I still don't own much. Here is Shawn in a bit of mood...
Chapter Three – Shawn
This is the most chaotic class ever, I thought, as a streamer flew over my head. Minnie, at least, could control us. This new guy is in way over his head. I jump as a balloon pops near my head. Why, oh, why did James and Sirius decide to throw a party celebrating Mr. Sutherland's first week with balloons and streamers and cake? I love my friends, but the last thing they need is sugar. More sugar, sorry.
"Guys, guys, calm down. The last thing we want is for everything to be used up before he gets here." They nod. "Tony, you finish with the balloons. Abby, get out the cupcakes. Sirius, you and James finish up the streamers. Where is the banner?"
"Remus has it. He'll be here in a minute," James answered as he began to chuck red streamers across the room. Sirius, having finished emptying the bag all over the floor, grabs a roll of gold shiny stuff.
"I've got it. I've got it. Do you have any idea how hard it is to convince Mrs. Reed that I've got unassigned? You'd think she'd trust me, being the fine upstanding student I am," Remus panted out of breath.
"Considering that she knows you have unassigned first period, I'm surprised that she let you in," James commented as he stole the glitter from Sirius. "That's enough. We want to be able to breathe air not shiny stuff."
"You can never have too much glitter," Sirius replied proudly as he dumped more glitter on the floor. The room looked good. The ground was cover with Sirius' beloved glitter, the desks with plates, on the side table a cake, the ceiling streamers and balloons. The crowning glory of the room was the multicolored sign Remus had printed out, "Congratulations on Surviving the First Week! Only 147 More Days to Go!" I wonder how he made the colors flash. Whatever.
"Mr. Sutherland is going to love this!" Abby cried.
"I agree," I seconded.
"Me, too," Sirius yelped as he chased after James.
"Me, thEEEE. GET OFF YOU BIG LUG!" James shouted as Sirius jumped on him, grabbing the glitter.
"I agree, also," Remus called over his shoulder as he went to break up the fight. I don't understand why James and Sirius are friends with Remus. He's much too serious, sirius, for them. It's probably because they're all British. Then, again, he cuts class to make a poster to celebrate our new teacher's first week of school. Remus doesn't even hang out with us most of the time, instead he hangs out with the more intelligently minded, not gifted, because I'm pretty sure Sirius' and James' GPA tops anyone's and Abby's is not far behind, but they don't care. Anyway, he ditches us to hang out with Lily, Iqra, and Gus and then has to join us for the first major caper of the year. I mean, come on and Sirius and James let him?
I'm just a little bitter. I worked hard to get accepted by them. They are the ring leaders of this little group, the pranksters, the popular ones, the Rugby stars, the best friends. Tony and Abby come next with their ability to pull off what ever ridiculous idea Sirius and James come up with. They are just as close of friends as the two boys are. I'm the newest addition and the odd one out. My skills lie in noticing things and movie knowledge, which makes me get along great with Tony but otherwise pretty useless.
My best friend in the world is barely talking to me since I joined them. He thinks I'm immature and irresponsible. I ruined my friendship for a bunch of guys who didn't make me their number one priority. Yeah, I know that they have their own problems, but still! I miss hanging out with Gus. But he's too busy hanging out with wonderful perfect Remus to care.
"Shawn, are you okay?" Remus asked, looking concerned. Great, he has to be a nice guy, too. Stupid friend stealer. I feel like fifth grader.
"Fine, just fine." The first bell rings. We go to our desks. The door opens slowly and Mr. Sutherland walks in.
"SURPEISE!" we all yelled. He jumps. The look on his face is priceless. He is shocked and angry and rapidly turning red.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked his eyes flashing wildly around before landing on Sirius.
"We just wanted to celebrate you being here for a whole week," Abby answers sweetly. He looks at her for a split second and then back at Sirius. Nobody ever blames Abby for anything. It doesn't matter she has a half dozen tattoos or wears a spiked dog collar every other day to school. She is Abby and according to teachers, possibly the sweetest person they have ever met.
Tony follows up with "Besides, half the class lost money on you surviving this long, so we thought we'd cheer them up." Probably not the right thing to say, going by the fact that his face got even redder.
"Which is a good thing, since gambling with our teacher's futures is a bad," Remus throwing his two sense in.
"Would you like some punch?" I ask trying to defuse the situation. I don't need another detention.
James shares my idea, or just want to see how far we can push Mr. Sutherland, "Or a cupcake? They're quite good. Sirius and I made them this morning." Which explains why they weren't here this morning.
Mr. Sutherland was still glaring at Sirius. "Do you think we used enough glitter?" Sirius asked innocently as possible, blinking his eyelashes. James snorts. I have to agree. Sirius and innocent are never used in the same sentence unless the world defacing it in between. Innocents defacing Sirius. I crack myself up.
"Detention all of you after school. You get to clean this place up," Mr. Sutherland screamed. The rest of our class, which was trying to get in the door behind him, freeze. They, we, had never seen him this angry.
"So, I guess you don't like parties," Sirius commented calmly. I wonder how many people yell at him daily. No one can be this calm without practice.
"Double detention for you. I'm sure this was all your idea!" Mr. Sutherland was beyond rage right now. He was livid.
"It was—," Remus began, but Sirius cut him off.
"Completely my idea. I guess we'll have to delay my detention that I got last week. We'll reschedule." He turns to the class. "Cupcakes are on the side table. Grab one and a glass of punch. Then take your seats. I'm sure Mr. Sutherland has a stimulating lesson planned for us." We did exactly that. Mr. Sutherland hid in the corner trying to breathe. Eventually, when we all finished munching on our surprisingly good cupcakes, Mr. Sutherland began class. He didn't mention the party or the streamers or even the glitter that was sticking to his shirt.
"Iqra, Lily could you two pass these out? I'm returning the family essays. These were pretty good. Most of you are up to what I consider senior writing level. Please see me if you have any questions about what you got or my comments. You all will have the rest of the period to work on your note cards, silently."
You could here a pin drop. The two girls walked silently handing back essay after essay. I received mine from Iqra. B-plus. Good job, Shawn! I flick through it reading his comments. Bla, bla, good characterization. Bla, bla, "I can't believe your dad locked you in a trunk for survival training." What fun! Now on to my cards…
Who should I do next? I finished Gus', Lily's, and Hamlet's. I could do Kate's or Regan's, or even Tony's. I sort of want to Remus' but I'm feeling a bit too vindictive for it to come out nice. Who should I do?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mother says to pick the very best one,
And that is Y-O-U!
Juliet it is then. I could write about her hair, or eyes, or something. Here goes nothing. I put my pen to my paper and begin to write.
Juliet is a very nice person kind-hearted person. She spends time each weekend working with the elderly at Sacred Heart Retirement Home. I sound like a stalker. She is a favorite among the retirees and is often praised for her ability to organize events. She also has a great singing voice and great stage presage.
The bell rang startling me from my thoughts. It took me a good half hour to write four sentences. I am impressed with my own lack of brilliance. I get up to leave before remembering that yet again I have detention thanks to Remus', and Sirius', wild plan. Let's go see what he wants. He hasn't cooled down visibly yet. This will be fun.