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Chapter 2
They decided on Joanne going to Rebecca's house to watch a movie, since HER parents were already up. She grabbed Dogma (staring Ben Afflect and Matt Damon, who are both incredibly HOT, which I REALLY REALLY wish I owned, which Amanda won't let me BORROW! *stares pointedly*) and rushed over to Rebecca's neighboring flat.
All too soon it was time to go to piano. Joanne whined and complained, but still found herself shoved out the door, bag in hand. Like Rebecca, Mrs. Pritchard also lived nearby.
Mrs. Pritchard was a mean old woman, who liked nothing better to do than to boss people around, and make their life a living Hell.
She swaggered there, taking her time, in no apparent rush, whatever you want to call it, but she went slowly.
Mrs. Pritchard opened the door with a curt, "You're late!" and hurried Joanne inside. She played scales until Mrs. Pritchard was satisfied, which was about after she played them 20 times until her finger ached.
Mrs. Pritchard suddenly flipped to the back of her book, to an extremely hard song, which she knew Joanne couldn't play yet.
"You will not leave until you finish it," said Mrs. Pritchard with a satisfied smirk. She tried and tried so many times, and it was way past time to leave. Her Mum would worry soon. At least she had Mrs. Pritchard to blame it on though.
"You must play it like this!" screeched Mrs. Pritchard, and did a demonstration. "Put more effort into it!" She droned on and on, criticizing her skill. All the while, Joanne felt her anger building up inside her, higher and higher, until—
Suddenly the sheet of music burst into flame. Just like that. Joanne puzzled over it for a few moments, until Mrs. Pritchard's shrieks brought her back to consciousness.
"Well don't just sit there you stupid girl! Put it out!" Mrs. Pritchard was franticly trying to put the growing fire out with water. 'Good God, how will that help?' Joanne mentally sighed. She grabbed the paper, then threw it on the cold stone floor, and stomped it out with her Doc Marten boots. (Yes, I like those)
Mrs. Pritchard looked in shock. After a minute or two, she snapped out of it, then barked at Joanne, claiming the lesson was over, without even a simple thanks. Joanne shrugged. 'Well, I'm not complaining…' Meanwhile…
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As soon as Joanne left, Rebecca collapsed on her bed. 'Nothing to do…sooooo…boring…' Her brother walked down the hall. Rebecca glanced up and saw he still had green hair, and smirked. "Still go that hair I see." It wasn't a question. He scowled at her. "Yeah, thanks to you!" He stalked off.
In truth, she didn't dye his hair green, as he said she had. She, of course, had already told him that, but being as stubborn as he was, didn't even listen to her.
About a week ago, she and her brother had gotten into a little fight over the shower, He was taking so long that if he didn't finish soon, she would be late for school. She finally just left without showering, but not before yelling through the closed door, "You'll be sorry!" And added as an afterthought, "And I hope your hair turns green!" And it had, the following morning.
Her parents didn't do much, because they figured it would just wash out, but it didn't. He was going to dye it back to normal that afternoon. "Can't go to school with green hair, now can I?" He had growled at her yesterday.
Chapter 2
They decided on Joanne going to Rebecca's house to watch a movie, since HER parents were already up. She grabbed Dogma (staring Ben Afflect and Matt Damon, who are both incredibly HOT, which I REALLY REALLY wish I owned, which Amanda won't let me BORROW! *stares pointedly*) and rushed over to Rebecca's neighboring flat.
All too soon it was time to go to piano. Joanne whined and complained, but still found herself shoved out the door, bag in hand. Like Rebecca, Mrs. Pritchard also lived nearby.
Mrs. Pritchard was a mean old woman, who liked nothing better to do than to boss people around, and make their life a living Hell.
She swaggered there, taking her time, in no apparent rush, whatever you want to call it, but she went slowly.
Mrs. Pritchard opened the door with a curt, "You're late!" and hurried Joanne inside. She played scales until Mrs. Pritchard was satisfied, which was about after she played them 20 times until her finger ached.
Mrs. Pritchard suddenly flipped to the back of her book, to an extremely hard song, which she knew Joanne couldn't play yet.
"You will not leave until you finish it," said Mrs. Pritchard with a satisfied smirk. She tried and tried so many times, and it was way past time to leave. Her Mum would worry soon. At least she had Mrs. Pritchard to blame it on though.
"You must play it like this!" screeched Mrs. Pritchard, and did a demonstration. "Put more effort into it!" She droned on and on, criticizing her skill. All the while, Joanne felt her anger building up inside her, higher and higher, until—
Suddenly the sheet of music burst into flame. Just like that. Joanne puzzled over it for a few moments, until Mrs. Pritchard's shrieks brought her back to consciousness.
"Well don't just sit there you stupid girl! Put it out!" Mrs. Pritchard was franticly trying to put the growing fire out with water. 'Good God, how will that help?' Joanne mentally sighed. She grabbed the paper, then threw it on the cold stone floor, and stomped it out with her Doc Marten boots. (Yes, I like those)
Mrs. Pritchard looked in shock. After a minute or two, she snapped out of it, then barked at Joanne, claiming the lesson was over, without even a simple thanks. Joanne shrugged. 'Well, I'm not complaining…' Meanwhile…
*
As soon as Joanne left, Rebecca collapsed on her bed. 'Nothing to do…sooooo…boring…' Her brother walked down the hall. Rebecca glanced up and saw he still had green hair, and smirked. "Still go that hair I see." It wasn't a question. He scowled at her. "Yeah, thanks to you!" He stalked off.
In truth, she didn't dye his hair green, as he said she had. She, of course, had already told him that, but being as stubborn as he was, didn't even listen to her.
About a week ago, she and her brother had gotten into a little fight over the shower, He was taking so long that if he didn't finish soon, she would be late for school. She finally just left without showering, but not before yelling through the closed door, "You'll be sorry!" And added as an afterthought, "And I hope your hair turns green!" And it had, the following morning.
Her parents didn't do much, because they figured it would just wash out, but it didn't. He was going to dye it back to normal that afternoon. "Can't go to school with green hair, now can I?" He had growled at her yesterday.