===Just A Day, Just An Ordinary Day===
Chapter: Two
Acknowledgements: Punk Poser: Read your story it's ab fab! Oh yes, and about the Ed, Ed and Eddy thing sorry for the mix-up I was trying to scrape cartoons out of my brain even though I watch them all the time *wink* hope you didn't take any offense to it! Dalva Rose, brenn, and vi54 I think you so much for the comments! I'll keep the parent's forced comments on the DL. Also the other reviewers!
*** Setting: Periwinkle couch in periwinkle living room of the Van Zandt house, 32" inch TV still blaring, a snoring 13-year-old girl drooling on the couch's perfection who is slightly corrupted (though it isn't her fault at all *eye roll*)
There was a small opening in the periwinkle (surprise surprise) curtains, probably Frieda's fault for being so damn distracted and a florescent ray of sunlight shone threw those curtains and onto a certain sleeping girl's face. Liberty's eyes peeked open slowly as she whined loudly at her disruption. "Ugh." She muttered. She scooted over so the bothering sunlight would not interfere with her sleep but as she checked her watch she noticed it read 8:10.
Liberty's eyes flew open. 8 fucking 10? How the hell did she let this slip? Liberty was ALWAYS aware of the time. Always aware of her surroundings and she was never, God forbid, late. She didn't have time for anything, not even to think. She hurriedly grabbed her lime green backpack (purposely chosen lime green as not to be the same as every other mindless drone's backpack in her lame school of Degrassi though her mother insisted on a periwinkle backpack).
As she was running along the streets she felt a cold sensation and the feeling of pavement under her feet, she ignored it until she was halfway down the street when she realized she had forgotten her shoes. "Oh shit I don't need this!" She yelled loudly. She quickly covered her mouth and looked around hoping no one heard her. She DID have a reputation to uphold.
She ran back and as she jumped onto the sidewalk she stubbed her toe and fell over. "FUCK!" She cried. Oh god, there was the mouth of hers. Calm down, Liberty. We don't need Emma Nelson hearing you talk like this. She rolled her eyes at the mere thought of that priss. Well, Liberty acted in the same manner but Liberty thought she did it with at least a small trace of class unlike Miss Nelson with the uber dyke for a mother.
"Spike." She giggled as she rubbed her throbbing toe. Liberty always made fun of other people in the privacy of her own mind. She wouldn't be able to be judged if she laughed with herself. Well, she might be judged as an insane psycho but people probably already thought she was for actually giving a damn about her education. She really had nothing better to do anyway.
She limped the few yards back to her home and took the doorknob and turned it. To her utter horror she realized it was locked. She had locked herself out. Liberty's face turned a brilliant shade of red but she held her rage inside and just banged on the door instead. She couldn't help herself as she cursed. Normally she would keep her verbal skills up but no one was around, so why the hell not?
"Fucking cunt of a door. I'm going to hunt down your carpenter and shove a cork up his ass." She said blindly. She really had no clue what she was saying, random blurbs she hardly understood the meanings of. OK, that was a lie, Liberty knew a lot about what she was saying. She definitely knew what a cunt was, I mean, she has one doesn't she? We can only hope.
She leaned against the door and sighed deeply. An identical sigh to the one last night but now she really WAS exasperated. Locked out of her house on a cold morning with no shoes on and a throbbing toe. What else could go wrong? She decided to just go to school, she had not been absent from Degrassi since the third grade, no reason to start just because she um, was locked out of her house with no shoes and a throbbing toe. She would classify herself as a wimp.
So she limped the half mile to Degrassi Community School and by the time it was 8:37. School had started 7 minutes ago. She shook her head. "I hate time."
She ran inside but then one of the hall monitors stopped her: a portly woman by the name of Heidi Schlum who was, obviously, German and rumored to be an aspiring opera singer. You know, the fat lady who sung at the end?
"You! Mees, Van Zandt," She yelled in her German accent. She had a deep voice which really did give the children at Degrassi all the more reason to mock her. Liberty was among that number but she only did it to herself. "You are let! You are supposed to be een erm Meedia Imerrsion." She tended to roll her r's. Liberty decided to suck up and smiled sweetly despite the pains in her toe, which she could hardly feel now since the cold and stricken her foot numb. She spoke the little German that she knew, "Mrs Schlum, muß ich Sie heute sagen der Blick, der schrecklich häßlich ist. Treten Sie sich bitte?" (AN: Translation: Mrs. Schlum, I must say you look terribly ugly today. Will you please kick yourself?) Although Liberty was trying to be sincere and nice she couldn't help but sound rude and inconsiderate. Mrs. Schlum's porky eyes widened with uncontrollable rage. "You! Yah! You are verry rud! You haf detenchun! Off with you! Or it weel be for a week!" She rambled in German as she stormed down the hall and Liberty swore that she could feel the earth tremble under her. Liberty hung her head low and she could feel a knot beginning to form in her stomach. The key word being beginning.
END OF CHAPTER I was writing this while watching Nightmare Before Christmas so pardon me if this sounds distracted. One question: How do you think it feels to kiss a skeleton? I mean, Jack has no lips so how could Sally enjoy it? Ok, that's two questions; I apologize. |sings| Cos, I'm a gaaaambling boogie man, although I don't play fair! Oogie Boogie is rocksome! Oh yes, review if you will. I would be very much obliged. I think. Oh whatever I'm tired. This is Halloween this is Halloween! Keep on trucking!
Chapter: Two
Acknowledgements: Punk Poser: Read your story it's ab fab! Oh yes, and about the Ed, Ed and Eddy thing sorry for the mix-up I was trying to scrape cartoons out of my brain even though I watch them all the time *wink* hope you didn't take any offense to it! Dalva Rose, brenn, and vi54 I think you so much for the comments! I'll keep the parent's forced comments on the DL. Also the other reviewers!
*** Setting: Periwinkle couch in periwinkle living room of the Van Zandt house, 32" inch TV still blaring, a snoring 13-year-old girl drooling on the couch's perfection who is slightly corrupted (though it isn't her fault at all *eye roll*)
There was a small opening in the periwinkle (surprise surprise) curtains, probably Frieda's fault for being so damn distracted and a florescent ray of sunlight shone threw those curtains and onto a certain sleeping girl's face. Liberty's eyes peeked open slowly as she whined loudly at her disruption. "Ugh." She muttered. She scooted over so the bothering sunlight would not interfere with her sleep but as she checked her watch she noticed it read 8:10.
Liberty's eyes flew open. 8 fucking 10? How the hell did she let this slip? Liberty was ALWAYS aware of the time. Always aware of her surroundings and she was never, God forbid, late. She didn't have time for anything, not even to think. She hurriedly grabbed her lime green backpack (purposely chosen lime green as not to be the same as every other mindless drone's backpack in her lame school of Degrassi though her mother insisted on a periwinkle backpack).
As she was running along the streets she felt a cold sensation and the feeling of pavement under her feet, she ignored it until she was halfway down the street when she realized she had forgotten her shoes. "Oh shit I don't need this!" She yelled loudly. She quickly covered her mouth and looked around hoping no one heard her. She DID have a reputation to uphold.
She ran back and as she jumped onto the sidewalk she stubbed her toe and fell over. "FUCK!" She cried. Oh god, there was the mouth of hers. Calm down, Liberty. We don't need Emma Nelson hearing you talk like this. She rolled her eyes at the mere thought of that priss. Well, Liberty acted in the same manner but Liberty thought she did it with at least a small trace of class unlike Miss Nelson with the uber dyke for a mother.
"Spike." She giggled as she rubbed her throbbing toe. Liberty always made fun of other people in the privacy of her own mind. She wouldn't be able to be judged if she laughed with herself. Well, she might be judged as an insane psycho but people probably already thought she was for actually giving a damn about her education. She really had nothing better to do anyway.
She limped the few yards back to her home and took the doorknob and turned it. To her utter horror she realized it was locked. She had locked herself out. Liberty's face turned a brilliant shade of red but she held her rage inside and just banged on the door instead. She couldn't help herself as she cursed. Normally she would keep her verbal skills up but no one was around, so why the hell not?
"Fucking cunt of a door. I'm going to hunt down your carpenter and shove a cork up his ass." She said blindly. She really had no clue what she was saying, random blurbs she hardly understood the meanings of. OK, that was a lie, Liberty knew a lot about what she was saying. She definitely knew what a cunt was, I mean, she has one doesn't she? We can only hope.
She leaned against the door and sighed deeply. An identical sigh to the one last night but now she really WAS exasperated. Locked out of her house on a cold morning with no shoes on and a throbbing toe. What else could go wrong? She decided to just go to school, she had not been absent from Degrassi since the third grade, no reason to start just because she um, was locked out of her house with no shoes and a throbbing toe. She would classify herself as a wimp.
So she limped the half mile to Degrassi Community School and by the time it was 8:37. School had started 7 minutes ago. She shook her head. "I hate time."
She ran inside but then one of the hall monitors stopped her: a portly woman by the name of Heidi Schlum who was, obviously, German and rumored to be an aspiring opera singer. You know, the fat lady who sung at the end?
"You! Mees, Van Zandt," She yelled in her German accent. She had a deep voice which really did give the children at Degrassi all the more reason to mock her. Liberty was among that number but she only did it to herself. "You are let! You are supposed to be een erm Meedia Imerrsion." She tended to roll her r's. Liberty decided to suck up and smiled sweetly despite the pains in her toe, which she could hardly feel now since the cold and stricken her foot numb. She spoke the little German that she knew, "Mrs Schlum, muß ich Sie heute sagen der Blick, der schrecklich häßlich ist. Treten Sie sich bitte?" (AN: Translation: Mrs. Schlum, I must say you look terribly ugly today. Will you please kick yourself?) Although Liberty was trying to be sincere and nice she couldn't help but sound rude and inconsiderate. Mrs. Schlum's porky eyes widened with uncontrollable rage. "You! Yah! You are verry rud! You haf detenchun! Off with you! Or it weel be for a week!" She rambled in German as she stormed down the hall and Liberty swore that she could feel the earth tremble under her. Liberty hung her head low and she could feel a knot beginning to form in her stomach. The key word being beginning.
END OF CHAPTER I was writing this while watching Nightmare Before Christmas so pardon me if this sounds distracted. One question: How do you think it feels to kiss a skeleton? I mean, Jack has no lips so how could Sally enjoy it? Ok, that's two questions; I apologize. |sings| Cos, I'm a gaaaambling boogie man, although I don't play fair! Oogie Boogie is rocksome! Oh yes, review if you will. I would be very much obliged. I think. Oh whatever I'm tired. This is Halloween this is Halloween! Keep on trucking!