Welcome to NHS
By Swifty Li, as told to Keza: Queen of Procrastination
AN: Wow, am I bad at updating or what? I'd like to promise that I'll get chapters out faster, buuuut I have ski team and we don't get home from practices until 7:00 and ski meets, like… 9:00, soo… yeah. Plus I'm distracted by my new Roundhouse tape. (High Sid-point One: He has a goat! High Sid-point Two: HE RAPS! I sense a new newsie rap brewing… High Sid-point Three: uhm, well, it's Sid, I could go on for a very long time.) But enough rambling (aww, but isn't that what author notes are for?) Onto the good, the bad, the ugly, the… detention hall.
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Gothic Author: Riot pretty much went over what I was going to saw in response to your review (thanks hon) but let me restate… I have nothing against orchestra or anything, yes, there's a lot of band and marching band fics out there, for obvious reasons… a lot of people are in band/marching band! They write from their experiences! I'm not in orchestra. Hell, my school is too small to even have a marching band. If I wrote a fic about orchestra, you'd probably just get mad at me cause I'd probably get it wrong! So go write one yourself.
One Last Thing… http://freewebs.com/unaregla/thatsmystereo.html here's a present. I wrote out all the newsies' stereotypes, so you don't have to keep asking. Enjoy!
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I was not looking forward to this, not in the least. I approached the detention hall, dragging my feet with my head bowed - unfortunately, the latter really restricted my line of sight, so I smacked right into the most unlikely person.
"Eek!" she squeaked. I rubbed my head, then looked up a gaped.
"Angelic One? You're not going to… no, you couldn't be going to… to…" I just couldn't get the word out.
"Detention?" she supplied dully.
"Uh, yeah," I said, trying to get over my shock. Angelic One was - well - just look at her name! She's exactly like she sounds. Perfect… in the ways of school, that is. I'd bet my life it was her first time to detention… but I didn't press it. Instead I held the door open.
"Ladies first."
That earned me a whack upside the head. Dammit! I wasn't even being sarcastic!
Ok, so detention in itself isn't all that bad. Just another chance to get caught up on schoolwork, I guess. It's just the people in detention that are sketchy. Ruin, (who knows what she did to get in here) Queenie, Racetrack, and Misprint were all off in a corner playing poker, Race trying to get a cigarette off of Queenie, who was distracting him by refusing while Misprint stole some of his money. If I wanted to keep my own cash, I knew to stay away from that bunch.
I looked up from my math homework and glanced to Itey.
"Hey, um, where's the advisor?"
He looked confused.
"Advis… oh right… hum, dunno. She usually leaves once we're all here. You can only open the door from the outside. Did you know that?"
Insert Swifty's eyes widening.
"Erp… no."
Not sure whether Itey was joking or not, I slowly slid away. Anyway, it bothered me being so close to him and his disgusting mullet for a long period of time. He went back to ignoring me and playing out some drum solo on his desk. Damn metalhead.
My train of thought was interrupted as Oatmeal crashed into the room, smiling sourly. Following her was Sky. She must have caught my questioning look.
"Just a little misunderstanding," Oatmeal explained with a wink.
"Bitch slapped me!" Sky whined. I heard Ruin snort and shout her approval from the behind. Oatmeal grinned and Sky glared evilly. Oatmeal sat down next to Angelic One and the two started gossiping, meanwhile Sky just kind of stood around and finally sat down next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Itey start drooling.
Ew.
The door opened again. Jeez, was this parade of wrongdoers ever going to end? Pie-eater and Polecat were herded in by Mrs. Jacobs, the hall advisor. Both of the kid's faces were bright red. There was a crash as Queenie and Misprint yelled "SCORE!" simultaneously and Ruin fell off her chair.
"Never again!" Mrs. Jacobs hissed, then disappeared out the door again. Pie spotted me and my mock-disapproval.
"How were we supposed to know she'd be in the teacher's room? No one is ever in the teacher's room!"
"I suppose you'd know," Race smirked.
"Shush!" Polecat scolded, the redness now only remaining in her ears. Pie glanced back at the door, then leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She giggled, and the next thing I knew, they were kissing again.
Aw, gee.
More catcalls from the back, of course. I began to wonder what Queenie actually WAS smoking. Sky scoffed beside me.
"That's disgusting!" she exclaimed, then looked to me for confirmation. I stared blankly back. Beside me, Itey drooled. Painful sights no matter where I looked. I resorted instead to banging my head repeatedly on my desk.
"Uhm, is he ok?" I heard Sky ask. Meanwhile, Itey thought I was trying out some kind of hardcore head banging method, and joined me in killing brain cells.
Did I say detention wasn't all that bad? I take it back.
Hell, it's hell I tell ya!
"I heard Lute threatened to rape Giggles with her flute."
"I heard that Jake wants to ask Mondie to the dance."
"I heard that Schizo had another meltdown and that's why she isn't here."
"I heard that-"
"WELL I HEARD THAT TWO HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS WERE STRANGLED IN THE DETENTION HALL!" I yelled suddenly. There are few things as annoying as gossiping girls. But… whoops. Wrong thing to say. The whole room went silent. Even Pie and Polecat broke apart to stare at me. Oatmeal and Angelic One, the culprits, turned around with wide eyes. And of course, Mrs. Jacobs chose that moment to be listening in at the door.
"KEVIN!" she screeched, marching into the room. I trembled under her polish stare. "What did I just hear?! Were you threatening those girls?! You know we don't allow things like that in this school!"
With an inward groan, I slid down in my seat. This was not a good day. Not at all.
"Come with me to the office, young man."
More taunts erupted. I made a mental note to involve Pie, Ruin, and several others in a slow, painful death, then followed Mrs. Jacobs out of the room obediently.
All the while thinking of what to tell my parents.
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Really short, I know, I'll try to make the next few longer. Muah hah hah.
SHAMELESS PLUG! Go read my Brooklyn story (http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1011158) because I finished it a little bit ago, and… I want ya'll to read it! Wheehee.
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