It's back to school! Fiona meets the Rancho Carne gang while Whitney gets into trouble. Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter Four
Bring It On: Whitney
"Are you sure?" Fiona said in her maddening accent. She pulled at the orange flowery top I lent her.
"Quit wriggling before I burn your scalp," I yelled as I tonged Fiona's long hair into a mass of spirals. I pinned the top half of her hair into two sections and let the rest of her hair fall freely around her shoulders.
Last night, Fiona told me that she wanted a complete change in her appearance. She didn't want to look like an English boarding-school lass. I nearly corrected her by saying that she looked like a spoiled little Eurasian mistress from 1920s Shanghai.
Thirty minutes later, we were done. Fiona looked completely different. Gone were the schoolgirl plaits, button-down shirts and pleated skirts. Dressed in an orange halter, stretch black jeans, platform sandals and with a head full of cascading curls, Fiona looked just like me, only shorter and not as tanned.
"Fiona? What happened to you?" Fergus exclaimed as we passed by him. He sounded as if Fiona had suddenly sprouted a horn from her head. Fiona turned her head slightly.
"Whitney curled my hair. With tongs," she smiled a little.
"Thongs?" Fergus's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"They're tongs, a kind of heated hair curler for ringlets," I answered for Fiona. Although I didn't really feel like it, I slipped my arm around Fiona's. Fiona turned to look at my with surprise and suddenly smiled at me. I smiled back at her and we both flipped our hair at Fergus.
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"Courtney, I want you to meet my cousin Fiona Hamilton. Fiona, this is my best friend Courtney," I said.
"Whoa where'd you get such a name? Hamilton?" Courtney said good-naturedly as they shook hands. Fiona was still staring at Courtney's incredibly low-cut tee shirt. I guess she's still not used to skimpy clothes. I noticed she was pretty flat-chested for an eighteen-year-old.
Missy and Torrance came up from behind us; Cliff was parking his beat-up Mustang. I spotted Kasey, Darcy and Carver alighting the yellow school bus.
"Hey Whitney! Don't forget there's a Toros meeting after school!" Torrance said, not noticing Fiona. I suddenly had a brainwave.
"Torrance, can I bring my cousin Fiona along too? She's new here and she's interested in trying out for the squad, but she wants to look around first," I lied, ignoring Fiona's indignant face.
"Whit--" she began, but I gave her a sharp nudge. Torrance and Missy checked her out and they seemed optimistic.
"Sure, just look around. I'm going to call for try-outs soon, to get ready for next year's Nationals and a new routine," she said, pausing for a while. We haven't got over the shock that Big Red had been stealing our routines from East Compton's Clovers. "Maybe Fiona and Jamie would like to join in."
The bell rang for homeroom period, and we dispersed for lessons. But I had to bring Fiona to the Headmaster's Office for some administrative work.
"Whitney! I'll have nothing to do with cheerleaders!" Fiona protested. "I'll never wear miniskirts and jump around shouting `Rah, rah, rah!' It degrades me!"
"Shut up Fiona. Just come and look at us. I'm not telling you to join. Didn't you say you wanted to change yourself?" I checked my teeth out in my compact mirror.
"But--" Fiona said before I pushed her into the Headmaster's door.
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After the meeting, which was about the choreography for our new routine, I decided that we should walk home by ourselves. Fiona complained about the heat, but she still tagged along behind me.
As we turned around the bend, I saw a couple of mean characters leaning against the wall. One of them had a shaved head and lots of tattoos and the other had multiple body piercings; both were heavily muscled. And they were staring at us.
I wish I didn't wear my miniskirt today. The bald one came up to us cracking his knuckles with a lewd grin on his face.
"Little Chinese dolls eh? Well, well, well, what have we got here, Ed?" he drawled. Both of us retreated one step. Ed the holey guy smirked.
"Go away! Leave us alone!" I said loudly, but I was a little nervous. Fiona was holding my arm tightly.
"Yeah! Leave them alone!" a voice behind us said. I turned around. Fergus!
Fergus?
"Dork! Mind your own business!" Ed sneered. He came towards me with a lewd grin.
"YAH!" Fergus yelled, and Ed screamed. I was stunned for a while, then I realized that Fergus had given him a hard chop on Ed's arm.
"You @#$%^&*! I'm gonna break that Chinese neck of yours," the baldy pounced onto Fergus. Fergus flipped him over easily and rained a torrent of punches on the unfortunate punk.
After what seemed like a hundred blows, Fergus released the punks.
"Don't you ever let me catch you getting fresh with my sisters!" he threatened. Ed and the baldy fled sobbing. I heaved a sigh of relief. Fiona relaxed. But Fergus turned to us with a displeased expression.
"Don't dress indecently," he said before walking off.
What? I dress like this everyday. What gives him the right to scold me?
Hmph.
Chapter Four
Bring It On: Whitney
"Are you sure?" Fiona said in her maddening accent. She pulled at the orange flowery top I lent her.
"Quit wriggling before I burn your scalp," I yelled as I tonged Fiona's long hair into a mass of spirals. I pinned the top half of her hair into two sections and let the rest of her hair fall freely around her shoulders.
Last night, Fiona told me that she wanted a complete change in her appearance. She didn't want to look like an English boarding-school lass. I nearly corrected her by saying that she looked like a spoiled little Eurasian mistress from 1920s Shanghai.
Thirty minutes later, we were done. Fiona looked completely different. Gone were the schoolgirl plaits, button-down shirts and pleated skirts. Dressed in an orange halter, stretch black jeans, platform sandals and with a head full of cascading curls, Fiona looked just like me, only shorter and not as tanned.
"Fiona? What happened to you?" Fergus exclaimed as we passed by him. He sounded as if Fiona had suddenly sprouted a horn from her head. Fiona turned her head slightly.
"Whitney curled my hair. With tongs," she smiled a little.
"Thongs?" Fergus's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"They're tongs, a kind of heated hair curler for ringlets," I answered for Fiona. Although I didn't really feel like it, I slipped my arm around Fiona's. Fiona turned to look at my with surprise and suddenly smiled at me. I smiled back at her and we both flipped our hair at Fergus.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"Courtney, I want you to meet my cousin Fiona Hamilton. Fiona, this is my best friend Courtney," I said.
"Whoa where'd you get such a name? Hamilton?" Courtney said good-naturedly as they shook hands. Fiona was still staring at Courtney's incredibly low-cut tee shirt. I guess she's still not used to skimpy clothes. I noticed she was pretty flat-chested for an eighteen-year-old.
Missy and Torrance came up from behind us; Cliff was parking his beat-up Mustang. I spotted Kasey, Darcy and Carver alighting the yellow school bus.
"Hey Whitney! Don't forget there's a Toros meeting after school!" Torrance said, not noticing Fiona. I suddenly had a brainwave.
"Torrance, can I bring my cousin Fiona along too? She's new here and she's interested in trying out for the squad, but she wants to look around first," I lied, ignoring Fiona's indignant face.
"Whit--" she began, but I gave her a sharp nudge. Torrance and Missy checked her out and they seemed optimistic.
"Sure, just look around. I'm going to call for try-outs soon, to get ready for next year's Nationals and a new routine," she said, pausing for a while. We haven't got over the shock that Big Red had been stealing our routines from East Compton's Clovers. "Maybe Fiona and Jamie would like to join in."
The bell rang for homeroom period, and we dispersed for lessons. But I had to bring Fiona to the Headmaster's Office for some administrative work.
"Whitney! I'll have nothing to do with cheerleaders!" Fiona protested. "I'll never wear miniskirts and jump around shouting `Rah, rah, rah!' It degrades me!"
"Shut up Fiona. Just come and look at us. I'm not telling you to join. Didn't you say you wanted to change yourself?" I checked my teeth out in my compact mirror.
"But--" Fiona said before I pushed her into the Headmaster's door.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
After the meeting, which was about the choreography for our new routine, I decided that we should walk home by ourselves. Fiona complained about the heat, but she still tagged along behind me.
As we turned around the bend, I saw a couple of mean characters leaning against the wall. One of them had a shaved head and lots of tattoos and the other had multiple body piercings; both were heavily muscled. And they were staring at us.
I wish I didn't wear my miniskirt today. The bald one came up to us cracking his knuckles with a lewd grin on his face.
"Little Chinese dolls eh? Well, well, well, what have we got here, Ed?" he drawled. Both of us retreated one step. Ed the holey guy smirked.
"Go away! Leave us alone!" I said loudly, but I was a little nervous. Fiona was holding my arm tightly.
"Yeah! Leave them alone!" a voice behind us said. I turned around. Fergus!
Fergus?
"Dork! Mind your own business!" Ed sneered. He came towards me with a lewd grin.
"YAH!" Fergus yelled, and Ed screamed. I was stunned for a while, then I realized that Fergus had given him a hard chop on Ed's arm.
"You @#$%^&*! I'm gonna break that Chinese neck of yours," the baldy pounced onto Fergus. Fergus flipped him over easily and rained a torrent of punches on the unfortunate punk.
After what seemed like a hundred blows, Fergus released the punks.
"Don't you ever let me catch you getting fresh with my sisters!" he threatened. Ed and the baldy fled sobbing. I heaved a sigh of relief. Fiona relaxed. But Fergus turned to us with a displeased expression.
"Don't dress indecently," he said before walking off.
What? I dress like this everyday. What gives him the right to scold me?
Hmph.