'Junior Year'
By Anne Parkington
Day 3 is dedicated to: Donkey Punch! And im not excited, I mean I AM but that's not why I put the [!] there, its part of the name. I think you should all go and download their songs cuz they're funny and I love them. It's also dedicated to Lizzy, cuz she's my chan chan and she's eveywhere I go so its kinda hard NOT to!
[Day 3]
last period of the day, AGAIN. Christian was so anxious to get out of there, to see Satine again, that he barely even noticed what was going on in Drama club. It wasn't until Doc threw a wadded up piece of paper of his head, that he even blinked.
"YO! Lover boy, can we please focus?" He asked. Christian blinked, and nodded.
"Okay, you and I will direct and cast and all that. Lydia you will be in charge of. . . " Doc trailed.
"Costumes." She muttered, and looked back down at her note book. She had cut out a picture of Christian from her brother's year book (hey, no use ruining hers) and pasted on a page. She was now drawing little hearts all around his head.
"Good, and we'll get the band teacher to teach the orchestra and Christian can be vocal coach, and every one else will automatically be put in. You still need to try out, you understand. . "
"Of course!" Toulouse exclaimed jumping up. He ran over to Christian and smooshed his face between his hands.
"This is amazing Cwistian! This is going to be the best show evewr!" He squeeled. Christian gasped for air, but the Argentinean bounded over and hugged him.
"YOU HAVE SO MUCH TALANT!!!!" He boomed, crunching his bones.
"ahh, thanks. . . " Christian managed. The bell rang, and Christian made his way to the locker area, wincing as his bones tried to go back to where they were before. He gingerly slung his back pack over his shoulder and started out towards his car. He was stopped in the lobby by Lydia.
"Hey!" She said brightly. Christian smiled.
"Hi."
She smiled at him for a moment, but then realized what she had stopped him for:
"OH yeah! Heh, I read your paper. . . " she started rummaging through her bag, "And I have a few questions? Since, I'm doing costumes and. . . oh damn I left it in my locker, can you wait here for a second. . . you don't have to catch a bus or anything do you?"
"No, sure I'll wait." Christian nodded.
"Great!" Lydia flashed him a grin before dashing off towards the locker bay. As soon as she left, Satine came out of the principal's office.
"Oooh, Satine's in TROUBLE!" Christian teased. Satine laughed.
"Oh yes, because I'm SUCH a delinquent!" She looked at him and tilted her head, "You're not. . . weirded out about last night are you?" She asked. Christian shook his head.
"No. . I'm just a little. . . wow. . ." he looked at the ceiling, "Just a little confused you know. . . because, you. . and I. . . and Weavling. . "
"Well, you're definitely a screwdriver in the machine. . . but. . " and before she could anymore, he claimed her lips. She sunk into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. As they stood there oblivious to the world around them, Lydia came running back. She stopped short when she saw, and her heart crumbled. She turned and walked away, only looking back once at the girl she wished she was.
Yeah, I know this was short but. . . it was a short day. . . Reviews are appreciated!
By Anne Parkington
Day 3 is dedicated to: Donkey Punch! And im not excited, I mean I AM but that's not why I put the [!] there, its part of the name. I think you should all go and download their songs cuz they're funny and I love them. It's also dedicated to Lizzy, cuz she's my chan chan and she's eveywhere I go so its kinda hard NOT to!
[Day 3]
last period of the day, AGAIN. Christian was so anxious to get out of there, to see Satine again, that he barely even noticed what was going on in Drama club. It wasn't until Doc threw a wadded up piece of paper of his head, that he even blinked.
"YO! Lover boy, can we please focus?" He asked. Christian blinked, and nodded.
"Okay, you and I will direct and cast and all that. Lydia you will be in charge of. . . " Doc trailed.
"Costumes." She muttered, and looked back down at her note book. She had cut out a picture of Christian from her brother's year book (hey, no use ruining hers) and pasted on a page. She was now drawing little hearts all around his head.
"Good, and we'll get the band teacher to teach the orchestra and Christian can be vocal coach, and every one else will automatically be put in. You still need to try out, you understand. . "
"Of course!" Toulouse exclaimed jumping up. He ran over to Christian and smooshed his face between his hands.
"This is amazing Cwistian! This is going to be the best show evewr!" He squeeled. Christian gasped for air, but the Argentinean bounded over and hugged him.
"YOU HAVE SO MUCH TALANT!!!!" He boomed, crunching his bones.
"ahh, thanks. . . " Christian managed. The bell rang, and Christian made his way to the locker area, wincing as his bones tried to go back to where they were before. He gingerly slung his back pack over his shoulder and started out towards his car. He was stopped in the lobby by Lydia.
"Hey!" She said brightly. Christian smiled.
"Hi."
She smiled at him for a moment, but then realized what she had stopped him for:
"OH yeah! Heh, I read your paper. . . " she started rummaging through her bag, "And I have a few questions? Since, I'm doing costumes and. . . oh damn I left it in my locker, can you wait here for a second. . . you don't have to catch a bus or anything do you?"
"No, sure I'll wait." Christian nodded.
"Great!" Lydia flashed him a grin before dashing off towards the locker bay. As soon as she left, Satine came out of the principal's office.
"Oooh, Satine's in TROUBLE!" Christian teased. Satine laughed.
"Oh yes, because I'm SUCH a delinquent!" She looked at him and tilted her head, "You're not. . . weirded out about last night are you?" She asked. Christian shook his head.
"No. . I'm just a little. . . wow. . ." he looked at the ceiling, "Just a little confused you know. . . because, you. . and I. . . and Weavling. . "
"Well, you're definitely a screwdriver in the machine. . . but. . " and before she could anymore, he claimed her lips. She sunk into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. As they stood there oblivious to the world around them, Lydia came running back. She stopped short when she saw, and her heart crumbled. She turned and walked away, only looking back once at the girl she wished she was.
Yeah, I know this was short but. . . it was a short day. . . Reviews are appreciated!
