A/N- Hullo, it's El here with one of the last chapters to come. UGH. I'm
sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! I know you must all hate me
for it, but it's a chance I'll take.
Currently, I am in Fredericksburg, Texas, visiting my grandparents. Now,
being from Washington, the heat is a little challenging to get used to, but
I'm getting there. I'll be here for almost my entire summer, then we'll
start heading back up to Washington. For those of you who don't know what
my summer holiday is, we let our June 25th, and we go back on September
3rd. Joy.
Anyway, read on and I hope you like!
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IT had been almost a day since the dreadful news about the Nine had come in. Although the Four were certainly not giving up, they all secretly agreed that if Andrew's scouts couldn't find them, it was highly unlikely that anyone else could. The Orchestra students were assembled for an emergency council- it was only a day away from the scheduled attack in the Eighth Grade Deep. The Orchestra students had readily accepted the Outcasts and Andrews help, thanking Andrew profusely. Sarah noted, however, that if they were this keen to get help, they must have known what kind of trouble they were in. The Four and the Honourary Fifth member had already gone over their plans for tomorrow. They would meet up in the Orchestra room, go down to Eighth Grade deep, and wage war. Elwyn and Rachel had stopped listening, preferring to have a sword fight with their bows. The bow hair on Elwyn's was unbleached, whilst Rachel's was white. Therefore, Elwyn was voted to be evil, and was pretending to be a Prep.
"Touche, mon cheri ami!" Elwyn wasn't quite sure why she was speaking randomly in French, especially since Preps didn't even know English. They, in fact, used and odd hybrid of ghetto slang and Spanish, mainly, "Hey chica!" Rachel parried a blow and ducked. However, the next blow came too fast.
"HA! You don't have an arm anymore!" Rachel put her right arm behind her back, and held her sword in her other hand, and held it up to her shoulder.
"Then I shall fight you with my stub!"
Elwyn fell over laughing, and was "killed" a moment later. They were about to have another go at it, when the sound of an extremely harassed Laura shouting something un-repeatable met their ears.
"WHAT THE HECK?!?! This-*thwap*-isn't-*thwap*-time-*thwap*-to-*thwap*-be- *thwap*-@%&*$$#-*thwap*-messing-*thwap*-around-*thawap*!!!!
Rachel and Elwyn hurried to pull Laura off the frightened Sixth Grader, while Sarah rushed forward and shouted, "LANGUAGE!" and began thwapping Laura.
"Are you. . . okay?" Asked Rachel. The Sixth Grader nodded.
"I was making faces at her when she wasn't looking, 'cause she's been really boring, y'know. They started to laugh, and Laura turned me around and attacked. My head's a little sore. . . " She then turned into the direction of Laura and yelled quite loudly, "It's not my problem that drippy prat has no sense of humor!"
Sarah obviously thought that the Sixth Grader deserved whatever she got, as she let go of her hair.
"I'm going to *kill* you!" The Sixth Grader screamed, and ran away, with Laura in hot pursuit.
"Well, you can't say she isn't persistent." Rachel said, and Elwyn nodded absent-mindedly.
Rachel scanned the sea of students in front of her, and found something very odd.
In the back, a pair of students were wearing pink A&F hoodies.
"El," she whispered. "Look." Both Sarah and Elwyn did. They seemed to be hiding their faces, and had on a coat of hot pink nail polish.
Andrew had been rummaging through his Magic the Gathering cards the entire time, looked up.
"What?"
"Laura had stopped harassing the girl and had overhead their conversation.
"Look what they're wearing."
Elwyn and Andrew looked at each other before shrugging and saying,
"So? They have bad fashion sense, or something?"
"That's A&F. That's banned here."
One of the students muttered something to her partner, and they both stood up and started to run.
"You! Stop moving!"
They both sprinted and were soon out the door. A hushed silence filled the room. Laura was about to follow, but Elwyn held her back.
"Laura, that was them. Two, if one wasn't bad enough. Whatever they wanted to hear, they got it. They know our plans."
A murmur ran through the crowd.
"El, we're gonna need reinforcements." Elwyn looked at Sarah.
"This is it. Cindy hasn't come back with anything, so I'm afraid we're on our own."
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A/N- Yeah, I know. Short. Maybe the heat's fuzzified my brain.
Anyway, read on and I hope you like!
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IT had been almost a day since the dreadful news about the Nine had come in. Although the Four were certainly not giving up, they all secretly agreed that if Andrew's scouts couldn't find them, it was highly unlikely that anyone else could. The Orchestra students were assembled for an emergency council- it was only a day away from the scheduled attack in the Eighth Grade Deep. The Orchestra students had readily accepted the Outcasts and Andrews help, thanking Andrew profusely. Sarah noted, however, that if they were this keen to get help, they must have known what kind of trouble they were in. The Four and the Honourary Fifth member had already gone over their plans for tomorrow. They would meet up in the Orchestra room, go down to Eighth Grade deep, and wage war. Elwyn and Rachel had stopped listening, preferring to have a sword fight with their bows. The bow hair on Elwyn's was unbleached, whilst Rachel's was white. Therefore, Elwyn was voted to be evil, and was pretending to be a Prep.
"Touche, mon cheri ami!" Elwyn wasn't quite sure why she was speaking randomly in French, especially since Preps didn't even know English. They, in fact, used and odd hybrid of ghetto slang and Spanish, mainly, "Hey chica!" Rachel parried a blow and ducked. However, the next blow came too fast.
"HA! You don't have an arm anymore!" Rachel put her right arm behind her back, and held her sword in her other hand, and held it up to her shoulder.
"Then I shall fight you with my stub!"
Elwyn fell over laughing, and was "killed" a moment later. They were about to have another go at it, when the sound of an extremely harassed Laura shouting something un-repeatable met their ears.
"WHAT THE HECK?!?! This-*thwap*-isn't-*thwap*-time-*thwap*-to-*thwap*-be- *thwap*-@%&*$$#-*thwap*-messing-*thwap*-around-*thawap*!!!!
Rachel and Elwyn hurried to pull Laura off the frightened Sixth Grader, while Sarah rushed forward and shouted, "LANGUAGE!" and began thwapping Laura.
"Are you. . . okay?" Asked Rachel. The Sixth Grader nodded.
"I was making faces at her when she wasn't looking, 'cause she's been really boring, y'know. They started to laugh, and Laura turned me around and attacked. My head's a little sore. . . " She then turned into the direction of Laura and yelled quite loudly, "It's not my problem that drippy prat has no sense of humor!"
Sarah obviously thought that the Sixth Grader deserved whatever she got, as she let go of her hair.
"I'm going to *kill* you!" The Sixth Grader screamed, and ran away, with Laura in hot pursuit.
"Well, you can't say she isn't persistent." Rachel said, and Elwyn nodded absent-mindedly.
Rachel scanned the sea of students in front of her, and found something very odd.
In the back, a pair of students were wearing pink A&F hoodies.
"El," she whispered. "Look." Both Sarah and Elwyn did. They seemed to be hiding their faces, and had on a coat of hot pink nail polish.
Andrew had been rummaging through his Magic the Gathering cards the entire time, looked up.
"What?"
"Laura had stopped harassing the girl and had overhead their conversation.
"Look what they're wearing."
Elwyn and Andrew looked at each other before shrugging and saying,
"So? They have bad fashion sense, or something?"
"That's A&F. That's banned here."
One of the students muttered something to her partner, and they both stood up and started to run.
"You! Stop moving!"
They both sprinted and were soon out the door. A hushed silence filled the room. Laura was about to follow, but Elwyn held her back.
"Laura, that was them. Two, if one wasn't bad enough. Whatever they wanted to hear, they got it. They know our plans."
A murmur ran through the crowd.
"El, we're gonna need reinforcements." Elwyn looked at Sarah.
"This is it. Cindy hasn't come back with anything, so I'm afraid we're on our own."
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A/N- Yeah, I know. Short. Maybe the heat's fuzzified my brain.