The Sinners are Much More Fun
Jimmy Lockwood's sister shows Scripps that a walk on the wild side isn't such a bad thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The History Boys", the characters, the schools, any of that. I do, however, own Charlotte and let it be known.. Andy Knott is hiding in my closet.
Charlotte Lockwood wrinkled her nose and bravely pushed and prodded her way through the gathering crowd. A-level results were finally posted. "Why" she wondered "does this have to be the -only- place the school hangs it up? Why can't they post results in other areas to smooth things out? You know, population control."
To any sane person this was a brilliant idea, and she was sure that out of the hundred plus kids crowding around like sheep around their herder, more then half would agree. She sucked in her breath as she was hit in the stomach with the end of a skateboard. This just proved her point.
"Baaa, baaa" she muttered under her breath, imitating a sheep in the middle of it's flock. In truth, she wasn't dying to see her results; she was sure they would not be very acceptable. While the other students and prepped, pondered, and in some cases, panicked, Charlotte was more into chasing boys. Not just any boys though, University boys. Her brother Jimmy's friends to be more precise.
They were older, cooler, and well, let's face it…boys. What girl with a pulse wouldn't have been flattered and catered to their every whim. The day old lady Schneider had prepped her maths class, Charlotte had been riding around with Stu Dakin on his newly purchased motorcycle waving her arms in the air declaring herself the luckiest girl on the face of the earth. There was no way maths could be more importnat then a boy showing any sort of interest in her. The only class she ever showed any interest in at all was History. Like her brother and mother, she found it fascinating. One big story that had romance, action, royalty, and knights in shining armor.
Which brings us back to the present, three days before Christmas holiday 1985. Craning her neck upwards she was able to make out three A's and a B. Of course, her beloved history had been kind to her, awarding the young girl a bright, shiny "A."
"What? That can't be right" she said aloud, disbelief settling over her fair face. "That really can't be right. I thought my grades would be in the toilet."
"Well, well Miss Lockwood," a voice came from down the corridor. "How did we do?" It was the Headmistress, Mrs. Simpkins. The two had a love-hate relationship with one another. Most times, it was hate. Over the past few years Charlotte had learned her office quite well. Mostly for giving lip.
"Ahh" she breathed glancing at the results list and taking Charlotte's arm in an effort to guide her away from the still flocking student body. "Well I don't know how you did it, I happen to know your attendance has been horrible this very important year, but I must give you credit. Apparently something has stuck in your head or else you would not be up for Oxbridge."
"Ox-who-a?" Charlotte thought, She had no plans to further her education. Her family didn't have money for that. Her brother got to go since he was older and a male and would more then likely need the education rather then a girl. If she married rich, there would be no problem. No, she had a dream of being a racecar driver/secret agent. Or if that didn't work out, a musician.
"This is a very prestigious opportunity" Simpkins continued snapping the younger girl back to the here and now. "I expect to see you in three weeks ready to work like never before. If you are accepted, you will be a representative of this fine institution and a role model for our future girls. No go on, and have a safe holiday." Turning on her heels, she was gone.
"Yes that's what I want to be, a role model for being a dork" Charlotte whispered, taking her brown hair out of it's elastic bands and shaking her head. "Oxbridge," she continued walking out the door and putting her favorite Motley Crue cassette tape in her walkman. "Charlotte Lockwood, Oxbridge graduate."
Somewhere deep in her rebel heart and soul, even she had to admit there was a certain allure.
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I know it's short but I just wanted to see how it went over before I added any more. I know it's slow right now, but I have to "set the scene" so to speak. It will pick up, things will get better, and more action will take place. Review if you like it, review if you hate it, review in any event! Tell me what you want to see happen and I'll see if it can be fit in.
