Chapter 2
Meanwhile, at Sleepy Hollow College, Lydia Deetz was hard at work preparing a development solution. The raven haired, pale skinned girl dressed in black listened with great interest to her teacher, Dr. Matthew Vincent Notrub. The black haired, bespectacled teacher lectured his students on the components of the solution.
Of all the teachers she had met since coming to Sleepy Hollow College, Dr. Notrub was her favorite. She liked him not only for his expertise in the field of photography, but he had also let her stay in his home for free. She had also told Dr. Notrub a secret she had been keeping from everyone for years and in doing so, she had learned what kind of man Dr. Notrub really was. When he not teaching, he made himself up to look like the famous horror actor, Vincent Price at home through the aid of styling his hair wild and the addition of a fake moustache. He was crazy about anything spooky, scary or unusual.
"Students, mix that development solution well. Otherwise, your pictures are going to turn out badly. And we don't want that now, do we?" asked Dr. Notrub. "No, Dr. Notrub," replied the students in unison. "After you finish mixing the solution, you'll all go into the dark room and begin the process of developing. Be careful. Some of these chemicals are highly toxic," warned the doctor.
Then there was a knock at the door of the photography lab. Dr. Notrub turned around and saw a red-haired man through the window of the door. "It's the dean. Excuse me, students. Continue working on the solutions. I'll be back soon," said Dr. Notrub as he walked toward the door, opened it and stepped outside.
'I hope Dean Elfman's not angry with Dr. Notrub. I would hate for him to leave even if Dr. Notrub doesn't quite act like the other teachers. He is much friendlier than some of them,' thought Lydia. Then Dr. Notrub opened the door and walked inside. He stood in front of his class.
"Class, Dean Elfman has just told me we have a new student joining us today," said Dr. Notrub. 'That's odd. College classes don't really allow new students to join into classes. Especially since we're almost a quarter way through the course,' thought Lydia. "This might come as unusual since that colleges don't exactly work the way old schools work. But Dean Elfman said that her parents had just made a generous contribution to the college. Students, I'd like you to meet Miss Claire Brewster," said Dr. Notrub.
Lydia's eyes looked up from her development solution. 'Brewster? No, it can't be!' she thought. Through the door strode a blonde girl wearing a pink dress and a wide grin. 'It is! And I thought I had seen the last of her since Miss Shannon's,' thought Lydia.
"Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself, Claire?" asked Dr. Notrub. "Well, I'm super rich and I want to be a model since I obviously have the looks that can strike big in the world of professional modeling. But as it turned out, I need a lame-o photography class as a requirement for modeling. They said I need an understanding of how photography works. Well, you've got to take the bad with the good I guess," said Claire in a sassy voice.
Dr. Notrub was unsure of what to make of his new student. "Well, Claire, while the rest of the students work, why don't you take this textbook into the back and read up on what we've covered already?" asked Dr. Notrub handing Claire a textbook. "Of course, Dr. Notrash," said Claire taking the textbook. "Uh that's Notrub, Claire," said Dr. Notrub. "Whatever," said Claire as she walked toward the back of the room.
As she passed by several of the students, she received some reactions. Girls stared with admiration of her clothing while boys gawked at her. But as she passed by Lydia, she gave her a dirty look. Lydia just looked away.
'It's started. Once Claire gets through with some of the students, she'll start forming her cool crowd. And it seems she hasn't changed a bit,' thought Lydia.
Dr. Notrub took a look at Lydia's expression. 'Seems Lydia knows this girl. And from how Claire looked and the way Lydia reacted, they did not get along. Maybe I should talk to Lydia about this and also Beetlejuice,' thought the good doctor.
Later, after the end of class bell rang, Lydia gathered her things and walked out of the classroom. As her bad luck would have it, she had run into Claire who had already picked up a few admirers.
"Well, Lydia Deetz, we meet again. Just goes to show they'll let anybody in this college. I mean, just take a look at her. She's got all the makings of a world-class freak," said Claire in her snooty tone. Her admirers laughed at her comment.
"At least I didn't have to buy my way into this class, Claire," Lydia shot back. "Well, I simply had to get into this class. I mean, my parents wanted me to have the best. And we heard that Dr. Nodrab of Sleepy Hollow College was the best photography teacher. Even if he is too sappy and a fashion reject. If he wasn't the best, I wouldn't have come to the middle of nowhere," said Claire. "Don't talk about Dr. Notrub that way. He's one of the nicest people there is," said Lydia who was trying to keep calm.
"Lydia? Is something wrong?" asked Dr. Notrub stepping out of the classroom. "No, Dr. Notrub. Nothing's wrong," said Lydia.
"Well, I'm about ready to head back home. Are you ready to go too?" asked Dr. Notrub. Claire's grin got bigger. "You have a teacher for a boyfriend? Way to suck up to a teacher, Lydia," she said with a laugh. "He's not my boyfriend! I'm just renting from him!" exclaimed Lydia. "Sure, Lydia. I'm sure you're the best in this class if you treat him exactly right. Ta-ta Lydia," said Claire as she left with her troupe of snickering women.
Lydia growled and stomped off toward the exit of the building. "Come on, Dr. Notrub. Let's get back to the mansion," she said as she passed by him. Dr. Notrub just followed her at a loss for words at what just happened.
Meanwhile, at Sleepy Hollow College, Lydia Deetz was hard at work preparing a development solution. The raven haired, pale skinned girl dressed in black listened with great interest to her teacher, Dr. Matthew Vincent Notrub. The black haired, bespectacled teacher lectured his students on the components of the solution.
Of all the teachers she had met since coming to Sleepy Hollow College, Dr. Notrub was her favorite. She liked him not only for his expertise in the field of photography, but he had also let her stay in his home for free. She had also told Dr. Notrub a secret she had been keeping from everyone for years and in doing so, she had learned what kind of man Dr. Notrub really was. When he not teaching, he made himself up to look like the famous horror actor, Vincent Price at home through the aid of styling his hair wild and the addition of a fake moustache. He was crazy about anything spooky, scary or unusual.
"Students, mix that development solution well. Otherwise, your pictures are going to turn out badly. And we don't want that now, do we?" asked Dr. Notrub. "No, Dr. Notrub," replied the students in unison. "After you finish mixing the solution, you'll all go into the dark room and begin the process of developing. Be careful. Some of these chemicals are highly toxic," warned the doctor.
Then there was a knock at the door of the photography lab. Dr. Notrub turned around and saw a red-haired man through the window of the door. "It's the dean. Excuse me, students. Continue working on the solutions. I'll be back soon," said Dr. Notrub as he walked toward the door, opened it and stepped outside.
'I hope Dean Elfman's not angry with Dr. Notrub. I would hate for him to leave even if Dr. Notrub doesn't quite act like the other teachers. He is much friendlier than some of them,' thought Lydia. Then Dr. Notrub opened the door and walked inside. He stood in front of his class.
"Class, Dean Elfman has just told me we have a new student joining us today," said Dr. Notrub. 'That's odd. College classes don't really allow new students to join into classes. Especially since we're almost a quarter way through the course,' thought Lydia. "This might come as unusual since that colleges don't exactly work the way old schools work. But Dean Elfman said that her parents had just made a generous contribution to the college. Students, I'd like you to meet Miss Claire Brewster," said Dr. Notrub.
Lydia's eyes looked up from her development solution. 'Brewster? No, it can't be!' she thought. Through the door strode a blonde girl wearing a pink dress and a wide grin. 'It is! And I thought I had seen the last of her since Miss Shannon's,' thought Lydia.
"Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself, Claire?" asked Dr. Notrub. "Well, I'm super rich and I want to be a model since I obviously have the looks that can strike big in the world of professional modeling. But as it turned out, I need a lame-o photography class as a requirement for modeling. They said I need an understanding of how photography works. Well, you've got to take the bad with the good I guess," said Claire in a sassy voice.
Dr. Notrub was unsure of what to make of his new student. "Well, Claire, while the rest of the students work, why don't you take this textbook into the back and read up on what we've covered already?" asked Dr. Notrub handing Claire a textbook. "Of course, Dr. Notrash," said Claire taking the textbook. "Uh that's Notrub, Claire," said Dr. Notrub. "Whatever," said Claire as she walked toward the back of the room.
As she passed by several of the students, she received some reactions. Girls stared with admiration of her clothing while boys gawked at her. But as she passed by Lydia, she gave her a dirty look. Lydia just looked away.
'It's started. Once Claire gets through with some of the students, she'll start forming her cool crowd. And it seems she hasn't changed a bit,' thought Lydia.
Dr. Notrub took a look at Lydia's expression. 'Seems Lydia knows this girl. And from how Claire looked and the way Lydia reacted, they did not get along. Maybe I should talk to Lydia about this and also Beetlejuice,' thought the good doctor.
Later, after the end of class bell rang, Lydia gathered her things and walked out of the classroom. As her bad luck would have it, she had run into Claire who had already picked up a few admirers.
"Well, Lydia Deetz, we meet again. Just goes to show they'll let anybody in this college. I mean, just take a look at her. She's got all the makings of a world-class freak," said Claire in her snooty tone. Her admirers laughed at her comment.
"At least I didn't have to buy my way into this class, Claire," Lydia shot back. "Well, I simply had to get into this class. I mean, my parents wanted me to have the best. And we heard that Dr. Nodrab of Sleepy Hollow College was the best photography teacher. Even if he is too sappy and a fashion reject. If he wasn't the best, I wouldn't have come to the middle of nowhere," said Claire. "Don't talk about Dr. Notrub that way. He's one of the nicest people there is," said Lydia who was trying to keep calm.
"Lydia? Is something wrong?" asked Dr. Notrub stepping out of the classroom. "No, Dr. Notrub. Nothing's wrong," said Lydia.
"Well, I'm about ready to head back home. Are you ready to go too?" asked Dr. Notrub. Claire's grin got bigger. "You have a teacher for a boyfriend? Way to suck up to a teacher, Lydia," she said with a laugh. "He's not my boyfriend! I'm just renting from him!" exclaimed Lydia. "Sure, Lydia. I'm sure you're the best in this class if you treat him exactly right. Ta-ta Lydia," said Claire as she left with her troupe of snickering women.
Lydia growled and stomped off toward the exit of the building. "Come on, Dr. Notrub. Let's get back to the mansion," she said as she passed by him. Dr. Notrub just followed her at a loss for words at what just happened.