Title: Project: Rapunzel
By: Web Spinner
Notes: This is an alternate universe type story I guess. I have given Jean a different last name to begin with; it'll change to Grey later in the story. I hope you enjoy it and please review or email me!
"Jean, hurry up you're going to be late!" my mother's warning rang though the house. I sighed and gave my hair one last good brush stroke. I glanced in the mirror. A smiling red head looked back at me. I checked my makeup one last time before running out of the bathroom and grabbing my things. My mother was waiting at the foot of the stairs for me. She was dressed for work already in her flawless white lab coat that looked like it had a bath in starch before my mother put it on. Her fading red hair was put back in a prim bun and cute little glasses rested on the tip of her nose. My mother was very pretty even though she doesn't admit. My daddy always tells her so anyway. My dad was trying to jam as many sheets of paper in a briefcase with a piece of toast still in his mouth and a coffee cup in his hand. It was quite a comical scene actually.
"Bye princess, have fun today," my dad said and kissed me on the forehead (after removing the toast of course) and ran out of the door. I followed my mom and loaded into her station wagon. I am hoping my parents are going to buy me a car for my eighteenth birthday that is coming up soon. I already know what I want, a blue convertible or a white beetle. I glanced down the streets at my picturesque neighborhood. It's the kind of neighbor hood you see in the movies, with a shaded road and lined with cute houses with well- trimmed lawns that look perfect even in winter.
"So when are you going to bring that young man of yours around again?" asked my mother.
"Duncan?" I asked a bit shocked.
"Do you have more then one?" she asked with a smile.
"But Daddy hates him," I reminded her.
"That's only because he doesn't like to see you grow up. Duncan's a charming young man, I am sure you dad will grow very fond of him," predicted Cynthia Peterson. "I really doubt that," I mumbled. I had Duncan over at my house for dinner one day. After Duncan left my father announced that Duncan was the stupidest dumb jock he had ever seen in his life (this is the shortened version, daddy couldn't find one good thing about Duncan at all) Duncan wasn't the top student at school I'll admit but he's the star football player and he treats me good. We pulled up to the school and I slipped a quick kiss on my mom's check before getting out. I know it's childish to show much affection towards your parents when you're a teenager but I can't help it. It's sort of a good habit I never got out of. I walked to my locker but not without a couple of dozen wolf calls following me down the halls. I smiled.
"Hey JEEEAAANNN!" yelled out a high-pitched voice. I had to stop myself from wincing. A bubbly blonde immediately attached herself on my arm.
"Hello, Cookie," I said dryly. Now I try to put into practice the golden rule of treating others how I want to be treated but this girl could try the patience of a saint. "You'll never guess who like asked me out," she giggled at me.
"Brad Pitt?" I asked trying not to smile. " Like I wish!" she giggled even louder. "I wouldn't wish that on him unless he had a life time of insulin," came a voice from a nearby locker. A short girl with short brown hair grabbed her books and stuffed them in her book bag. I couldn't help but grin. You'd need it for Cookie's fake sugary sweetness that just oozed out of her. Cookie's smile froze on her face and she turned to the girl icily. "I don't know what you just said, nerd but watch it," she said and stalked off.
"At least I'm not named after a dessert," snickered the girl. It took me a minute to place her, Diana Ryan, who was in honors program with me. I couldn't help but laughing. "Thank you, I owe you one," I managed to say after laughing so hard. Diana looked really amused.
"Yeah I figured," she said with a shrug.
"So how did you think about Anderson's test yesterday?" I asked. She let out a big groan.
"If I have to endure one more of those exams he cleverly disguised as tests I am going to scream," she said with a wink. I was about to say something more about our evil math teacher when a felt a strong arm wrap around me.
"Hey Baby," said Duncan and kissed my neck. Diana rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Get a room" I heard her say. Duncan apparently didn't and squeezed me tighter. We talked a bit and parted ways as the bell rang.
"Good Morning, West Ridge High School!" came our principal's voice over the intercom. The class groaned in unison at the cheeriness in his voice. No body should be that cheerful this early in the morning and on a Monday when the end of the week was too far away yet.
"Our Lady Hawks soccer team crushed Oak High school last night 20 to 4. Many of the goals where made by our star player, Jean Peterson!" said the principal. I couldn't help but blush a bit as the students around me cheered and congratulated me.
"Band Tryouts will be held at 2:00 instead of at 1:00. A reminder to students, work done in invisible ink will not be accepted," the students snickered and giggled. I stared at of the window and wondered how long the principal was going to ramble. "Inoculations will be given in the health lab from 9 to 3. All students ranging from sophomore to Senior must be present. Only those with signed notes from both their parents and doctor will be excused. Any student found skipping would have suspension for 10 days," said the principal.
"Aww that's harsh!" said a guy behind her.
"I don't want to get a shot!" whined a girl.
"Is this over yet?"
"She looks hot, maybe if I ask her out on a date, she'd go with me."
"Oh my gosh, I wonder like how long this is going to be? I have to get to that sale today!" The voices combined into a roar making it impossible for me to hear anything else
"JUST BE QUIET!" I stood up and yelled. The teacher and students looked blankly at her with shock clearly written on their faces.
"Now Miss. Peterson, that's no reason you need to yell at the intercom like that," said the teacher. I looked at him puzzled. Wasn't everyone just talking a minute ago?
"I am sorry, Mr. C. It seems I am getting a headache. May I be excused?" I asked. "The nurses will probably be busy with the inculcations today but I am sure one would take time to get you an aspirin," my teacher said as he wrote out a hall pass and handed to me. I took it and my book bag and left the class. That had been too freaky for my taste. I walked down the hall toward the health clinic and rubbed my forehead. It had started to pound.
By: Web Spinner
Notes: This is an alternate universe type story I guess. I have given Jean a different last name to begin with; it'll change to Grey later in the story. I hope you enjoy it and please review or email me!
"Jean, hurry up you're going to be late!" my mother's warning rang though the house. I sighed and gave my hair one last good brush stroke. I glanced in the mirror. A smiling red head looked back at me. I checked my makeup one last time before running out of the bathroom and grabbing my things. My mother was waiting at the foot of the stairs for me. She was dressed for work already in her flawless white lab coat that looked like it had a bath in starch before my mother put it on. Her fading red hair was put back in a prim bun and cute little glasses rested on the tip of her nose. My mother was very pretty even though she doesn't admit. My daddy always tells her so anyway. My dad was trying to jam as many sheets of paper in a briefcase with a piece of toast still in his mouth and a coffee cup in his hand. It was quite a comical scene actually.
"Bye princess, have fun today," my dad said and kissed me on the forehead (after removing the toast of course) and ran out of the door. I followed my mom and loaded into her station wagon. I am hoping my parents are going to buy me a car for my eighteenth birthday that is coming up soon. I already know what I want, a blue convertible or a white beetle. I glanced down the streets at my picturesque neighborhood. It's the kind of neighbor hood you see in the movies, with a shaded road and lined with cute houses with well- trimmed lawns that look perfect even in winter.
"So when are you going to bring that young man of yours around again?" asked my mother.
"Duncan?" I asked a bit shocked.
"Do you have more then one?" she asked with a smile.
"But Daddy hates him," I reminded her.
"That's only because he doesn't like to see you grow up. Duncan's a charming young man, I am sure you dad will grow very fond of him," predicted Cynthia Peterson. "I really doubt that," I mumbled. I had Duncan over at my house for dinner one day. After Duncan left my father announced that Duncan was the stupidest dumb jock he had ever seen in his life (this is the shortened version, daddy couldn't find one good thing about Duncan at all) Duncan wasn't the top student at school I'll admit but he's the star football player and he treats me good. We pulled up to the school and I slipped a quick kiss on my mom's check before getting out. I know it's childish to show much affection towards your parents when you're a teenager but I can't help it. It's sort of a good habit I never got out of. I walked to my locker but not without a couple of dozen wolf calls following me down the halls. I smiled.
"Hey JEEEAAANNN!" yelled out a high-pitched voice. I had to stop myself from wincing. A bubbly blonde immediately attached herself on my arm.
"Hello, Cookie," I said dryly. Now I try to put into practice the golden rule of treating others how I want to be treated but this girl could try the patience of a saint. "You'll never guess who like asked me out," she giggled at me.
"Brad Pitt?" I asked trying not to smile. " Like I wish!" she giggled even louder. "I wouldn't wish that on him unless he had a life time of insulin," came a voice from a nearby locker. A short girl with short brown hair grabbed her books and stuffed them in her book bag. I couldn't help but grin. You'd need it for Cookie's fake sugary sweetness that just oozed out of her. Cookie's smile froze on her face and she turned to the girl icily. "I don't know what you just said, nerd but watch it," she said and stalked off.
"At least I'm not named after a dessert," snickered the girl. It took me a minute to place her, Diana Ryan, who was in honors program with me. I couldn't help but laughing. "Thank you, I owe you one," I managed to say after laughing so hard. Diana looked really amused.
"Yeah I figured," she said with a shrug.
"So how did you think about Anderson's test yesterday?" I asked. She let out a big groan.
"If I have to endure one more of those exams he cleverly disguised as tests I am going to scream," she said with a wink. I was about to say something more about our evil math teacher when a felt a strong arm wrap around me.
"Hey Baby," said Duncan and kissed my neck. Diana rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Get a room" I heard her say. Duncan apparently didn't and squeezed me tighter. We talked a bit and parted ways as the bell rang.
"Good Morning, West Ridge High School!" came our principal's voice over the intercom. The class groaned in unison at the cheeriness in his voice. No body should be that cheerful this early in the morning and on a Monday when the end of the week was too far away yet.
"Our Lady Hawks soccer team crushed Oak High school last night 20 to 4. Many of the goals where made by our star player, Jean Peterson!" said the principal. I couldn't help but blush a bit as the students around me cheered and congratulated me.
"Band Tryouts will be held at 2:00 instead of at 1:00. A reminder to students, work done in invisible ink will not be accepted," the students snickered and giggled. I stared at of the window and wondered how long the principal was going to ramble. "Inoculations will be given in the health lab from 9 to 3. All students ranging from sophomore to Senior must be present. Only those with signed notes from both their parents and doctor will be excused. Any student found skipping would have suspension for 10 days," said the principal.
"Aww that's harsh!" said a guy behind her.
"I don't want to get a shot!" whined a girl.
"Is this over yet?"
"She looks hot, maybe if I ask her out on a date, she'd go with me."
"Oh my gosh, I wonder like how long this is going to be? I have to get to that sale today!" The voices combined into a roar making it impossible for me to hear anything else
"JUST BE QUIET!" I stood up and yelled. The teacher and students looked blankly at her with shock clearly written on their faces.
"Now Miss. Peterson, that's no reason you need to yell at the intercom like that," said the teacher. I looked at him puzzled. Wasn't everyone just talking a minute ago?
"I am sorry, Mr. C. It seems I am getting a headache. May I be excused?" I asked. "The nurses will probably be busy with the inculcations today but I am sure one would take time to get you an aspirin," my teacher said as he wrote out a hall pass and handed to me. I took it and my book bag and left the class. That had been too freaky for my taste. I walked down the hall toward the health clinic and rubbed my forehead. It had started to pound.