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In this chapter, Tricia appears. In one of the later movies, Cera's dad finds an old herd mate that he got separated from a long time ago. They fall in love, and walla, Tricia appears.
This chapter seemed short to me. But actually, what with the lengthy intro in the last chapter, it's probably around the same length. I'll try and make three longer.o-o;
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Great Valley High
.chapter .two
by Duchess Eileen
"You should not eat talking trees. Nope, nope, nope!"
- Ducky
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There was a tense silence.
"So..." Dolly attempted, glancing awkwardly at the surrounding teens. She'd barely managed to convince the group to move to a corner so they could sit together, admit complaints, all from the redhead. But the move proved to no avail, as it didn't ease the situation at all.
In fact, it just seemed to make it worse.
"Maybe," Dolly said slowly, gazing around the circle, trying to build apprehension as she pitched her idea, "a James Bond film!" Crickets were louder then the group. Dolly let out a heavy sigh.
"Look, Sarah, if you've got a problem with me, then just say it." Connor snapped sharply.
Without a pause, Sarah responded cockily, "You're a conceited ass." Mentally and physically, Dolly slapped herself. Oh for crying out loud!
Beside her, Peter shot her a sympathetic look. Dolly frowned, and nudged her friend with her elbow.
"Ayudasme." She hissed. Help me. Spanish, which they both were taking.
"Er..." Peter replied, before glancing up at the upper class men. All three were looking at him now, waiting for whatever brilliant solution he could come up with. "Let's... try and be friends?"
Sarah started laughing immediately. Connor glared at her, while Ducky glanced between the two, crestfallen. Spike stared off into space, eyes glazed.
Peter gulped. Glancing sideways at the boy, Dolly couldn't blame him; these juniors were frightening.
Then, surprisingly, he spoke up again.
"Listen, all we got to do is make a stupid film, and then... then you two can go back to hating each other." Declared Peter with an air of authority, trying to sit up straighter as he spoke. Dolly blinked; usually Peter wasn't that bold. In fact, he frightened easily. Spiders, calculus, flying: the boy wouldn't get on an airplane to save his life. And even though is voice had wavered, and border lined on squeaky when he spoke, it was one of the most presumptuous things she'd ever seen him do.
"Fine." Sarah said shockingly, throwing her head back and glaring at the ceiling. Dolly rubbed a finger in one of her ears, wondering if she'd heard right.
She had.
"What's the movie going to be about?" Sarah asked, seemingly speaking to the ceiling. Dolly opened her mouth, about to suggest an idea, but Sarah spoke up again. "No Bond."
"Aww." Ducky mumbled, shoulders slagging.
"Detective?" Connor suggested.
"Stupid."
"Sci-fi?" Said Peter.
"Gay."
"Child's film?" Sarah tore her eyes off the ceiling, and gazed at Dolly like the girl had grown a second head.
"Hell no."
"Then what do you suppose?" Eyes narrowed, Connor scowled at the girl. Sarah only smirked at this.
"A chase film."
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"So we're all ex-convicts running from the law." Connor finished.
"No offense, Connor," Alli said, frowning, "but that is a horrible idea." Sighing, the boy ran a hand through his already mussy hair.
"It was Sarah's idea. And it was the best we could come up with." Alli snorted at his explanation, before sliding closer to him on the bed.
"That girl is an idiot." With a laugh she pushed her lips to his. "I really am sorry." Alli purred softly. Connor chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend.
"I forgive you."
The two made out for a few minutes, before a knocking on the door pulled them out of their reverie.
"Littlefoot, dinner is ready." Both teens hopped to their feet as a old lady pushed open the door, raising an eyebrow at her grandson. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" The woman laughed lightly, smiling sweetly at the two. Connor laughed in response, rubbing the back of his head.
"We'll be down in a minute, grandma."
"Don't take too long." The old woman replied, a twinkle in her eye as she turned and headed out the door, closing it gently behind herself. Glancing at his girlfriend, Connor stopped.
"What's up?" The girl was frowning at the door, hands on her hips.
"Don't you think it's childish?"
"What's childish?"
"Them calling you Littlefoot." Connor hestitated. His grandparents had always called him Littlefoot, ever since he was born. Apparently, it was a nickname given to him to his mother before she died.
"I don't think so." Grabbing Alli's hand, he dragged her out the door before she could say any more.
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"What's a con-rict?" Tricia asked. Sarah let out a growl, before peeling her forehead of the desk, to which she'd been whacking her head against.
"God, you're incredible." She snapped, before adopting a mocking tone. "Whazza conrict?" After a small pause, Sarah sighed. "It's someone who does something really bad and gets caught." Tricia's mouth formed an 'o'.
"Are you a con-rict, Sarah?" The little girl asked, in her childish drawl.
"Convict, and no." The older girl responded grumpily, before leaning back in her desk chair, eyes narrowed in thought. The little girl, only five, bored quickly with her sisters silence. Hopping her step-sisters bed, she strutted quickly over to the desk and attempted to see Sarah's laptop screen.
"Eng-go-lish pari-ud four..." Tricia sounded out slowly, squinting as she tried to see the words.
"I mean, seriously, who does he think is?" Sarah suddenly burst out, throwing her arms up. "The moment detention ended, he went flying out the door, like a bat outta hell."
"Maybe he hadded something to do, Sarah?" Tricia proposed, watching her step sister curiously. Sarah snorted at this idea.
"No, I know where he was going." She snarled, leaning forward and glaring at her laptop.
"Where?" Tricia asked, after a moment.
"To little miss prefect's house, that's where!" Leaping to her feet, Sarah began to pace. "She makes me so angry!" letting out a crude laugh, she stopped and leaned against the back of her chair. "Oh you poor thing, Connor!" She began in a high pitched tone, clasping her hands together in front of her. "Stuck with such a mean, horrible girl! Let little ole Alli kiss away your tears, my snuggly poo!"
With that, the girl slammed her laptop close, gathering it quickly under one arm, and stormed off.
A few moments passed, before Tricia let out a small whine. "Mommy, I'm hungry!" She wailed, before turning and waddling off towards the kitchen.
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It was the saturday after her detention. Dolly skipped through her neighborhood, humming a child's tune to herself. "Step on a crack, and you'll fall and break your back!" She hummed underneath her breath, as she hopped childishly around the side walk, avoiding any and all cracks. The great outdoors were her playground; from swimming to climbing, Dolly could never get enough.
"Well, hello there mister tree!" Twirling to a stop, Dolly gazed joyously up at a beautiful apple tree; with several apples glowing a ripe red color. "I think I shall have one your apples, I shall!" Using the nearby fence as leverage, the girl climbed up slightly, reaching for one of the low hanging apples.
"Hey, Dolly!" A yelped escaped her, and she fell swiftly to the ground. Shaking her head, she looked up at the tree in wonder.
"You are a special tree!" She said, eyes wide. "But don't worry, mister tree! I won't eat your fruit, no no, not if you speak!" Why, Dolly was sure that'd be cruelty towards the tree.
"Dolly. It's me."
"Yes, I get that's you, tree."
"... Dolly."
"Tree."
"... Dolly!" Clearing his throat, Peter cocked an eye brow at the girl as she turned and looked up.
"Oh Peter!" She said, laughing. "That was you?" Sometimes, Peter feared for his friend's mental health.
"Yea. What are you doing out?"
"I was just at Sarah's house!" The girl announced proudly, hopping to her feet.
There was a pause. "And?" Peter prompted.
"Er, she told me the go the hell away." Dolly finished, rubbing the back of her head and laughing. "You know, normal Sarah and all."
"Yea. Normal." Sighing, Peter adjusted his foot hold on the fence, before resting his chin against the top of the fence. "So, is she plain out refusing to help make the film?"
"No, actually!" With a grin, Dolly climbed onto the fence once again, so she was eye level with Peter. "She said her house, tomorrow. Oh, and tell Spike and Connor, too, she said that."
The two teens stared at each other in silence.
"I don't have Connor's number. Do you?" Peter asked finally.
"Er, no. And I don't have Spike's either."
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And so, the next day, after many frantic phone called and one too many google searches, the pair managed to contact the remaining members of their group.("High five!" Dolly had happily exclaimed.)
Sarah was actually somewhat astonished that the two freshmen actually managed to reach Connor and Spike. She was positive, when she told Dolly to tell them, that the girl wouldn't be able to.
It was with awkwardness that she opened the door to let in her least favorite groupie. Who of course, arrived early.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Sarah finally managed to spit out at Connor, who ignored her, making his way over to a fluffy recliner and plopping down.
"Have any of the others arrived yet?"
"Look around you, stupid." Snapped Sarah swiftly, as she leaned against the front door.
Rolling his eyes, Connor mumbled, "I was just asking."
"Yea, well, stop."
"I will."
"Good."
"Fine."
"Do that."
"Absolutely."
Glancing at the door, Sarah chewed her lip. Where were the freshmen, where was the creepy foreign student?
"Sarah." Great, now he wanted to talk.
"Though you were going to shut up." Connor continued, undeterred by her comment.
"Why do you hate me?" Knowing how cheesy it would sound, the boy followed up this question with another, "Why can't we get along?"
Puffing out her cheeks, Sarah, growled out her response. "Listen, retard, girls like me," she grandly pointed at herself, "don't hang out with nerdy saps like you. Got it?"
"Whatever, Sarah." The boy spat back, crossing his arms.
The doorbell sounded out just as the redhead was about to respond hotly, bringing both teens out of their reverie.
A few moments later, Dolly bounded through the door, Peter on her heels.
Oblivious to the atmosphere, Dolly began to pitch ideas towards Sarah, who immediately shot them each and everyone of them down.
This is gonna be a long day. Connor thought, glancing out of the side of his eye at the two girls.
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Yay for chapter two! My only chapter two in my whole collection of stories. :o I am utterly shocked that I actually wrote this without any major writer's block. I'll spit out the next part as soon as possible, but I think I'll try and make it longer.
Thanks to all the people who reviewed the first chapter! Now, everyone else, review this chapter. ;)