Yay! I finally updated! It should have been a long time ago. Lol. Let's see, a few people are Ooc. Like Bridgette (sorta) and Cody, and maybe Gwen a little. But I think that's it.
Thanks to my anonymous reviewers who I couldn't send a personal thanks to:
bkreed -imjusttoolazytologin- lol, yeah, I just had to use that line from TDA (actually, It was that line that sparked my idea for this fic. I was imagining what Courtney was like as a kid, which led me to think about them all as kids, and somehow it led to a story about Heather. But that's why there's a lot of Courtney in this) anyway, thanks!
Jeffhardyismyhero – thanks for the review! :) glad you liked it!
thanks to anyone I missed!
Anyway, on to this chapter. I hope it doesn't suck. haha
Recess arrived and Heather decided that it was time to try making friends again. She spotted two girls, one fat and the other skinny, wearing matching outfits and playing on the jungle gym. She walked over to them.
"Hi. Can I play with you?"
The two girls looked down and glared at her.
"No," the skinny one said bluntly. "This is the Katie and Sadie club. You can't join."
"Why not?" Heather asked with a frown.
"Because your name's not Katie or Sadie," said the fat one. "DUH!"
"Maybe if I ask my mommy she'll change it to Katie or Sadie," said Heather innocently.
"Your name can't be Katie or Sadie! My name is Katie and hers is Sadie," said the skinny one. "You can't steal our names."
"But two people can have the same name," said Heather. "My little brother's name is Damien and so is my Grandpa's."
"That's stupid!" said Sadie.
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is! Two different people can't have the same name!"
Heather opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it. She supposed it was pretty stupid. Her little brother was very mean. He was always throwing toys at her and pulling her hair. He kicked her, bit her, and called her poopyhead. He always threw tantrums when he didn't get what he wanted. Her grandpa, on the other hand, was very nice. In fact, he was the nicest person in her whole family. He wanted Heather to be a good little girl, which is why Heather tried very hard to behave herself and be kind to others, even when it was difficult. (That and even though she got in trouble when she was good she got in less trouble than when she was bad.) How could two very different people be called the same thing?
"Can you go away now?" Katie asked impatiently, breaking Heather's train of thought.
Heather sighed.
"Fine…" she muttered.
Heather trudged away in disappointment, hanging her head. Suddenly a girl dropped from a tree right in front of her. The girl cackled. Heather screamed.
"HI!" the girl yelled. It was the little red-haired girl named Izzy.
"Hi," Heather replied with a friendly smile.
"Wanna play?" Izzy asked also with a smile (but hers was slightly deranged).
Heather shook off her disturbance and grinned.
"Okay!"
"Let's play JAWS!" Izzy exclaimed.
"How do we play Jaws?" Heather asked curiously.
Izzy decided that demonstration was the best explanation.
"Chomp!' Izzy yelled as she lurched forward to bite Heather's arm. Heather screamed and pulled away causing Izzy to bite air.
"What are you—?" Heather asked as Izzy tried to bite her again.
"CHOMP!"
Heather screamed once more and ran away. Izzy chased her yelling the Jaws Theme at the top of her lungs.
It wasn't too long before Mrs. Simpson ran up to rescue Heather. But before she could reprimand the small red head, Izzy ran off to throw rocks at Noah.
After Mrs. Simpson calmed her down, Heather went to go get a drink from the water fountain. Her throat was sore from screaming. She gulped down a generous amount of water and then walked away in search of friends once more. She saw two boys playing marbles. One was small with brown hair; the other was blond with a pink cowboy hat.
Heather walked up to them.
"Hi, I'm Heather," she said. The blond boy looked up at her and smiled, the brunet merely glared.
"Hi, I'm Geoff and this is Cody," said the blond.
"Watcha doing?" Heather asked.
"Playin' marbles."
"Can I play?"
"Sure!"
"No!" Cody, the brunet boy, exclaimed grouchily.
"Why not?" Heather asked with a frown.
"Cuz you're a girl and girls have cooties!" Cody sneered.
"I do not!"
"What's cooties?" Geoff asked curiously.
"It's these things that girls have and if you get near them you might catch them," Cody explained.
Geoff's eyes widened. He still wasn't sure what cooties were but they sounded awful.
"Go away!" Cody yelled, throwing dirt in Heather's face.
"Hey!" Heather exclaimed, spitting some of it out.
"Get lost unless you wanna eat more!" Cody threatened.
Heather grunted and stomped off to the drinking fountain once again. She was really starting to get sick of her classmates. After rinsing her mouth out and taking another long drink she eyed an unoccupied swing. It looked much more inviting than her ridiculous peers. She walked over to it, sat on it, and started swinging back and forth. She grinned as the wind rushed past her. It was the most fun she'd had all day.
Heather was on the swing a mere ten seconds before Courtney was standing behind her.
"When I count to a hundred you have to get off!" She demanded bossily.
"No I don't!" Heather replied.
"Yes you do! It's playground rules. You have to share!"
Heather winced. She said the "s" word. Heather supposed she had to be fair and do what Courtney said.
"Alright," Heather said with a reluctant sigh.
Courtney grinned triumphantly. She started counting really fast without warning. Unprepared, Heather didn't start swinging until Courtney reached twelve. It wasn't even a minute by the time Courtney reached one hundred.
"NINETY SEVEN NINETY EIGHT NINETY NINE! ONE HUNDRED!" Courtney yelled. "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF! I WANT THE SWING! YOU HAVE TO SHARE! I WANT THE SWING! YOU HAVE TO SHARE! GET OFF!"
Heather barely had time to think by the time Courtney yelled all this. Heather sighed and skid to a stop.
"When do I get it back?" She asked, hopping off the swing.
"When you count to a hundred," Courtney answered, roughly snatching the swing from Heather.
"But I don't know how to count to a hundred," said Heather.
"Well, I guess you won't get it back then," said Courtney. "Now get outta my way or I'll swing into you."
Heather glared at Courtney. That wasn't very fair. Courtney couldn't hog the swing all year! She was the only one who could count to a hundred, except for probably Noah who didn't seem to care about swings. (He was still reading his book.)
"I said MOVE!" Courtney exclaimed. She pulled back in her swing threateningly. "I will swing into you, with my feet!"
Heather grunted in frustration and stomped off. She wanted to ask Mrs. Simpson if she really had to obey Courtney's ridiculous rules but she was currently breaking up a fight between Duncan and Eva.
Heather wandered around until she came across a brown-haired boy trying to play catch by himself with a big red ball. He threw the ball into the air and tried to catch it but it bounced right off of his face.
"Ow," he said.
He threw it up in the air again and it bounced off his face once more.
"Ow," he said.
"Do you want to play catch together?" Heather asked. The boy looked over at Heather and smiled.
"Okay," he said. "My name is Tyler."
"I'm Heather," she replied. They positioned themselves a few feet away from each other.
Tyler threw the ball but it landed halfway between them. Heather ran up to catch it but couldn't make it in time. Heather picked up the ball and threw it to Tyler. It landed right into his hands but he fumbled and it fell. Tyler picked it up and threw it again but it landed several feet to the left of Heather. Heather ran to get the ball and threw it to Tyler again. It sailed right towards Tyler but somehow he missed it.
"You stink at this," Tyler said crossly, scooping up the ball and walking away.
"Maybe we can play something else?" Heather asked hopefully. "Maybe we can kick it instead!"
"No," he said over his shoulder.
"She's got cooties anyway," said Cody, walking up with Geoff.
"Cooties?"
"Yeah. You should play with us instead."
"Okay."
Tyler walked off with Geoff and Cody. Heather watched them walk away with a frown on her face. She stood there, uncertain of what to do, until her eyes caught a little blonde girl in a pretty pink dress. She was standing on the sidewalk and looking around in fright. Heather recognized her as one of the girls who gave her a cracker at snack time. She seemed like she would make a good friend so Heather walked up to her.
"Hi, I'm Heather," she said.
"I'm Bridgette," the girl said with a nice smile.
"Do you want to play with me?"
Bridgette shook her head.
"I don't want to get dirty," she replied, looking around the playground nervously.
"Oh," said Heather, frowning.
"But you can stay here if you want to," Bridgette offered.
Heather gave her a big smile.
"Okay."
A moment later Tyler's ball flew threw the air towards them. It bounced right towards Bridgette's feet and she squealed in fright.
"It's going to get my shoes dirty!" she exclaimed.
"I got it!" Geoff yelled, running towards them. Geoff knelt down and scooped up the ball. He stood up and looked straight at Bridgette.
Geoff stared at Bridgette. Bridgette stared at Geoff.
Geoff blinked. Bridgette blinked.
Geoff blushed. Bridgette blushed.
"Uh…hi," said Geoff.
"Hi," Bridgette said with a giggle.
"Um…do you wanna play with us?" Geoff asked.
Bridgette looked at the dirty ball and frowned. Bridgette looked at Geoff and smiled. Bridgette looked at the dirty ball and frowned. Bridgette looked at Geoff and smiled.
"Okay!" she said.
"Cool!" said Geoff with a goofy grin.
Bridgette and Geoff walked away towards Cody and Tyler.
"What's she doing here?" Cody said crossly. "She's got cooties! She can't play!"
"Yes she can!" Geoff exclaimed.
"No she can't!" Cody exclaimed.
"Yes she can!" Geoff yelled
"No she can't!" Cody yelled.
"YES SHE CAN!" Geoff screamed and shoved Cody. Cody fell to the ground with a startled expression on his face.
"Okay, she can play," said Cody.
Heather watched the scene before her with her jaw to the ground. At first the boys didn't want to play with her because she was girl but now they were letting Bridgette play with them. And Bridgette didn't want to play with her because she didn't want to get dirty but now she was playing with the boys. It wasn't fair!
This day couldn't get any worse!
"Hey loser!" a voice called behind her. Heather sighed in exasperation. She knew exactly whose voice it was. Sure enough Heather turned around and saw her sister, Chelsea. She was standing on the other side of the fence that surrounded the kindergarten playground. Chelsea looked mad.
"Hi Chelsea," Heather said, walking up to her.
"Why did you tell Chris I like him?" Chelsea sneered.
"I didn't…"
"Yes you did!"
"The only thing I told him was that you said he was hot."
"That means that I like him, stupid!" said Chelsea. "It means I think he's cute and that I want to marry him!"
"Oh, I-I didn't know..."
"Now everyone's making fun of me, including Chris, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"S-sorry," Heather said with an apologetic frown.
"You are so dead when I get home!" Chelsea yelled and stomped off.
Heather stared after her sister. She was still a little confused as to what just happened. All she knew was that her day had gone horribly wrong and she wanted to go home. Now, however, she would have to deal with an angry Chelsea when her sister got home. Heather slumped to the ground in defeat and cried.
"Girl, what's the matter?" A voice asked. Heather looked up to see two girls standing over her, looking concerned. One was a black girl with a friendly smile; the other was a blonde girl with a black cat on her t-shirt. Heather recognized them as the other two girls who gave her crackers at snack time. Heather sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"M-my sister's mad at me and everybody's b-been mean to me and nobody wants to p-play with me," Heather sobbed.
"I'm sorry," said the blonde girl with a frown. Her face lit up. "You can play with us!"
"Really?" Heather asked with happy surprise.
"Of course, girl!" said the black girl. "Heather, right? I'm LeShawna and this is Gwen."
Heather smiled.
Suddenly a scream was heard behind them. The three friends whipped their heads around to see a humorous sight. Izzy was swaying on the chain of the swing Courtney was occupying.
"I AM TARZAN!" Izzy yelled. Izzy gave an ululating call.
"Get off!" Courtney yelled. "This is my swing!"
Izzy looked down at Courtney and gasped.
"It's the evil Clayton, trying to harm my ape family!" Izzy exclaimed. "I must stop him!"
Izzy swung all the more wildly on the chain causing Courtney to thrash around violently.
"STOP IT!" Courtney yelled. "I'M NOT CLAYTON!"
Heather and her two new friends couldn't help but laugh.
"I hope that Izzy girl wins, " said Gwen. "Courtney's mean."
Heather and LeShawna nodded.
"Anyway, let's go play hopscotch." LeShawna said. She started running towards the hopscotch court. Gwen smiled and turned towards Heather.
"Come on!" she said, before running after LeShawna.
Heather smiled happily and followed her two new friends.
Awww! That was so sweet and happy! Heather finally made friends! I should probably end there but…I won't! heh heh. - evil chuckle.
blargh, though...I didn't quite know how to end it. It just sorta ends abruptly. X_X
Heehee. I made Gwen blonde! Well, it could be her natural hair color. :D
UGH! THIS STUPID WEBSITE RUINED ONE OF MY LINES! when courtney counts, the ninety seven ninety eight ninety nine part is supposed to be all smushed together since she saying it really fast. but for some inexplicable, stupid, pole-up-their-butts reason the prissy little website doesn't like it and won't put it in. UGH!
okay, i know it's not a big deal. it's just annoying. let me write my story they way I want, darn it! GOSH!
One more chapter!
