'Junior Year'
By Anne Parkington
Day 2 dedicated to: J.Mraz cuz I love him and he keeps my company when im lonely. Okay, maybe its not him, maybe its just his songs, but he has that way about him. Whenever I hear his voice, I don't feel so lonely anymore.
[Day 2]
Christian sat next to his lab partner, Fiona Vert, a small girl with bright pinkish eyes and a high pitched voice during 7TH period, chem. She was soprano section leader in the chorus and very popular. She popped bright apple-green bubble gum bubbles over her sparkly green lips as she scribbled notes to her boyfriend in her notebook.
"Are you going to add the baking powder or what?" Christian asked. She blinked at him though her safety goggles and glanced at the beaker next to her.
"Maybe. Or not." She said a-matter-of-factly. "I don't know if I should. I mean, there could be catastrophic consequences of me adding the baking powder to that. . .SUBSTANCE!"
"Uh. . . it's just water. . " Christian suggested.
"Oh sure, that's what he wants you to think!"
"Who?"
"HE! Him! That man over there."
Christian looked. It was just their science teacher. A good natured old woman named Ms. McGibbin.
"Um, that's a woman."
"That's just what they WANT you to think. No, I'm sorry Christian, but it's not in the stars for me to add those two things together. I'm a strong believer in fate, and this just isn't mine." And with that she went back to writing.
Christian sighed. She pulled this act anytime real work was involved. He was used to it and completed the lab by himself. After class he started walking towards the library, but then realized that he didn't have an open anymore, but had to go to drama club. He changed his course and went into the classroom.
"CWISTIAN!" Toulouse cried happily, "We didn't think you would show up!"
"What? Why wouldn't I?" Christian asked, confused.
"Well, because, you might have ditched us. . . " the teacher, Doc Morris said.
Christian laughed, "Are you kidding?! I couldn't do that! And besides this is too fun." And he meant it too. He would rather read plays than sit in the library studying, and he was getting credits for this!
"Christian, we have the BEST news ever!" Said Lydia, a girl with long wavy black hair and sparkling green eyes.
"You do?" Christian asked, having a seat next to her. He looked at Doc who beamed happily.
"Yessir, Christian. We have all voted, and we want YOU to write this year's school play!"
Christian stared.
"What?! Me!?! Ohh! That's so great!! I have the perfect idea!" and he pulled out his paper he had handed to Mrs. Wickbone. She had given him a D- but he didn't care and knew that no one else would either. He handed it over to Doc.
"Read this and tell me what you think." He said. He then picked up the play they were reading: 'The Taming of The Shrew' by Shakespeare and lead the group. As they read, Lydia watched Christian over the top of her book. He was so stunning. His blue eyes shining brightly through his glasses, his soft brown hair slightly mussed from the day's events. His brow so furrowed with concentration. It was true, ever since he had step foot in that class room the day before she had been enamored with him, but he had been talking about how he was going rollerblading with Satine. He apparently liked her, and how was she supposed to compete with SATINE, miss red-haired wonder herself? She was thinking about this so deeply in fact, that she didn't even notice when it was her turn to read.
"Lyd?" Christian asked, gently, making her jump.
"Mm?" She asked.
"Your line."
"Oh. Sorry." And she read.
After class was over, Christian bolted to his locker, grabbed his stuff and sped home. He didn't want to be a second late for Satine. He threw on a clean shirt and got his rollerblades out of the closet. He was just about to run a comb through his hair when the doorbell rang. He started to answer it, but to his horror, his younger sister, Holly got there first.
"Oh! Hi, there!" Satine said friendlily. Holly smiled mischievously.
"Ohhh! You must be Satiiiiiiine! The girl that Christian is in lo-" but before she could blow his cover, Christian had turned on tv, and as the theme song to 'rug rats' blasted through the house, Holly stopped mid- sentence.
"Um, gotta go!" She said, and dashed upstairs to watch tv. Christian sighed and walked down to greet his guest.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi! Your sister, she's adorable!" Satine said. Such a girlish thing to say. . . grumble grumble.
"Yeah, I geuss." He rolled his eyes, "She can be a pain though."
"Eh, they all can. Lets get goin'!" She pulled on his arm and they rollerbladed down the street to the park.
"I'll race you!" She laughed, and zoomed off. Christian quickly sped after her. They raced until they reached the center, where every one hung out. Vendors sold popcorn, pretzels, cotton candy and hot dogs while local artists played their instruments for spare change. A kid that went to their school, who always wore a red hat, was playing with his band on the steps of the play house. Some people stood and bopped while others danced. Little kids played tag, ducking between the much taller adults, and couples had picnics on the grass. Christian turned to Satine who smiled at him with the sunlight shining in her hair.
"Let's dance!" She crooned, grabbing his hand. And they did, rollerblades and all, right in the middle of everyone, and they didn't even knock anyone over either! (good job, guys!) They danced until their throats burned from laughing, and their cheeks ached from smiling, and Christian bought them two milk shakes from a stand.
"Do you want a hot dog too?" He asked.
"Sure, I didn't have dinner." She said politely. As he skated off to buy them, Zidler's shadow fell upon her. She turned and frowned.
"Hey. . . what are you doing?" She asked.
"I think the question is what are YOU doing?" He crossed his arms.
"Rollerblading, with Christian. . . " She said raising an eyebrow.
"You shouldn't be. You're going to ditch him and come over with me and Weavling."
"No, I'm sorry, I can't just-"
"OH you can, Just!" Zidler said. Weavling came up to them and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Get off of me!" She snapped. When he didn't withdraw his hand, she yanked off the top of her milk shake and tossed it at him. He shrieked, and let go, wiping it out of his eyes. Satine bladed out of there, grabbing Christian and his hot dogs on the way. He skated her home, which was only a few houses down from his. As they stood on her front steps, only illuminated by a small lamp next to her door, Satine was shocked to realize, that she wanted their outing to be more than a friendly type. She looked up into his deep eyes and was pleased to see that he felt the same way.
"Thanks, this was fun." She purred, and kissed him. Quick and simple and hurried into her house. Christian stared. He pinched his wrist hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming and skated back home in a wistful haze.
-End day 2-
Oh no, prom is approaching, and there is much confusion to be sorted!
By Anne Parkington
Day 2 dedicated to: J.Mraz cuz I love him and he keeps my company when im lonely. Okay, maybe its not him, maybe its just his songs, but he has that way about him. Whenever I hear his voice, I don't feel so lonely anymore.
[Day 2]
Christian sat next to his lab partner, Fiona Vert, a small girl with bright pinkish eyes and a high pitched voice during 7TH period, chem. She was soprano section leader in the chorus and very popular. She popped bright apple-green bubble gum bubbles over her sparkly green lips as she scribbled notes to her boyfriend in her notebook.
"Are you going to add the baking powder or what?" Christian asked. She blinked at him though her safety goggles and glanced at the beaker next to her.
"Maybe. Or not." She said a-matter-of-factly. "I don't know if I should. I mean, there could be catastrophic consequences of me adding the baking powder to that. . .SUBSTANCE!"
"Uh. . . it's just water. . " Christian suggested.
"Oh sure, that's what he wants you to think!"
"Who?"
"HE! Him! That man over there."
Christian looked. It was just their science teacher. A good natured old woman named Ms. McGibbin.
"Um, that's a woman."
"That's just what they WANT you to think. No, I'm sorry Christian, but it's not in the stars for me to add those two things together. I'm a strong believer in fate, and this just isn't mine." And with that she went back to writing.
Christian sighed. She pulled this act anytime real work was involved. He was used to it and completed the lab by himself. After class he started walking towards the library, but then realized that he didn't have an open anymore, but had to go to drama club. He changed his course and went into the classroom.
"CWISTIAN!" Toulouse cried happily, "We didn't think you would show up!"
"What? Why wouldn't I?" Christian asked, confused.
"Well, because, you might have ditched us. . . " the teacher, Doc Morris said.
Christian laughed, "Are you kidding?! I couldn't do that! And besides this is too fun." And he meant it too. He would rather read plays than sit in the library studying, and he was getting credits for this!
"Christian, we have the BEST news ever!" Said Lydia, a girl with long wavy black hair and sparkling green eyes.
"You do?" Christian asked, having a seat next to her. He looked at Doc who beamed happily.
"Yessir, Christian. We have all voted, and we want YOU to write this year's school play!"
Christian stared.
"What?! Me!?! Ohh! That's so great!! I have the perfect idea!" and he pulled out his paper he had handed to Mrs. Wickbone. She had given him a D- but he didn't care and knew that no one else would either. He handed it over to Doc.
"Read this and tell me what you think." He said. He then picked up the play they were reading: 'The Taming of The Shrew' by Shakespeare and lead the group. As they read, Lydia watched Christian over the top of her book. He was so stunning. His blue eyes shining brightly through his glasses, his soft brown hair slightly mussed from the day's events. His brow so furrowed with concentration. It was true, ever since he had step foot in that class room the day before she had been enamored with him, but he had been talking about how he was going rollerblading with Satine. He apparently liked her, and how was she supposed to compete with SATINE, miss red-haired wonder herself? She was thinking about this so deeply in fact, that she didn't even notice when it was her turn to read.
"Lyd?" Christian asked, gently, making her jump.
"Mm?" She asked.
"Your line."
"Oh. Sorry." And she read.
After class was over, Christian bolted to his locker, grabbed his stuff and sped home. He didn't want to be a second late for Satine. He threw on a clean shirt and got his rollerblades out of the closet. He was just about to run a comb through his hair when the doorbell rang. He started to answer it, but to his horror, his younger sister, Holly got there first.
"Oh! Hi, there!" Satine said friendlily. Holly smiled mischievously.
"Ohhh! You must be Satiiiiiiine! The girl that Christian is in lo-" but before she could blow his cover, Christian had turned on tv, and as the theme song to 'rug rats' blasted through the house, Holly stopped mid- sentence.
"Um, gotta go!" She said, and dashed upstairs to watch tv. Christian sighed and walked down to greet his guest.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi! Your sister, she's adorable!" Satine said. Such a girlish thing to say. . . grumble grumble.
"Yeah, I geuss." He rolled his eyes, "She can be a pain though."
"Eh, they all can. Lets get goin'!" She pulled on his arm and they rollerbladed down the street to the park.
"I'll race you!" She laughed, and zoomed off. Christian quickly sped after her. They raced until they reached the center, where every one hung out. Vendors sold popcorn, pretzels, cotton candy and hot dogs while local artists played their instruments for spare change. A kid that went to their school, who always wore a red hat, was playing with his band on the steps of the play house. Some people stood and bopped while others danced. Little kids played tag, ducking between the much taller adults, and couples had picnics on the grass. Christian turned to Satine who smiled at him with the sunlight shining in her hair.
"Let's dance!" She crooned, grabbing his hand. And they did, rollerblades and all, right in the middle of everyone, and they didn't even knock anyone over either! (good job, guys!) They danced until their throats burned from laughing, and their cheeks ached from smiling, and Christian bought them two milk shakes from a stand.
"Do you want a hot dog too?" He asked.
"Sure, I didn't have dinner." She said politely. As he skated off to buy them, Zidler's shadow fell upon her. She turned and frowned.
"Hey. . . what are you doing?" She asked.
"I think the question is what are YOU doing?" He crossed his arms.
"Rollerblading, with Christian. . . " She said raising an eyebrow.
"You shouldn't be. You're going to ditch him and come over with me and Weavling."
"No, I'm sorry, I can't just-"
"OH you can, Just!" Zidler said. Weavling came up to them and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Get off of me!" She snapped. When he didn't withdraw his hand, she yanked off the top of her milk shake and tossed it at him. He shrieked, and let go, wiping it out of his eyes. Satine bladed out of there, grabbing Christian and his hot dogs on the way. He skated her home, which was only a few houses down from his. As they stood on her front steps, only illuminated by a small lamp next to her door, Satine was shocked to realize, that she wanted their outing to be more than a friendly type. She looked up into his deep eyes and was pleased to see that he felt the same way.
"Thanks, this was fun." She purred, and kissed him. Quick and simple and hurried into her house. Christian stared. He pinched his wrist hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming and skated back home in a wistful haze.
-End day 2-
Oh no, prom is approaching, and there is much confusion to be sorted!
