Hey! Bumble Bee here! Sorry this took so long to get out. I'm really tied
up with Choir and school and junk not to mention writer's block for about 2
weeks. And sorry this is so short. As I said I had (have.kinda) writer's
block. I know what I want to happen later but right now..I'm stuck. So this
is my lead-up chapter. Also, I wanted to make Gaia and Jason more important
characters so I'm gonna do chapters in their POV's. K? K. Ok, this is a lot
of stuff I need to tell all you peoples. A) I don't know what Prerie Du
Chein looks like or how big it's school is. All I know is that my dad was
born there. B) I don't know how big Hillridge High is so I'm guessing. I
also don't know what their colors are so I made them up. C) I'm still in
Middle School so I don't know what classes you take in High School. And
last but not least, D) I own Jason, Gaia, and Jolie. That's it!
I got my house today! Yeah! We just moved and our loan went through! YEAH!!!!!!
But, my math teacher got mad at my class for making so much noise (I don't talk at all in math thank you very much) and is now giving us so much homework next week. Said so herself. She also said if it happened again, she'd give the whole class detentions (which I don't deserve) Sigh.Well, on with the story!
GO ROOSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Roosters are my school team.YEAH!!!!!! GO US!!!!!!!!!..stopping)
*~&~* Gaia*~&~*
"Wow. So this is Hillridge High. It's huge!" I said gaping at the building I saw before me a week after the Coaster Kingdom escapade.
Miranda laughed, "It's like you haven't seen it before."
"I haven't. Remember? Jason and I just moved here." I walked up the steps and through the doors, into the realm of high school.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Miranda laughed at herself, "So what was your school like in Prerie Du Chein?"
"It wasn't this big, that's for sure." I gazed down the halls at the hundreds of lockers implanted in the walls.
Miranda smiled, "We were supposed to meet the others near Lizzie's locker, right?"
"Yup . Number 333." I looked at the number on my hand that I had scribbled down this morning, before running to the Bean (which is about a 5 minute walk from my house) to meet Miranda for breakfast. We had agreed to meet up so that we could help keep Jolie off Gordo and Lizzie's case. I knew Jolie best. I had met her on the plane to Hillridge. She had gabbed about how many boyfriends she had and how many were jerks and how many were quote unquote too, like, totally way too annoying and how she got her friends (Like she had any) to leave her alone while she was with her boyfriend of the week. We decided to use her techniques against her.
"That's right there." Miranda pointed to a blue locker on the right side of the hall, "I guess they aren't here yet."
"Well, we are an hour early for school." I reminded her. We had stayed at the Bean for a little while (we had planned on staying for 2 hours.) but we couldn't control the excitement of a new school year. I don't get that. None of us like school, yet we get excited about the new school year. Oh well. Not important right now.
"Good point. So what classes do you have? Besides Choir, I mean."
We all had agreed to do Choir for one of our electives so we could start the day together. We hadn't told Jolie but, unfortunately, she decided she was going to "like, try the, like, music thingy."
I handed her my schedule and read hers. It was this:
1 hour - Select Choir
2 hour - Social Studies
3 hour - Language Arts
4 hour - FACS I
5 hour - Earth Science
6 hour - Math
7 hour - Reading
8 hour - Spanish I
Strange. That looked oddly familiar. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh!!!!!" I squealed, "We have the exact same schedule!"
"No way!" Miranda grabbed her schedule back from me and compared the two. "Ohmigosh!!!!! You're right! This is going to be the best year ever!" We squealed some more until we were interrupted.
"What's all the joy about?" Lizzie asked, opening her locker and putting in her new books, making sure to stuff her book bag in while she was at it.
"We got the exact same schedule!" I squealed again.
"No way! That' s like a 1: 1,000,000 chance!" Gordo exclaimed. I'd only been here a short time but already I knew Gordo thought with the logical side of his brain.
"Give me your schedules! Maybe we all have the same classes!" Miranda grabbed all of the small pieces of yellow paper and sat on the ground with her binder open. Lizzie and I watched her expectantly while Gordo warned Jason about certain people (I think I heard the name Kate Saunders and Claire Miller, but what do I care? I don't know 'em) and certain places to walk ("People will throw their binders at you if you walk through the North hall alone.") and so on.
"Nope." Miranda looked up, "we don't have the same schedules, but we do have at least one person with us in all of our classes. Hey, where's Jolie?"
I looked around. I hadn't noticed she wasn't here.
"Oh. She decided she, like, needed her, like, beauty sleep." Jason said mimicking Miss Pink. He finished with a twirl. We all laughed.
"Whatever." Miranda wiped some sleep from her eyes, "Anyway, here. This is who is in each class with who."
I looked at the chart she had composed quickly. Sure enough, none of us had a class alone.
"This so rules!" Lizzie exclaimed happily "6 of my classes with my boyfriend, 6 classes with my best friend since kindergarten, 5 classes with my best female friend since a week ago and 4 classes with my best male friend since a week ago! This totally rules!" Lizzie kissed Gordo on the cheek. "Doesn't this rule, Gordo?"
"Yes it does, Liz. But let's cut down on the sugar in the breakfast cereal okay?"
"Hey!" Lizzie hit his shoulder playfully.
"Oh, look. It's the geek squad. And they've new members. Isn't that cute." I heard a snotty voice from behind me. I turned to see a blonde girl wearing a cheerleader's outfit (blue mini skirt with a blue and white top) wearing way too much make-up, in my opinion, with a hand on her hip. "So get out of my way. Go on. Shoo-shoo."
"And who would you be Princess?" I asked, mimicking her and placing a hand on my hip.
"Gaia. Stop." Lizzie hissed at me.
"Why should I? She doesn't have the right to call my friends geeks." I said slightly irritated that Lizzie would just take that from this snot.
"Actually, I do. I'm Kate Sanders. And as head cheerleader, I control your social status. I can make you popular," she snorted, "or I can make you a bigger nerd then Larry Tudgeman, so I'd watch your mouth around me."
"And again I say it, why should I? I don't care if you think I'm cool or not. I have my friends and they won't ditch me. And guess what? I think you're a bigger nerd than this Larry Tudgeman. So go on. Shoo-shoo." I spun on my heel back toward my friends gaping mouths. Even my brother couldn't believe what I had just done. I didn't get what the big deal was but little did I know, I would soon find out.
"Whatever." I heard Kate's heels walk down the hall and turn a corner.
"What? She deserved it." I said to four (still) gaping friends.
"You.just." Gordo started.
"Called Kate Sanders a nerd." Miranda said in awe.
"Yeah, and?" I asked. I still didn't get this.
"Nothing. I'll tell you later." Lizzie shook her head and slammed her locker shut, apparently shocking the remaining open mouthed statues with the loud noise.
"Oh! My locker! I still haven't found it!" Miranda cried suddenly.
"What's your number?" Jason asked.
"335." I gave her a Look.
"You mean that one? Two lockers down from Lizzie?" I asked.
"Yup!" She giggled at her blonde moment, walking over to the locker and prying it open. "Great. I get the locker that gets stuck this year. I thought that locker was reserved for Mcguire here."
"Hey!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"C'mon Liz, I don't want to have to pick up pieces of Miranda from around the hallway." Gordo said putting his hand on her arm.
"Are you saying I'd lose Mr. Gordon?" Miranda asked after pounding on the locker door.
"I'm not saying that Miss Sanchez. I'm saying Lizzie would win." He smirked.
"Gordo." Miranda stated simply.
"Yeah?"
"Run." And with that, Gordo took off down the hall, running for his life.
Jason laughed and walked to the other side of the hall and opened his locker, number 564. The lockers were set up so that the boys were on one side of the hall and the girls on the other. Gordo's locker was 565. Lizzie's already got it memorized. I followed suit and opened locker 334, stuffing my books in one of the metal shelves and hanging my bag on the hook. I picked up my binder and jumped back so as not to be turned into a pancake by a terrified Gordo and a very angry Miranda.
"It's 7:45 guys!" I yelled. They hadn't heard me and kept on running. I sighed and walked into a safe corner in the hall, preparing myself for when Gordo and Miranda came around again.
Sure enough, Gordo came sprinting around the corner and tried to run in another circle but Lizzie caught him before he could continue onwards. She had her hands around his waist and Gordo turned around and kissed the tip of her nose, smiling all the while.
"David Zephyr Gordon! You get back here this instant!" Miranda yelled rounding the same corner Gordo had moments ago. She spotted Gordo and smiled, seeing he was stuck at the moment and continued her pursuit to severely hurt our friend David. But that's when my brother stepped in. Using the same swift motion Lizzie did, he held onto Miranda so she couldn't run after Gordo again. Miranda stopped struggling and soon realized the position she was in. She blushed and so did Jason. At that moment, an idea struck me like a lightning bolt. I smiled looking back and forth between the couple and the soon-to-be couple. That's right. I was going to play Matchmaker. 'This was going to be fun.' I thought as the bell rang and we all ran to our first class of the year.
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I got my house today! Yeah! We just moved and our loan went through! YEAH!!!!!!
But, my math teacher got mad at my class for making so much noise (I don't talk at all in math thank you very much) and is now giving us so much homework next week. Said so herself. She also said if it happened again, she'd give the whole class detentions (which I don't deserve) Sigh.Well, on with the story!
GO ROOSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Roosters are my school team.YEAH!!!!!! GO US!!!!!!!!!..stopping)
*~&~* Gaia*~&~*
"Wow. So this is Hillridge High. It's huge!" I said gaping at the building I saw before me a week after the Coaster Kingdom escapade.
Miranda laughed, "It's like you haven't seen it before."
"I haven't. Remember? Jason and I just moved here." I walked up the steps and through the doors, into the realm of high school.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Miranda laughed at herself, "So what was your school like in Prerie Du Chein?"
"It wasn't this big, that's for sure." I gazed down the halls at the hundreds of lockers implanted in the walls.
Miranda smiled, "We were supposed to meet the others near Lizzie's locker, right?"
"Yup . Number 333." I looked at the number on my hand that I had scribbled down this morning, before running to the Bean (which is about a 5 minute walk from my house) to meet Miranda for breakfast. We had agreed to meet up so that we could help keep Jolie off Gordo and Lizzie's case. I knew Jolie best. I had met her on the plane to Hillridge. She had gabbed about how many boyfriends she had and how many were jerks and how many were quote unquote too, like, totally way too annoying and how she got her friends (Like she had any) to leave her alone while she was with her boyfriend of the week. We decided to use her techniques against her.
"That's right there." Miranda pointed to a blue locker on the right side of the hall, "I guess they aren't here yet."
"Well, we are an hour early for school." I reminded her. We had stayed at the Bean for a little while (we had planned on staying for 2 hours.) but we couldn't control the excitement of a new school year. I don't get that. None of us like school, yet we get excited about the new school year. Oh well. Not important right now.
"Good point. So what classes do you have? Besides Choir, I mean."
We all had agreed to do Choir for one of our electives so we could start the day together. We hadn't told Jolie but, unfortunately, she decided she was going to "like, try the, like, music thingy."
I handed her my schedule and read hers. It was this:
1 hour - Select Choir
2 hour - Social Studies
3 hour - Language Arts
4 hour - FACS I
5 hour - Earth Science
6 hour - Math
7 hour - Reading
8 hour - Spanish I
Strange. That looked oddly familiar. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh!!!!!" I squealed, "We have the exact same schedule!"
"No way!" Miranda grabbed her schedule back from me and compared the two. "Ohmigosh!!!!! You're right! This is going to be the best year ever!" We squealed some more until we were interrupted.
"What's all the joy about?" Lizzie asked, opening her locker and putting in her new books, making sure to stuff her book bag in while she was at it.
"We got the exact same schedule!" I squealed again.
"No way! That' s like a 1: 1,000,000 chance!" Gordo exclaimed. I'd only been here a short time but already I knew Gordo thought with the logical side of his brain.
"Give me your schedules! Maybe we all have the same classes!" Miranda grabbed all of the small pieces of yellow paper and sat on the ground with her binder open. Lizzie and I watched her expectantly while Gordo warned Jason about certain people (I think I heard the name Kate Saunders and Claire Miller, but what do I care? I don't know 'em) and certain places to walk ("People will throw their binders at you if you walk through the North hall alone.") and so on.
"Nope." Miranda looked up, "we don't have the same schedules, but we do have at least one person with us in all of our classes. Hey, where's Jolie?"
I looked around. I hadn't noticed she wasn't here.
"Oh. She decided she, like, needed her, like, beauty sleep." Jason said mimicking Miss Pink. He finished with a twirl. We all laughed.
"Whatever." Miranda wiped some sleep from her eyes, "Anyway, here. This is who is in each class with who."
I looked at the chart she had composed quickly. Sure enough, none of us had a class alone.
"This so rules!" Lizzie exclaimed happily "6 of my classes with my boyfriend, 6 classes with my best friend since kindergarten, 5 classes with my best female friend since a week ago and 4 classes with my best male friend since a week ago! This totally rules!" Lizzie kissed Gordo on the cheek. "Doesn't this rule, Gordo?"
"Yes it does, Liz. But let's cut down on the sugar in the breakfast cereal okay?"
"Hey!" Lizzie hit his shoulder playfully.
"Oh, look. It's the geek squad. And they've new members. Isn't that cute." I heard a snotty voice from behind me. I turned to see a blonde girl wearing a cheerleader's outfit (blue mini skirt with a blue and white top) wearing way too much make-up, in my opinion, with a hand on her hip. "So get out of my way. Go on. Shoo-shoo."
"And who would you be Princess?" I asked, mimicking her and placing a hand on my hip.
"Gaia. Stop." Lizzie hissed at me.
"Why should I? She doesn't have the right to call my friends geeks." I said slightly irritated that Lizzie would just take that from this snot.
"Actually, I do. I'm Kate Sanders. And as head cheerleader, I control your social status. I can make you popular," she snorted, "or I can make you a bigger nerd then Larry Tudgeman, so I'd watch your mouth around me."
"And again I say it, why should I? I don't care if you think I'm cool or not. I have my friends and they won't ditch me. And guess what? I think you're a bigger nerd than this Larry Tudgeman. So go on. Shoo-shoo." I spun on my heel back toward my friends gaping mouths. Even my brother couldn't believe what I had just done. I didn't get what the big deal was but little did I know, I would soon find out.
"Whatever." I heard Kate's heels walk down the hall and turn a corner.
"What? She deserved it." I said to four (still) gaping friends.
"You.just." Gordo started.
"Called Kate Sanders a nerd." Miranda said in awe.
"Yeah, and?" I asked. I still didn't get this.
"Nothing. I'll tell you later." Lizzie shook her head and slammed her locker shut, apparently shocking the remaining open mouthed statues with the loud noise.
"Oh! My locker! I still haven't found it!" Miranda cried suddenly.
"What's your number?" Jason asked.
"335." I gave her a Look.
"You mean that one? Two lockers down from Lizzie?" I asked.
"Yup!" She giggled at her blonde moment, walking over to the locker and prying it open. "Great. I get the locker that gets stuck this year. I thought that locker was reserved for Mcguire here."
"Hey!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"C'mon Liz, I don't want to have to pick up pieces of Miranda from around the hallway." Gordo said putting his hand on her arm.
"Are you saying I'd lose Mr. Gordon?" Miranda asked after pounding on the locker door.
"I'm not saying that Miss Sanchez. I'm saying Lizzie would win." He smirked.
"Gordo." Miranda stated simply.
"Yeah?"
"Run." And with that, Gordo took off down the hall, running for his life.
Jason laughed and walked to the other side of the hall and opened his locker, number 564. The lockers were set up so that the boys were on one side of the hall and the girls on the other. Gordo's locker was 565. Lizzie's already got it memorized. I followed suit and opened locker 334, stuffing my books in one of the metal shelves and hanging my bag on the hook. I picked up my binder and jumped back so as not to be turned into a pancake by a terrified Gordo and a very angry Miranda.
"It's 7:45 guys!" I yelled. They hadn't heard me and kept on running. I sighed and walked into a safe corner in the hall, preparing myself for when Gordo and Miranda came around again.
Sure enough, Gordo came sprinting around the corner and tried to run in another circle but Lizzie caught him before he could continue onwards. She had her hands around his waist and Gordo turned around and kissed the tip of her nose, smiling all the while.
"David Zephyr Gordon! You get back here this instant!" Miranda yelled rounding the same corner Gordo had moments ago. She spotted Gordo and smiled, seeing he was stuck at the moment and continued her pursuit to severely hurt our friend David. But that's when my brother stepped in. Using the same swift motion Lizzie did, he held onto Miranda so she couldn't run after Gordo again. Miranda stopped struggling and soon realized the position she was in. She blushed and so did Jason. At that moment, an idea struck me like a lightning bolt. I smiled looking back and forth between the couple and the soon-to-be couple. That's right. I was going to play Matchmaker. 'This was going to be fun.' I thought as the bell rang and we all ran to our first class of the year.
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