AN- Violent minions, all Kimberly did was say hi… haven't decided her intentions yet, hmm… Thanks for the love! Oh, don't own Lord of the Flies either.
Disclaimer- See chapter 2
Tracy stood at her locker, throwing various books in and taking out the book for the very last class of the day. Her knight in shining hair gel had run off to the bathroom, and Penny and Seaweed were nowhere to be found (surprise, surprise). What she didn't count on was being surrounded by them.
Amber's cronies and their new queen bee Kimberly.
"Hello." Tracy said.
They all looked her over. It was really creepy how they all dressed, looked, and acted a like. She wondered if she had any pointy objects in case she had to escape somehow.
"Hello again." Kimberly said. The other girls nodded their heads in agreement, and stared at Tracy with the blankest expressions on their faces.
"Getting to all your classes?" Tracy asked.
"Oh yes." Kimberly answered, flipping her hair over her shoulder again.
"That's good. Did you like today's lunch?" Tracy prayed Link would get his butt back soon, she could take on maybe Kimberly but seven mini Kimberly's? No way.
"It wasn't too bad." Kimberly replied, glancing at her clones then back at Tracy. "So we were wondering if you would like to join us for a shopping trip sometime soon. Just all us girls."
Tracy was blindsided. These girls had to have an ulterior motive; they used to treat her like she was a piece of dirt.
"Ill think about it." She answered.
"Whats going on here?" Link interrupted, plowing his way through the clones and next to Tracy.
"Nothing." Kimberly said, and with the flip of her hair the rest of the group diminished, leaving Tracy and Link to themselves.
"You okay Trace?" He asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah… I just got invited on a shopping trip with them."
Link looked shocked. "But weren't they your main torturers just this past year?"
"Yeah. Creepy." Tracy replied, grabbing his hand and heading off to class.
"A shopping trip Penny. I'm afraid they're going to take me somewhere and pull a Lord of the Flies stunt on me."
"Lord of the Flies?"
"Yeah, you know that book that Link had to read for a class? Well we read it together, and its these little British boys who get trapped on a island and go nuts; they end up killing two of their fellow classmates. One of them they pretend to hunt and trample/mutilate him to death."
"Wow." Penny said, popping her lollipop in and out of her mouth.
Penny technically was supposed to still be in her house, but after her mother had gone out to church had snuck out and walked over to the Trunblad's (her mother specifically told her she wouldn't allow her to ever see that family of devil worshippers as long as she lived)
Not like Penny ever listened to her.
"Maybe it wont be that bad."
"They said a girl's day out. Maybe I could ask if you could come, two against eight are better odds." Tracy replied.
Penny looked at her. "You would owe me for the rest of your life if that were to happen."
Tracy laughed. "You're on Penny. I notice you have a new ring on."
Penny brightened up. "Yeah, Seaweed gave me his ring yesterday. It was so sweet." Penny's eyes went glazed and her lollipop nearly dropped out of her mouth before Tracy pinched her.
"Ow!" She rubbed her arm. "Has Link given his to you yet?"
"No, he said he gave it to Amber but never said if she gave it back to him."
"Maybe she gave it back and he's waiting for a special occasion." Penny held out her hand and twisted it back and forth, examining the ring from all angles.
"It's not like it really matters. I know I'm his girl, I don't need a ring to prove it."
"Liar liar pants on fire." Penny sung, grinning at Tracy.
Tracy whacked her with a couch cushion.
Link sat on the porch swing, barely keeping it going with his feet. He stared at the ring in his hands, a dark blue stone set in silver with his high school name on it.
Not that he was thinking of anything deep, it just looked cool shining in the moonlight. And the house was always too big and lonely when he was the only one home.
His dad was off on another business trip, either in Chicago or Kansas City. Maybe he'd get a souvenir back, maybe not, depended on if his dad remembered he had a teenage son at home.
He'd been spending most of his free time over at the Turnblad house anyway. If he wasn't hanging out with Tracy in the living room (because Edna would not let the two out of her sight, smart woman that she is) then he was at the joke shop laughing at Wilber's antics or helping out at the cash register. They were his family now.
And he was glad he finally belonged somewhere. He walked into the house and picked up the phone for their usual goodnight call.
