Authors note: Wow. 22 chapters. Only 8 more to go. I'll prbably finish
writing them by monday, and get they up on tuesday. Thanks for reviewing
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--Tuesday Afternoon--
--Lunch--
Tawny was walking to her locker when she saw it. Balloons in every color tied to some poor students locker. 2058. 2059. The locker numbers continued as Tawny was heading to her destination. 2071. But first she had to find out who's lock had been decked out. 2060. 2061. She could see stereamers now. They were green. 2062. 2063. Maybe some sports team had won the last game of the year and that was the MVP's locker. Maybe. 2064. 2065. Something sparkled on the floor. Confetti. 2066. 2067. A sign was in view now, but she couldn't see what locker the sign was on, or what it said. 2068. 2069. Still nothing. She was almost to her locker when she saw the principle. The same one that had been the principle at the Junior High. Wexler. 2070. 2071. The destination. When Tawny reached her locker, her eyes widened. She read the sign 'Congrats, the whole school knows! Luv T&T' She sighed. "Miss Dean, what is the meaning of this?" Wexler demanded. Tawny opened her locker. "Alan Twitty and Tom Gribalski," she answered, getting her sweater. "And what does the whole school know?" he asked. Tawny slammed her locker as Becca Freeman, a friend of Tawny's walked by. "Congrats Tawny, it's about time!" she said. Tawny smiled. "Thanks Becca," she said. "What's about time?" Wexler asked, growing impacient. That's when the guys appeared. "Holy shirt. Twitty, Tom? You guys decked out her locker too?" Louis asked. "Yeah, both of yours," Twitty answered. "Freaks," Tawny said. "Just happy for our friends," Tom said in defence. Louis put his arm around Tawny's shoulders. "Ready for one of our last days of horriable high school food?" he asked. "Yeah..One of the things I'm NOT going to miss," Tawny told him. "I don't think any of us will," Tom said, starting to walk towards the quad. Twitty walked with him. "Someone still tell me what's going on!" Wexler demanded as Zach walked by. "I still don't believe this. For SIX years I try, but you're still going to marry this loser," Zach said to Tawny. She smiled. "I love this loser," she said, kissing Louis on the cheek. Zach shuddered and walked away, muttering to himself. "Wait..You two are..Oh I knew there was something going on six years ago.." Wexler said as the 'happy couple' began to head down the hall. Sometimes principles are just plain slow.
--Tuesday Afternoon--
--Lunch--
Tawny was walking to her locker when she saw it. Balloons in every color tied to some poor students locker. 2058. 2059. The locker numbers continued as Tawny was heading to her destination. 2071. But first she had to find out who's lock had been decked out. 2060. 2061. She could see stereamers now. They were green. 2062. 2063. Maybe some sports team had won the last game of the year and that was the MVP's locker. Maybe. 2064. 2065. Something sparkled on the floor. Confetti. 2066. 2067. A sign was in view now, but she couldn't see what locker the sign was on, or what it said. 2068. 2069. Still nothing. She was almost to her locker when she saw the principle. The same one that had been the principle at the Junior High. Wexler. 2070. 2071. The destination. When Tawny reached her locker, her eyes widened. She read the sign 'Congrats, the whole school knows! Luv T&T' She sighed. "Miss Dean, what is the meaning of this?" Wexler demanded. Tawny opened her locker. "Alan Twitty and Tom Gribalski," she answered, getting her sweater. "And what does the whole school know?" he asked. Tawny slammed her locker as Becca Freeman, a friend of Tawny's walked by. "Congrats Tawny, it's about time!" she said. Tawny smiled. "Thanks Becca," she said. "What's about time?" Wexler asked, growing impacient. That's when the guys appeared. "Holy shirt. Twitty, Tom? You guys decked out her locker too?" Louis asked. "Yeah, both of yours," Twitty answered. "Freaks," Tawny said. "Just happy for our friends," Tom said in defence. Louis put his arm around Tawny's shoulders. "Ready for one of our last days of horriable high school food?" he asked. "Yeah..One of the things I'm NOT going to miss," Tawny told him. "I don't think any of us will," Tom said, starting to walk towards the quad. Twitty walked with him. "Someone still tell me what's going on!" Wexler demanded as Zach walked by. "I still don't believe this. For SIX years I try, but you're still going to marry this loser," Zach said to Tawny. She smiled. "I love this loser," she said, kissing Louis on the cheek. Zach shuddered and walked away, muttering to himself. "Wait..You two are..Oh I knew there was something going on six years ago.." Wexler said as the 'happy couple' began to head down the hall. Sometimes principles are just plain slow.