback, as if he had never been turned down before. To tell the truth, he hadn't.
"Adam," Rebekah stalked over, jealous every time the spotlight was not on her. "Why are you talking to her?" Her perfectly manicured hands landed on carefully shaped hips.
"Because I felt like it." Adam shrugged and helped Rory to stand up.
"Thanks man."
"No problem, dude."
"ADAM!" Rebekah screeched, attracting the gazes of the teachers who were left to supervise the last remaining students on campus.
"What?" He rolled his eyes in Rory's direction.
Sara snorted softly, and Jen (who was still on the ground) giggled openly.
"Jen, let's go." Sara turned and tripped over the mound of dirt surrounding the tree. "I so wish that that hadn't happened." She muttered fervently. Her foot landed on the plaque embedded in the dirt. She grabbed onto Jen's sleeve for balance, just as they were both sucked into the gaping hole that had opened in the earth. Sara screamed loud and clear, and right in Jen's ear.
Jen screamed because Sara was screaming.
Rory and Adam climbed to the edge of the hole to see where they went, muttering "Cool!" to one another.
Rebekah screamed, "ADAM!" Then a huge force, one that could rival gravity, pulled them all into the hole.
The security guard who was left to supervise could have sworn that the hole burped when it closed up. Then he convinced himself he was seeing things, and left for his own business/affair with the Vice Principal.
A/N: This is a slightly odd piece of work that has come out of the twisted depths of my mind. It is my first fic that I had the nerve to post.
In case you want to know, all the characters that are not TP's don't necessarily belong to me. Jen would have a fit if I said that I owned her. She would probably throw something very solid at my head. I own the character based on me (Sara), and I make fun of the rest.
There is a plaque in front of a tree at my school, but so far I haven't stepped on it. Yet. The dude's name is Carl Hoppe, but I thought that was a silly kind of name, plus I couldn't remember it at the time that I was writing so...he really did die in 1984...
Please review this! I'm begging you!
Spirielle