Unexpected Expectations.
By: nickforme9 ..
One: Amy Brown and the Grand Scheme of Things
'The girl's barely taller taller than Neutron,' Cindy mused.
Indeed, a short young lady with stick-straight, medium brown hair was standing before an entire class of eigth-graders. She was clearly more amused with the situation than they were. Or even her identical twin (who was looming cautiously in the background) for that matter.
"My name's Amy" she smirked. "Brown and this is my sister Kim." although her voice was pleasantly cold, she smiled sweetly.
A smile that Cindy knew was SO not sincere.
"We just moved here from Chicago, Illinois." Amy flipped her hair with a final flourish and glanced at them all in a dramatically calculating fashion. "And I, for one, and VERY anxious to meet each and every one of you."
A hair or two stood up on the back of Cindy's neck.
They were gathered at the lunch table: Cindy Vortex, Libby Folfax, and Brittany...well, know one needed to know her last name. You just knew who Brittany was. These girls were the queen bees or Retroville Middle School. Of course, Betty Quinlan had had her own league once upon a time, but she was now a freshman, and off the premesis.
These girls were generally respected (or else), loved by all (or else), and made the final decisions on everyone's social status (or else). The "or else" bit was generally enforced by Cindy.
And on that afternoon they gathered at the lunch table, all right. A meeting was to be held, pronto. The subject? None other than Amy Brown.
"If you ask me, that chick is way freaky." supplied Libby.
"She seems a little, like, geeky to me..." Brittany whispered, her gaze bouncing franctically from Cindy to Amy herself, who was (big surprise) talking to none other than Jimmy Neutron several tables away.
"Yeah, I heard her talking to Sheen in class today." said Libby.
"And like, what's so wierd about that?" asked Brittany with one eyebrow raised.
"Girl, she actually understood what he was talking about."
"Oh my God."
"Mmhm, and Carl? She was helping him get his foot out of his locker when it got stuck...again." Libby concluded.
"She's obviously insane, if she thinks she can hang out with those freaks and get away with it." Brittany agreed.
"No." Cindy contradicted sharply, causing the other two to give a start. Cindy wanted to emphasize her belief (however irrational) that Amy wasn't one to fool with nerds. The eery tingling feeling Amy had caused her to experience that morning still felt very real. "I think she's a bit out of it," She nodded to Libby. "but she isn't stupid or dorky. Just..." She couldn't summon the correct word, which was amazing, if you considered the size of her vocabulary. "I dunno'." she grunted, disappointed at her lack of criticizing ability this time around.
"S'okay, Cin." Brittany assured her, letting her blue eyes rest finally on Cindy's frown and placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. "We'll figure her out."
"Whatever you say, girl." and Libby pulled on her head phones and turned on her mp3 player in one swift movement. Meeting adjurned.
Amy Brown was disappointed. Retroville was a very pretty, quaint little town. It had a pretty little park, with a pretty blue sky that complimented it nicely, and all the pretty people were pretty nice...
Not one person she had yet encountered was rude or abnoxious
The cafeteria food was actually EDIBLE
Five people had given her their phone number
Apparently they wanted to be friends
Like she wasn't going to do a background check on all of them when she got home...
The teachers were considerate
The house her family was currently residing in was nice and pretty and clean
Amy Brown was going to be sick if she saw another happy little squirell. She would run over it with her dad's happy little truck. And she totally meant it, too.
The thing was, Amy was suited personality-wise for the big city. Where she came from. Where she didn't want to leave in the first place. Where her dad was, but her mother wasn't.
But instead, the Mommy-Dearest in question decided to drag her (and Kim, who was totally into it, because she just loved to suck up to Mom like that) down to the hot, friendly city of Retroville (if you could even call it a city). She was comfortable, sure, but that was the problem. She needed a problem.
Upon introducing herself to the class that day, Amy came up with what she considered to be a decent problem for any thirteen-year-old. She would become a geek. She would hang out with the most pathetic students their middle school had to offer, just so she could simply undo the harmful reputation and restore herself to normal all over again. Sitting in that very class were the perfect canidates: a crazy half-mexican guy, a science nerd with the largest head she had ever seen, and their chubby friend who had asthma, allergies to just about everything, and was totally accident-prone.
'Excellent.' thought Amy Brown.