Shout (For England)- Dizzee Rascal ft James Corden
St Trinians school for girls was in it's usual amount of chaos. The first years ran around the school frantically touching up their deadly traps in preparation of the upcoming hockey match, they needed to make an impression. This match was important, it would decide whether St Trinians stayed in the competition or not. The last time that they had gotten close to winning said competition was fifteen years ago when they had been knocked out of the semi finals by Cheltenham. The match hadn't even started and it was already going horrible wrong. One of the key players had broken her leg falling out a tree where she was hiding from a fuming Annabelle Fritton.
The head girl, Kelly Jones, had called an emergency hockey meeting to discuss a winning strategy, she didn't fancy losing to some pompous school who thought they knew everything. She and Polly had already devised a cunning plan to distract the official ref, that had been sent by the league, when they were about to cheat. Usually Matron would ref but as this was a serious match, and the fact that the hockey league didn't trust the drunken woman, an official was to be sent. Kelly had remind her favourite twins to keep the ref alive unless they lost.
Kelly stood in front of her loyal hockey team, each face glowed with determination. Every girl in the room knew how important it was to win, every girl knew how much winning this match meant to Kelly. They were going to prove everyone who doubted them wrong just like they had done in School Challenge. If it wasn't for the determination that raced through the hockey team's veins they wouldn't be paying close attention to Kelly. The head girl was pointing to various positions on the hockey pitch that had been drawn on the black board behind her.
The girls nodded and put forward their own suggestions as Kelly spoke. Everything was going to plan and turning out how Kelly had wanted it to. That was until a loud mouth chav kicked the door open with her good leg and hobbled in the room. Kelly knew that things would defiantly go down hill, "'Ow come ya didn't tell me 'bout dis meetin'?" Taylor demanded,
"Hobble on!" Andrea smirked, Kelly inwardly groaned,
"Woteva," The chav replied,
"If you're going to be present during this meeting I suggest you sit down and shut it." Kelly ordered, she then carried on her speech.
Kelly knew that it wouldn't be long until the chav heard something she didn't like and interrupted, that was why she wanted to finish up quickly. The head girl didn't want to rush anything but she didn't want the chav to destroy the team's attention with just one word or phrase. Relief flooded through Kelly when she had said all that needed to be said, her relief didn't last long. Kelly's relief began to vanish when she noticed Taylor starting to stand up, the black haired girl closed her eyes and silently prayed that Taylor would keep it shut. The chav walked as fast as her right leg wrapped in plaster could carry her to Kelly's side. "What are you doing?" Kelly asked, she tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible. The chav ignored the head girl and began her own speech,
"Common gals, we need to sort it out. Leave da lads alone 'nd set aside ya egos," She said passionately,
"How are you going to set aside your massive ego?" Andrea called out,
"We need team work 'nd not a miracle. We need a victory, surely it's da right time. We gotta come together!"
"Taylor, Kelly's already said this," Annabelle pointed out, once again Taylor ignored the comment,
"We need Celia in tip top condition,"
"I don't do team sports." Celia whispered to herself,
"Fritton down da Wing like she's on a mission. Knock da ball about, don't 'og it, init," Taylor then paused for effect, "We need Kel Jones, no-one can fuck wiv 'er!" Kelly rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently,
"Finished?" She asked,
"But more importantly we need a new chant," Everyone in the room groaned, "Luckily I fought one up, init," Everyone that wasn't a chav groaned again, "Shout, shout, England are out. Lampard scored a goal but it didn't count. Four one, is such a disgrace, four one!" The chav sung,
"This isn't the world cup, Taylor. It' hockey," Kelly sighed,
"It's a good chant doe," The chav grinned, "'Ow 'bout 'come and have a go if you think you're hard enough'?"
"If we agree can we go?" Andrea sighed, Taylor nodded happily. The room erupted in cheers as chairs scrapped across the floor. It took a minute for the room to empty, the only person left was a grinning chav.
I'm tempted to have Taylor kidnap the England team after writing that, maybe then they'll sort themselves out.
Constant: Taylor will never grow up! She's the one that provides me with jokes
Chelsea: I'm going to try and do any pairing that comes up, maybe you'll get Kel/JJ or Kel/Polly
Ms. Adventure: I'm letting the music suggest ideas, then we might get some different pairings
Review while I devise a plan to kidnap the England football squad? They kinda need sense beating into them, honestly there worse then Cameron and Clegg