Ya! I'm posting the sequel! Yeah. This one's gonna be longer and a bit darker with an actual plot. Yeah. Stuff happens and stuff.
Oh, and I made everyone in the same grade. I know it doesn't fit the ages of the last story, but it was easier.
School......
Joanne Jefferson walked through the hall of her school. She shrugged, her heavy backpack bouncing with each step. She looked around.
A flood of light showed through, the wide doors of the school opening. Black and white, black and white, they all seemed colorless to Joanne. All the same, all boring, all wearing nice skirts or jeans.
Joanne sighed, she wished she knew some of these people.
Joanne was new at her school. She wished she new someone. And then a new flood of light. Joanne looked up in hope.
But all she saw was emotionless, colorless, boring people. Dissapointed, Joanne looked up only to see a rainbow.
Not a real rainbow. A person. Who, compared to all the others, was a rainbow to Joanne.
Maureen was there. And everyone was staring at her.
"Maureen?" called Joanne.
"Pookie!" Maureen ran to Joanne, arms out, ready to hug.
Joanne stopped.
"Honeybear? What the fuck did you do?"
"Well. I kind of cut my hair. Streaked it with green and dyed the ends blue and spiked it. Um, yeah. Um, I went shopping and got this freakin' awesome outfit," Maureen pointed to her chest. Joanne saw black jeans and chains with a black tank top.
"Oh, wow. Wow."
"Oh, Pookie! Collins and Roggy and Angel and Marky-poo and-"
"Marky-poo?"
Maureen ignored her, "-and Mimi and-and-and I think that's it!"
"They are all here?" Joanne felt warm and fuzzy. She was so relieved that her friends were here to guide her. And to help her not a make a fool of herself.
"Yep!" Maureen dragged Joanne to a room. Joanne looked at the room number. C105.
"SEE! See, see, see, see?" Maureen pointed at a small, hunched group at the back.
"I normally sit in the front."
"We don't, c'mon!"
Joanne slouched over, and let her bag fall to the floor.
"Hey guys," said Joanne.
"JOANNE!!!!!" shrieked 5 voices at once.
Someone whimpered.
"Angel, it's okay," cooed Mimi, facing the oppisite direction. Joanne couldn't see Angel.
Angel walked out in a t-shirt and ripped jeans, his hair cropped short without a wig.
Collins grimaced, "They made Angel wear 'acceptable male clothing."
There was a moment of silence until the group heard a bell rang. "Oh, shit!" whispered Roger.
"What?" asked Joanne.
Joanne looked around and realized what he meant. Last time she checked, there had been a rule against smoking and drinking in the classrooms. Joanne had gotten so used to her new friends, she'd forgetten about what they normally did.
Collins laughed and stepped on his recently lit cigarette.
Soon, a bunch of people swarmed in the room, taking seat.
An old, fat man walked in, cleaning his glasses.
"Boooring," whispered Mimi, hoarsely.
"I'm Mr. White. Today we are to review Algebra in case you forgot over the days of Summer Break-"
Maureen stood up, her chair making an awful noise as it scooted back.
"Um, does NEVER learning count as forgetting?"
Mr. White covered his face in his hands and breathed very deeply.
"As I was saying," he continued after Maureen sat down, "I believe most of you forgot the methods and skills of algebra........"
"Psst, Joanne," Collins tapped Joanne on the shoulder.
"What?"
"Here," Collins handed her a lit cigarette, "Inhale once and pass it on."
"Sorry Thomas, but I don't smoke."
Collins rolled his eyes, "What a waste. Pass it on already!"
Joanne fingered the cigarette underneath her desk. When Mr. White turned to write on the blackboard, she quickly put it to her mouth and inhaled it. It wasn't so bad. She took another.
"Hey, ONE!" smiled Collins.
In front of Joanne was a curly haired blonde. She turned around, her eyes widening, and then smiling, the girl stood up and said, "Mr. White! Joanne has a cigarette!"
"Joanne!," scolded Mr. White, "If Jennifer telling the truth?"
Joanne took a sharp intake of breath as Jennifer took a seat, obviously pleased with herself.
Okay, so this is my first chapter of this, so yeah....