I don't own PJO or anything else. Sorry it's short. Vacation and I wanted a chapter up.
2. Britney Olivia James
Rachel sighed and walked down the street to her school. It was sixth grade year at her new school. Finally, not an academy or boarding school! Rachel thought, as she entered the archway of the school. She looked around and her a flute playing.
Rachel shook her head and walked to the sound of music. There she saw a girl playing. She was small, frail almost, with wispy red hair like her own, her brown eyes looked at the music. She was the girl playing the flute. Rachel stood there until she was down.
"W-W-What are you doing?" Britney looked at Rachel.
"I heard you play." Rachel walked over to the girl and she relaxed a little.
"Oh. Well, am I any good?" Britney raised her eyebrow at Rachel.
"Yeah. How long have you been playing?" Rachel at beside Britney.
"Three years. My mom's the band teacher here and my dad's the principle."
"Oh. Mrs.. and Mr.. James. They talked to my parents about the school here."
"Yeah. I'm their oldest daughter, Britney."
"Rachel Dare. Only child." Britney nodded as she picked up her plaid bookbag and walked into the building.
"Incase you don't know, homerooms are divided up by last names. So, we won't have that together and you're probably not in band." Britney smiled and stopped.
"This is your homeroom, see ya later!" Britney smiled and ran off, going up the stairs.
(The line is named Popy)
That's how days continued, walking to homeroom, then having second and sixth together. Except one day, Britney was hanging around another girl.
Rachel had never seen this girl, she was tall and skinny with black hair and blue eyes. She also carried a clarinet case. They were laughing and talking as three other girls came up to them. She recognized these girls. They were eight grades that had stopped Brintey before to talk with her.
"So are we doing it?" The black haired girl said.
"Of course we are. It was really good last night." One of the eight grades that Rachel guessed her name was Haley.
"It's amazing! The clarinet sounded good with the flute this morning." Britney started bouncing up and down.
(Line is named Owen)
A few weeks had passed and Rachel had not talked to Britney. From what she kept hearing is that all the girls were trying to get a scholarship to a music academy a few states away. Rachel wasn't upset about that. She was upset that Britney had not told her.
"Well class, looks like next year we are losing a few students, Britney James, Tabitha Sons, Haley Cross, Carmen Dowel, and Poppy Jones. They have been accepted into a music boarding school across the country. For their piece they had played Britney Spear's Toxic with Britney on flute, Tabitha on clarinet, Haley on guitar, Carmen on bass, and Poppy on drums. We wish them luck."
That was the last time she ever let anyone mention Britney.
(Line is named Irene)
"So, Michael you want me to take a picture of you and your fiance so I can paint?" The redheaded oracle looked at Michael Yew.
"Yes. That's why I invited you to dinner with us." Michael smiled.
"Fine." Rachel sighed and got in Michaels convertible as Michael drove to a little Italian diner. A petite girl got out of a bug and walked over to the car. Rachel recognized this girl. Her wispy hair that was a little straighter, her brown eyes, the form of her lips.
"That's her, Britney." Michael smiled.
"Oh my gods." Rachel said, still shocked.
"Hey Michael." Britney leaned in and kissed Micheal's cheek. "This must be your painter friend. I'm Britney Olivia James. Well, soon to be Yew."
"Um. Yeah." Rachel pulled a strand of hair back. "We were in the same school in sixth grade. Rachel Dare."
"Rachel, I'm sorry." Britney whispered. Sometimes, things happen for a reason. Sometime, they don't. It's just the order of things. Without Rachel and Britney breaking off in sixth grade, Rachel wouldn't have a best friend or be a godmother.
