Ok, so every year at my school theres this fundraiser where a club called the KEY club (doesn't actually have anything to do with keys, like lock and key) sells roses for two dollars per rose. Later, they use the money to do whatever it is they do. I don't really know, or care, I have nothing to do with that club, and I don't play attention if some one tells me. =]

So that's how I kind of came up with this idea.

...Not JP, thank god. (no offense, JP, but I have no desire to be an old man)...

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After saving the world (and all that jazz), the flock and I decided to move in with mom and Ella...Wich, unfortunatly, also ment enrolling in school. It was an all grades school (K-12), so we would all be together. Ella was already attending this school and is currently in seventh grade. Angel would be in first grade, Gazzy in third, Nudge in sixth, and Iggy, Fang and I would all be in Ninth.

In November, we learned that the school held a fundraiser twice a year, where some club sold roses to earn money to go on some field trip. Apparently, the customers were mostly guys either kissing up to their girlfriends, or guys trying to get a girlfriend. They also sold the roses near valentines day. So, basicly, a guy that liked a girl would buy a rose, write a note with the rose, and the rose would be waiting on the girls desk the next morning in her homeroom class. The roses would be on sale for a week, and at the end of that week, there would be a dance.

When we first started at this school, I made it clear that even though the dress code required that I had to wear the standard blouse, plad skirt, and knee-high socks along with all of the other girls, I was not a girly-girl to drool over. I was a tom-boy to the core and if you got drool on my shoes, You would have that shoe in your ass. So the guys at St. Mary's learned quickly that I was not a force to be reconed with, much to Fang and Iggy's amusement.

That would also be why, when the annual rose sale came around in November of my freshman year, I was not expecting to be getting any roses. Wich is why I was shocked to find five roses on my desk monday morning, all addressed to me and accompanied by a note. As I walked down the isle to my seat by Fang and Iggy (Fang was in the middle), I couln't ignore the glares I got from the other girls in my class. Can you say jello?

I sat down in my seat and noticed that Fang and Iggy also had a few roses. Iggy had two, and Fang had one. Wonder who they're from.

The first of my roses that I read was from Ella, labeling me 'The best sister ever!' and 'Could we please go shopping this weekend?'

The second was from Gazzy and Iggy, pleading with me to let them try out their new bomb in the backyard. I leaned over Fang and tapped Iggy on the shoulder. When he turned to face me, I said, "No."

He pouted.

"The answers still no, Ig."

"Damn," he mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Uh huh.

I had been leaning across Fang's desk during the entire exchange, and now retreated back to my own seat. Fang was giving me a look like What the hell was that about? I just handed him the note. He stared at it a moment, reading it, then chucked and punched Iggy on the arm. "Nice try, man."

"Yeah," Iggy sighed. "It just wasn't good enough."

Fang chuckled again and I rolled my eyes, turning my attention to my other notes.

The third one was from Nudge. It was long and in really tiny print so it would fit on the 1" by 3" card provided to writed the notes. I just skimmed it. It was basicly just begging me to go shopping. The fourth rose was from Angel, her note was also asking me to go shopping this weekend. I sighed. The girls had obviously planned this.

Fang looked at me, quirking an eyebrow, silently asking me what was wrong.

"The girls want to go shopping this weekend," I told him.

He cringed in sympathy. "All three?" he asked.

"Yup."

He patted my shoulder sympathetically.

I stuck my tounge out at him and read my fifth and final note.

Hey Hottie,

Wanna go to the dance with me?

If you dont, we could just hang out and have fun if you want. ;)

Call me.

-Chris Anderson

My disgust must have been evident on my face because, Fang took the note out of my hands. His jaw hardened as he read.

"Please tell me you're not considering this guy."

I snorted. "Are you kidding me? He's such an egotistical, stupid sexist pig!" (Chris Anderson was quarterback for the schools sophmore football team.)

Fang relaxed a bit and handed me back my note just as the bell rang. I stuffed the notes and the roses carefully into a side compartment on my backpack and walked with Fang and Iggy to our first period of the day.

I had a feeling it was going to be a long week.

Again: Just popped into my head. Most of my writing will.

So, I'm going to try to have about 8 chapters for this. One for each day of the rose sale, and then one for the dance.

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