What If's, Maybe So's, and Could've Been's
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Cass!" The girl stopped to search fro the voice that had called her. The hallway was crowded with other teens, talking and walking, trying to get to their first classes. Cassi O'Neill found the other girl immediately, despite the mayhem.
"Hey, Cassie. What's up?" she greeted her friend as she emerged from the crowd.
"Nothin' much" the other girl answered as they resumed their journey to their first classes.
"Did you pick up your schedual in the office?" Cassie asked.
"Uh....no. I must've forgotten" Cassi responded, not remembering that she had ever been told to go to the office. A sudden image of a small dark room with a flag in a corner and desk with a red phone planted itself in her mind as "The Office."
"Come on, I better take you" her friend said understandingly, taking a turn down a less populated hall. Plaques and trophy cases lined the walls, all displaying memories of past victories of the school. Further down the hall, a small sign that said "office" hung above a door.
"Did you catch that new Avril Levigne video last night?" Cassie asked as they walked.
"Who?" Cass asked, bewildered.
"You've never heard of Avril Levigne?" Cass shook her head.
"Man!" Cassie exclaimed and pushed the door to the office open. They crossed the threshold and Cass was surprised to find herself in a brightly lit, spaceous room. A chest high counter seperated the room from a small entry area, and a nice looking middle aged woman stood behind it, talking to another student. Cassie leaned up against the counter as he left.
"Morning, Mrs. Shelt" she said merrily.
"Good morning, Cassandra, Cassandra" the woman nodded at the girls, "Oh dear. This is going to get somewhat confusing I suppose"
"Call me Cass" Cassi suggested, "Everyone else does"
"Cass needs her schedual Mrs. Shelt" Cassie informed the secretary.
"Of course!" Mrs. Shelt smiled and pushed a paper across the counter, "Some very advanced calsses, Ms. O'Neill. I hope you can manage them"
"Thank you, ma'am" Cass responded with a smile and followed her friend out the door. She was still somewhat confused about her situation and she wondered why it seemed so unfamiliar. She looked down at her class schedual. Calculus and triginometery, debate and higher sciences, lunch, then art three, creative writing and ancient history.
"Man!" Cassie cried when she had examined the schedual as well, "Mrs. Shelt was right! All I have with you is debate and creative writing!" A loud bell peeled through the halls and startled Cass.
"What was that!?" she cried.
"Relax. It's just the warning bell. Means you've got three minutes to get to class." She laughed at her friend's still alarmed look.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Not like being tutored in Hollywood, where you're the only student" Suddenly, everything made sense to Cass and she laughed at her own jitters.
"Yeah. That's what I get for having a superstar Dad" She laughed and waved at her friend as she took off for her first class.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Cass!" The girl stopped to search fro the voice that had called her. The hallway was crowded with other teens, talking and walking, trying to get to their first classes. Cassi O'Neill found the other girl immediately, despite the mayhem.
"Hey, Cassie. What's up?" she greeted her friend as she emerged from the crowd.
"Nothin' much" the other girl answered as they resumed their journey to their first classes.
"Did you pick up your schedual in the office?" Cassie asked.
"Uh....no. I must've forgotten" Cassi responded, not remembering that she had ever been told to go to the office. A sudden image of a small dark room with a flag in a corner and desk with a red phone planted itself in her mind as "The Office."
"Come on, I better take you" her friend said understandingly, taking a turn down a less populated hall. Plaques and trophy cases lined the walls, all displaying memories of past victories of the school. Further down the hall, a small sign that said "office" hung above a door.
"Did you catch that new Avril Levigne video last night?" Cassie asked as they walked.
"Who?" Cass asked, bewildered.
"You've never heard of Avril Levigne?" Cass shook her head.
"Man!" Cassie exclaimed and pushed the door to the office open. They crossed the threshold and Cass was surprised to find herself in a brightly lit, spaceous room. A chest high counter seperated the room from a small entry area, and a nice looking middle aged woman stood behind it, talking to another student. Cassie leaned up against the counter as he left.
"Morning, Mrs. Shelt" she said merrily.
"Good morning, Cassandra, Cassandra" the woman nodded at the girls, "Oh dear. This is going to get somewhat confusing I suppose"
"Call me Cass" Cassi suggested, "Everyone else does"
"Cass needs her schedual Mrs. Shelt" Cassie informed the secretary.
"Of course!" Mrs. Shelt smiled and pushed a paper across the counter, "Some very advanced calsses, Ms. O'Neill. I hope you can manage them"
"Thank you, ma'am" Cass responded with a smile and followed her friend out the door. She was still somewhat confused about her situation and she wondered why it seemed so unfamiliar. She looked down at her class schedual. Calculus and triginometery, debate and higher sciences, lunch, then art three, creative writing and ancient history.
"Man!" Cassie cried when she had examined the schedual as well, "Mrs. Shelt was right! All I have with you is debate and creative writing!" A loud bell peeled through the halls and startled Cass.
"What was that!?" she cried.
"Relax. It's just the warning bell. Means you've got three minutes to get to class." She laughed at her friend's still alarmed look.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Not like being tutored in Hollywood, where you're the only student" Suddenly, everything made sense to Cass and she laughed at her own jitters.
"Yeah. That's what I get for having a superstar Dad" She laughed and waved at her friend as she took off for her first class.