Hey hey, sry it's been sooo freakin long since I've updated. Winterguard's been keeping me really busy. But my mom made me quit on Thursday, so I don't have it anymore and I'll have a lot more time to post and write and stuff. So I guess it was kinda a good thing………Okay, well at least me and my sis got to have a movie night last night. We stayed up till sometime in the morning, pigging out on ice cream and popcorn. We watched The Goonies, Freddy vs. Jason, Gremlins, and The Ring. LOL it was sooo much fun!! KK, well I'll stop rambling and just write the story, savvy??
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Claire arrived to pick Zan up at the school about fifteen minutes later. Zan had had to walk back from the studio, so she had just gotten there. She climbed into the backseat and fastened her seatbelt.
"Hi Claire!" Zan greeted her cheerfully, smiling broadly. "What's for dinner? I'm starving?"
Claire just stopped and stared at her step-daughter for a long moment. Then she gave herself a little shake and put the car into drive. "I was thinking about pork chops and baked potatoes. Do you like pork chops?"
"Of course I do!" Zan exclaimed, leaning back in her seat and looking out the window, still smiling. Claire watched her closely. Something was definitely wrong.
"So, did you have a good day at school?" Claire asked, trying not to sound too terribly obvious about her prying.
"Oh my god, yes!" Zan nodded fervently, leaning forward in her seat. "It was the best! This girl I know, well she's sort of my friend, and she's in a band, and the band needed a new lead singer and a new guitarist, and this girl I know that's sort of my friend wanted me to try out for it, so I did and the whole band loved me and they invited me to be in their band and I said yes and it's going to be so much fun!" She finished completely out of breath.
Claire didn't say anything for a moment. Zan had been talking so fast that she hadn't understood hardly any of it! "So," She said finally, "You made some new friends?"
"Yeah." Zan nodded, still grinning. "There's Tomika, and Alicia and Marta, and Summer and Katie. Then there's Zach, and Lawrence, and Freddy, but I don't know them as well."
"Well I'm very glad that you've already made some friends." Claire said, and she really meant it too.
"Me too." Zan agreed, tucking back her hair.
"You haven't met our neighbors, have you?" Claire asked suddenly, changing the subject. Zan shook her head.
"No, I don't think I have. I could have seen them and not known that they were our neighbors though." She didn't know quite what had come over her, but she couldn't stop talking. She hadn't talked this much, or this fast, since she was about eight or nine.
"Well I've invited them over for dinner tonight." Claire said. "They have a son your age. Mr. and Mrs. Jones (AN. Dun-dun-dun!!!) are very nice people. I'm sure you'll love them."
"I can't wait to meet them!" Zan cheered. Claire just stared at her again.
Zan bounded out of the car the moment they pulled into the driveway and flew into the house. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom three at a time and flung her backpack in the far corner of her room. She changed out of her school clothes and into a pair of baggy, holey blue jeans and a tight gray t-shirt in under thirty seconds. Then she bounded back down the stairs and into the kitchen. There she made herself a cup of herbal tea and she definitely calmed down a bit after that.
She went back upstairs to her bedroom and retrieved her discarded book bag. She sat down cross-legged on her bed and unzipped her backpack to do her homework.
She had just finished her last bit of homework, Spanish, when Claire came to the door to get her for dinner. "Oh, have you already done all your homework?" She asked in a politely inquisitive and very surprised voice.
"Yep." Zan nodded seriously. "I figure that if I'm gonna have to go to this fancy stuck-up private school, I might as well get good grades, ya know."
"Sounds like a good plan." Claire replied, equally serious.
"So dinner's ready?" Zan asked, not moving from her place on her bed, amid all her books and notebooks and papers and pens.
"Yes, it is." Claire nodded. "Would you like to come downstairs and join us?"
"Sure, I would like that a lot." Zan nodded. She rolled off her bed, not messing up a single item that was there, and she landed cat-like on her bare feet. She brushed back her hair with her hand and followed Claire down the stairs toward the dining room.
There were three new people seated at the dining room table besides Zan's family. There was a man wearing a business suit, a blonde woman dressed in a cocktail dress, and a boy Zan's age. When she first walked into the room, Zan couldn't stop staring at the boy. She stared not only because he was incredibly good-looking, but because he looked terribly familiar.
"Why are you staring at me, Zan?" He questioned her bluntly before Claire could begin the introductions.
Zan stared at him suspiciously. "I DO know you from somewhere!" She accused. He looked at her like she was crazy.
"Uh, yeah." He nodded finally. "I go to your school. I'm in your grade. I'm in your class. I'm in your band. I'm Freddy Jones."
"Oh." Zan didn't know what else to say. Of course he was Freddy Jones. The hot drummer that she'd been drooling over all afternoon. Duh. "I guess I forgot." She mumbled.
"Okay." He didn't seem too terribly affected by being forgotten.
"Oh, so you two already know each other!" Claire said delightedly. "How wonderful. Maybe Freddy can show you around this weekend, Zan? Wouldn't that be nice?"
"I'm afraid we can't do it this weekend, Mrs. Claire." Freddy said politely.
"Why not, Freddy?" Mr. Jones demanded, looking at his son as though he was being horribly rude and impolite.
"Because Zan and I have band practice over the weekend." Freddy explained expansively. "It will take up all of our time."
"This stupid band nonsense is really starting to get on my nerves, Freddy!" Mrs. Jones said sharply, her eyes narrowed her lips pressed into a tight line. "I'm glad that you know how to play the drums, honey, but don't you think it's time to put this childish nonsense behind you?"
"What?" Freddy's mouth fell open in horror.
"I think we should talk about this at home, dear." Mr. Jones said softly to his wife. She sniffed disdainfully and picked up her glass.
Freddy stared at her, a look of horror still etched into his handsome features. Then he shut his mouth and turned very, very pale.
"May I be excused?" He murmured finally.
"Me too." Zan said suddenly. "I don't feel very well."
"Go ahead." Claire nodded.
Zan motioned to Freddy and led the way up the stairs and down the hallway to her bedroom. He looked around when they entered, temporarily distracted from that which was causing him grief at the moment.
"Nice room." He muttered.
"Shut up." She said sharply, sitting down on the edge of her bed and assuming a business-like expression. "How can we make your mom change her mind?"
"She won't." Freddy said glumly, turning her desk chair around backwards and straddling it. "We'd have to kill her to get her to change it."
"You think that'll work?" Zan asked thoughtfully.
He stared at her in horror. "That's not funny, Zan." He snapped.
"I wasn't joking." She replied coldly. "This is the first time I've ever been accepted in any group, the first time I've ever had friends. I'm not going to let all that go to waste just because the drummer's mother decided it was a waste of her son's time."
"You wouldn't really kill anybody, would you?" Freddy didn't seem quite so sure anymore.
"Don't try me." Zan replied ominously. He just stared at her for a few more minutes. Then he shook his head.
"Let's just drop it." He muttered. "We just have to give her some time. My dad won't make me quit. I'm pretty sure."
"For your mother's sake, let's hope so." Zan said coldly. Freddy eyed her with dislike. He didn't know what it was about her, but she was definitely not getting on his good side. Mean girls weren't very pretty, even if they physically were. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked, giving him a funny look.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about what a bitch you are." He shrugged his shoulders like it didn't matter.
Zan stared at him, her mouth falling open and her eyes narrowed at him in shock. She finally closed her mouth. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Never mind." Freddy sighed wearily. "Tell my parents I went home." He rose to his feet and left her bedroom. Zan glanced out her window and watched him go next door and enter his own home.
Then she flung herself facedown on her bed and buried her face in her pillow.
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So ya like so far?? Well, this is like chapter 4 or something, so I hope you like it by now. Don't worry though, I'm definitely going to make Zan get nicer. I don't know why I've been making her so mean. LOL I just got the soundtrack to this movie and I'm listening to it now. It rocks!! LOL!! Okay, well it's like 9:10 or something and I've got more stories to write tonight and I have to get up and go to mass with my sister in the morning!! Luvs!! REVIEW!!!!
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Claire arrived to pick Zan up at the school about fifteen minutes later. Zan had had to walk back from the studio, so she had just gotten there. She climbed into the backseat and fastened her seatbelt.
"Hi Claire!" Zan greeted her cheerfully, smiling broadly. "What's for dinner? I'm starving?"
Claire just stopped and stared at her step-daughter for a long moment. Then she gave herself a little shake and put the car into drive. "I was thinking about pork chops and baked potatoes. Do you like pork chops?"
"Of course I do!" Zan exclaimed, leaning back in her seat and looking out the window, still smiling. Claire watched her closely. Something was definitely wrong.
"So, did you have a good day at school?" Claire asked, trying not to sound too terribly obvious about her prying.
"Oh my god, yes!" Zan nodded fervently, leaning forward in her seat. "It was the best! This girl I know, well she's sort of my friend, and she's in a band, and the band needed a new lead singer and a new guitarist, and this girl I know that's sort of my friend wanted me to try out for it, so I did and the whole band loved me and they invited me to be in their band and I said yes and it's going to be so much fun!" She finished completely out of breath.
Claire didn't say anything for a moment. Zan had been talking so fast that she hadn't understood hardly any of it! "So," She said finally, "You made some new friends?"
"Yeah." Zan nodded, still grinning. "There's Tomika, and Alicia and Marta, and Summer and Katie. Then there's Zach, and Lawrence, and Freddy, but I don't know them as well."
"Well I'm very glad that you've already made some friends." Claire said, and she really meant it too.
"Me too." Zan agreed, tucking back her hair.
"You haven't met our neighbors, have you?" Claire asked suddenly, changing the subject. Zan shook her head.
"No, I don't think I have. I could have seen them and not known that they were our neighbors though." She didn't know quite what had come over her, but she couldn't stop talking. She hadn't talked this much, or this fast, since she was about eight or nine.
"Well I've invited them over for dinner tonight." Claire said. "They have a son your age. Mr. and Mrs. Jones (AN. Dun-dun-dun!!!) are very nice people. I'm sure you'll love them."
"I can't wait to meet them!" Zan cheered. Claire just stared at her again.
Zan bounded out of the car the moment they pulled into the driveway and flew into the house. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom three at a time and flung her backpack in the far corner of her room. She changed out of her school clothes and into a pair of baggy, holey blue jeans and a tight gray t-shirt in under thirty seconds. Then she bounded back down the stairs and into the kitchen. There she made herself a cup of herbal tea and she definitely calmed down a bit after that.
She went back upstairs to her bedroom and retrieved her discarded book bag. She sat down cross-legged on her bed and unzipped her backpack to do her homework.
She had just finished her last bit of homework, Spanish, when Claire came to the door to get her for dinner. "Oh, have you already done all your homework?" She asked in a politely inquisitive and very surprised voice.
"Yep." Zan nodded seriously. "I figure that if I'm gonna have to go to this fancy stuck-up private school, I might as well get good grades, ya know."
"Sounds like a good plan." Claire replied, equally serious.
"So dinner's ready?" Zan asked, not moving from her place on her bed, amid all her books and notebooks and papers and pens.
"Yes, it is." Claire nodded. "Would you like to come downstairs and join us?"
"Sure, I would like that a lot." Zan nodded. She rolled off her bed, not messing up a single item that was there, and she landed cat-like on her bare feet. She brushed back her hair with her hand and followed Claire down the stairs toward the dining room.
There were three new people seated at the dining room table besides Zan's family. There was a man wearing a business suit, a blonde woman dressed in a cocktail dress, and a boy Zan's age. When she first walked into the room, Zan couldn't stop staring at the boy. She stared not only because he was incredibly good-looking, but because he looked terribly familiar.
"Why are you staring at me, Zan?" He questioned her bluntly before Claire could begin the introductions.
Zan stared at him suspiciously. "I DO know you from somewhere!" She accused. He looked at her like she was crazy.
"Uh, yeah." He nodded finally. "I go to your school. I'm in your grade. I'm in your class. I'm in your band. I'm Freddy Jones."
"Oh." Zan didn't know what else to say. Of course he was Freddy Jones. The hot drummer that she'd been drooling over all afternoon. Duh. "I guess I forgot." She mumbled.
"Okay." He didn't seem too terribly affected by being forgotten.
"Oh, so you two already know each other!" Claire said delightedly. "How wonderful. Maybe Freddy can show you around this weekend, Zan? Wouldn't that be nice?"
"I'm afraid we can't do it this weekend, Mrs. Claire." Freddy said politely.
"Why not, Freddy?" Mr. Jones demanded, looking at his son as though he was being horribly rude and impolite.
"Because Zan and I have band practice over the weekend." Freddy explained expansively. "It will take up all of our time."
"This stupid band nonsense is really starting to get on my nerves, Freddy!" Mrs. Jones said sharply, her eyes narrowed her lips pressed into a tight line. "I'm glad that you know how to play the drums, honey, but don't you think it's time to put this childish nonsense behind you?"
"What?" Freddy's mouth fell open in horror.
"I think we should talk about this at home, dear." Mr. Jones said softly to his wife. She sniffed disdainfully and picked up her glass.
Freddy stared at her, a look of horror still etched into his handsome features. Then he shut his mouth and turned very, very pale.
"May I be excused?" He murmured finally.
"Me too." Zan said suddenly. "I don't feel very well."
"Go ahead." Claire nodded.
Zan motioned to Freddy and led the way up the stairs and down the hallway to her bedroom. He looked around when they entered, temporarily distracted from that which was causing him grief at the moment.
"Nice room." He muttered.
"Shut up." She said sharply, sitting down on the edge of her bed and assuming a business-like expression. "How can we make your mom change her mind?"
"She won't." Freddy said glumly, turning her desk chair around backwards and straddling it. "We'd have to kill her to get her to change it."
"You think that'll work?" Zan asked thoughtfully.
He stared at her in horror. "That's not funny, Zan." He snapped.
"I wasn't joking." She replied coldly. "This is the first time I've ever been accepted in any group, the first time I've ever had friends. I'm not going to let all that go to waste just because the drummer's mother decided it was a waste of her son's time."
"You wouldn't really kill anybody, would you?" Freddy didn't seem quite so sure anymore.
"Don't try me." Zan replied ominously. He just stared at her for a few more minutes. Then he shook his head.
"Let's just drop it." He muttered. "We just have to give her some time. My dad won't make me quit. I'm pretty sure."
"For your mother's sake, let's hope so." Zan said coldly. Freddy eyed her with dislike. He didn't know what it was about her, but she was definitely not getting on his good side. Mean girls weren't very pretty, even if they physically were. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked, giving him a funny look.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about what a bitch you are." He shrugged his shoulders like it didn't matter.
Zan stared at him, her mouth falling open and her eyes narrowed at him in shock. She finally closed her mouth. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Never mind." Freddy sighed wearily. "Tell my parents I went home." He rose to his feet and left her bedroom. Zan glanced out her window and watched him go next door and enter his own home.
Then she flung herself facedown on her bed and buried her face in her pillow.
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So ya like so far?? Well, this is like chapter 4 or something, so I hope you like it by now. Don't worry though, I'm definitely going to make Zan get nicer. I don't know why I've been making her so mean. LOL I just got the soundtrack to this movie and I'm listening to it now. It rocks!! LOL!! Okay, well it's like 9:10 or something and I've got more stories to write tonight and I have to get up and go to mass with my sister in the morning!! Luvs!! REVIEW!!!!