A.N. Well, so far the Holly series seems popular. By the way, 'Holly' is
based very extensively on a real person and the way she acts and reacts is
also like how the real person probably would. I don't know if you are
interested in knowing that but now you know. So far most of my votes have
been for human and oblivious, some said she couldn't remain oblivious
forever, someone suggested maybe she be changed unnaturally, and someone
suggested she be a mutant and not join either side. I have an idea that
might satisfy all those suggestions; but that is for later. For right now
she remains oblivious.
The next day in school, Holly walked into her history room. Only one other person was there. It was Todd Tolensky. (A.N. Please ignore spelling errors). She smiled, said hi, and went to her usual seat up front. She then took out her book and started to read. It was a fairly suspenseful book and she was at an exciting part. She absently shooed away a fly a few times. Then she heard a weird sort of smacking sound, and then silence. The hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. Part of her mind was still too engrossed in the book to notice the real world. The other part of her imagination went into overdrive. She forced that part of her mind into check telling herself that if there were some scary homicidal guy in the room, Todd would tell her. Well, maybe not tell her, but if he ran out screaming that would be a hint. She also told herself that there was no power on earth strong enough to make her turn around. Then, she put all of her attention back into the book and totally forgot the incident.
She had math next. Her favorite (NOT!) class. Sigh. At least she saw a friendly face. Bobby smiled encouragingly at her as she walked in the room. Because of the way the seating chart was made up (in alphabetical order) she was just diagonal a seat from in the next row. She asked him about whether or not the 'oh-so-responsible' pair remembered about him. He told he that he didn't know. He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to them yet. However the Professor hadn't seemed happy with them. The class started then, so they didn't have anymore time to talk. Holly spent the rest of the period wishing Pythogoras had left well enough alone and never decided to make up weird rule about triangles.
She ran into Pietro again at lunch. literally. Well actually he ran into her. She ignored him and tried not to wonder how on earth he was talking so fast. He was giving her a definite headache. He got bored quickly and moved on. She sat by herself in a corner. She always did. She always had. It didn't bother her. Okay, so she didn't have any close friends and never had. She didn't mind.too much. She continued reading her book.
Unfortunately, she ran into him during biology too. They turned out to be in the same class. And since he was buzzing around annoying her, they got stuck as lab partners. Today they were dissecting a worm. Holly had always taken school very seriously and was very annoyed when working with partners because they often didn't take school quite so seriously. Actually she hated working with partners for many reasons. Any way, after a few minutes of his non-stop chatter, she asked him if he wanted to cut or read instruction. She was hoping that she could do a good bit of the hands-on work because that was her style but figured she should offer first. He paled a little. Rather than laughing at him, she quietly suggested he read the directions. Not everybody was handling the dissections well. However, other than not liking the smell of the formaldehyde, Holly was doing fine. The teacher was passing by inspecting specimens.
"What's this?" asked Holly, lifting up some brown goop out of her worm with her scalpel. It was apparently too much for the other kid. He almost fainted. He sat down first though and breathed deeply. Blessed silence. Which lasted till just after clean up. By then he was back to normal. Finally she had enough. "Aren't you ever quiet!" Unfortunately she said this a little to loud and earned herself another detention. Sigh!
Last class of the day was English. They were going to be starting a section on Shakespeare. Holly smiled. This could be fun! Unfortunately, it involved picking partners again. Her optimism faded. No one ever wanted her as a partner, and without an almost engraved invitation, she wouldn't intrude where she might not be wanted. She tried her usual method. Eyes scanning the room, she tried to figure out whom the teacher would assign her to.
"Pssst! Holly!" She heard a whisper. Looking for its source she spotted Bobby. She had forgotten he said he was in this class to. They agreed to be partners and listed for the rest of the teacher's instructions. Apparently, they had to choose a Shakespearean play, and explain it to the rest of the class. The more extras they did the better their grade. They exchanged phone numbers, after Holly all but threatened him with severe bodily harm if he even THOUGHT about making prank calls or giving the number to anyone else who might make prank calls. She didn't know him that well yet but had picked up that he was a bit of a clown.
School was over by then, but she had detention for shouting at Pietro in Bio. And considering how he was always in the midst of something anyway, they was a chance he'd be in detention too. She sighed and grabbed her secret weapon from her locker before heading to detention. She was only vaguely surprised that the detention group was the exact same from yesterday. Perhaps they had been assigned detention for a few days. Scott and Jean were apologizing to Bobby for leaving him. He seemed to be sulking but Holly had a feeling it was all an act. Risty looked ready to pull her own hair out. The brotherhood was shooting spitballs at her. Jubilee (wasn't that what they were calling her), Amara, Ray, and Roberto where playing cards. Kitty was talking to Rogue who looked bored to tears. Kurt was trying to get Kitty's attention (good luck) and Evan was casting dagger glares at Pietro whenever he got hit with a spitball.
Pietro must have decided to annoy her some more because the next thing she knew, he was sitting next to her talking a mile a minute. That was when she pulled out her secret weapon. She pulled her walk-man out of her book bag. Adjusted her headphones, pressed play, turned up the volume to as loud as she could without hurting her ears, and sang along with the tape. Of Christmas Carols. IN September. Early, HOT September. Not to mention as her manager once put it, she couldn't carry a tune if it had a handle. She was sensitive about that but couldn't stop singing. Actually as long as she was singing along with something or someone, she wasn't too bad. There were a few smiles. Some even joined in. The problem was that these where the Church Christmas carols and not usually sung as often. That and it was rare for most people to know more than the first verse of them. She could often do a second or third verse before getting stuck. Some she knew all of the verses of. There was an advantage to growing up in the Church. She wasn't surprised there wasn't a teacher again. In fact she was counting on there not being one. She was singing pretty loud. But hey, she couldn't hear him.
The next day in school, Holly walked into her history room. Only one other person was there. It was Todd Tolensky. (A.N. Please ignore spelling errors). She smiled, said hi, and went to her usual seat up front. She then took out her book and started to read. It was a fairly suspenseful book and she was at an exciting part. She absently shooed away a fly a few times. Then she heard a weird sort of smacking sound, and then silence. The hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. Part of her mind was still too engrossed in the book to notice the real world. The other part of her imagination went into overdrive. She forced that part of her mind into check telling herself that if there were some scary homicidal guy in the room, Todd would tell her. Well, maybe not tell her, but if he ran out screaming that would be a hint. She also told herself that there was no power on earth strong enough to make her turn around. Then, she put all of her attention back into the book and totally forgot the incident.
She had math next. Her favorite (NOT!) class. Sigh. At least she saw a friendly face. Bobby smiled encouragingly at her as she walked in the room. Because of the way the seating chart was made up (in alphabetical order) she was just diagonal a seat from in the next row. She asked him about whether or not the 'oh-so-responsible' pair remembered about him. He told he that he didn't know. He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to them yet. However the Professor hadn't seemed happy with them. The class started then, so they didn't have anymore time to talk. Holly spent the rest of the period wishing Pythogoras had left well enough alone and never decided to make up weird rule about triangles.
She ran into Pietro again at lunch. literally. Well actually he ran into her. She ignored him and tried not to wonder how on earth he was talking so fast. He was giving her a definite headache. He got bored quickly and moved on. She sat by herself in a corner. She always did. She always had. It didn't bother her. Okay, so she didn't have any close friends and never had. She didn't mind.too much. She continued reading her book.
Unfortunately, she ran into him during biology too. They turned out to be in the same class. And since he was buzzing around annoying her, they got stuck as lab partners. Today they were dissecting a worm. Holly had always taken school very seriously and was very annoyed when working with partners because they often didn't take school quite so seriously. Actually she hated working with partners for many reasons. Any way, after a few minutes of his non-stop chatter, she asked him if he wanted to cut or read instruction. She was hoping that she could do a good bit of the hands-on work because that was her style but figured she should offer first. He paled a little. Rather than laughing at him, she quietly suggested he read the directions. Not everybody was handling the dissections well. However, other than not liking the smell of the formaldehyde, Holly was doing fine. The teacher was passing by inspecting specimens.
"What's this?" asked Holly, lifting up some brown goop out of her worm with her scalpel. It was apparently too much for the other kid. He almost fainted. He sat down first though and breathed deeply. Blessed silence. Which lasted till just after clean up. By then he was back to normal. Finally she had enough. "Aren't you ever quiet!" Unfortunately she said this a little to loud and earned herself another detention. Sigh!
Last class of the day was English. They were going to be starting a section on Shakespeare. Holly smiled. This could be fun! Unfortunately, it involved picking partners again. Her optimism faded. No one ever wanted her as a partner, and without an almost engraved invitation, she wouldn't intrude where she might not be wanted. She tried her usual method. Eyes scanning the room, she tried to figure out whom the teacher would assign her to.
"Pssst! Holly!" She heard a whisper. Looking for its source she spotted Bobby. She had forgotten he said he was in this class to. They agreed to be partners and listed for the rest of the teacher's instructions. Apparently, they had to choose a Shakespearean play, and explain it to the rest of the class. The more extras they did the better their grade. They exchanged phone numbers, after Holly all but threatened him with severe bodily harm if he even THOUGHT about making prank calls or giving the number to anyone else who might make prank calls. She didn't know him that well yet but had picked up that he was a bit of a clown.
School was over by then, but she had detention for shouting at Pietro in Bio. And considering how he was always in the midst of something anyway, they was a chance he'd be in detention too. She sighed and grabbed her secret weapon from her locker before heading to detention. She was only vaguely surprised that the detention group was the exact same from yesterday. Perhaps they had been assigned detention for a few days. Scott and Jean were apologizing to Bobby for leaving him. He seemed to be sulking but Holly had a feeling it was all an act. Risty looked ready to pull her own hair out. The brotherhood was shooting spitballs at her. Jubilee (wasn't that what they were calling her), Amara, Ray, and Roberto where playing cards. Kitty was talking to Rogue who looked bored to tears. Kurt was trying to get Kitty's attention (good luck) and Evan was casting dagger glares at Pietro whenever he got hit with a spitball.
Pietro must have decided to annoy her some more because the next thing she knew, he was sitting next to her talking a mile a minute. That was when she pulled out her secret weapon. She pulled her walk-man out of her book bag. Adjusted her headphones, pressed play, turned up the volume to as loud as she could without hurting her ears, and sang along with the tape. Of Christmas Carols. IN September. Early, HOT September. Not to mention as her manager once put it, she couldn't carry a tune if it had a handle. She was sensitive about that but couldn't stop singing. Actually as long as she was singing along with something or someone, she wasn't too bad. There were a few smiles. Some even joined in. The problem was that these where the Church Christmas carols and not usually sung as often. That and it was rare for most people to know more than the first verse of them. She could often do a second or third verse before getting stuck. Some she knew all of the verses of. There was an advantage to growing up in the Church. She wasn't surprised there wasn't a teacher again. In fact she was counting on there not being one. She was singing pretty loud. But hey, she couldn't hear him.