FYI:
~Personal Thoughts~
ESP
%The Written Word%
[Flashback]
"Normal Conversation (Duh)"
* Com Link or Telephone *
*Sound Effects (usually just Kurt's bamfing)
{Background noise--music, crowds, etc.}
CANNONBALL
"I can't believe school's starting again already. This totally bites. Ugh…three things I hate and they all start now…Monday, school, and *gag math." Bobby buried his head into his hands as he ruffled his hair. He then looked up and smirked into the mirror as he grabbed his backpack and started to head out.
"Yeah, two more years and we're done. Can't wait to be done with math, too. I'm going to fail this year. There's no way I'm going to pass FST." I stared at my reflection a whole lot less confidently then he did as I got my own backpack rubbing my temple trying to ease the pain of my black eye.
"I don't know what your deal is. You're a jock for God's sake. Start acting like it." He punched me in the shoulder as we walked down to the kitchen to grab something to eat quick before heading to school.
"Lucky you were born that far away so, we could both make fun of distance. Lucky that I love a foreign land for, the lucky fact of your existence."
Bobby paused at the kitchen door leaning his ear against it listening to God knows who singing. "Man someone's in a good mood." He cracked the door open and I think my jaw hit the floor.
"Baby I would climb the Andes solely to count the freckles on your body. Never could imagine there were only ten million ways to love somebody. Le do le le le le, le do le le le le. Can't you see I'm at your feet."
"You sure Beast isn't handing out drugs?" I quickly shut my mouth again as I watched Al dancing around the empty kitchen.
"Whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together. I'll be there and you'll be near and that's the deal my dear." She was dancing and singing to herself over a glass of what looked like tea.
"That's not drugs…that's sweet tea." He looked at me strangely as he looked back through the crack in the door.
"Thereover, hereunder, you'll never have to wonder. We can always play by ear but that's the deal my dear."
"Y' t'ink a homme could get in dere?" We both turned and stared at Remy. "Y' doin' de stalkin' t'ing again, Sam?"
"Lucky that my lips not only mumble, they spill kisses like a fountain. Lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains."
"Remy's t'inkin' dat he likes dis girl." He pushed past us and entered the kitchen smirking as he went. I followed quickly determined not to let him harass Al after she finally got outta the med lab.
"Lucky I have strong legs like my mother, to run for cover when I need it. And these two eyes that for no other, the day you leave will cry a river. Le do le le le le, le do le le le le. Can't you see I'm at your feet."
"Bonjour, petite." She giggled as she downed the rest of her glass.
"Hi. Hi Sam, Hi Bobby. You guys wanna glass?" I couldn't help but stare at her. Her black eye had disappeared as well as the other bruising that had decorated her face.
"If 's sweet tea like Remy t'inks it is." She nodded as she flipped a glass around in her hand like an expert bar tender and poured a glass out for him.
"Whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together. I'll be there and you'll be near and that's the deal my dear." She turned still dancing as she placed her own glass into the sink.
"How many glasses have you had?" I watched her curiously wondering just how big of a sugar high we were dealing with.
"Um…I remember four, maybe five…I dunno. Thereover, hereunder, you'll never have to wonder. We can always play by ear but that's the deal my dear. It's really helping with all that pain, better than morphine could. I don't even feel my aching ribs anymore."
I slapped my head at the thought. "What's the big deal with that?" Bobby took the pitcher next and poured himself a glass forming ice cubes to drop in the glass. He took a big swig and spit it back out immediately. "What the hell is that stuff?"
"Le do le le le le, le do le le le le. Think out loud, say it again. Le do le le le le. Tell me one more time, that you'll live, lost in my eyes."
"Jus' tea homme." Gambit downed the whole glass easily as I tried not to laugh at Bobby. Remy didn't even try to hold back as Bobby glared at him.
"Whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together, I'll be there and you'll be near, and that's the deal my dear. Thereover, hereunder, you've got me head over heals. There's nothing left to fear, if you really feel the way I feel."
"Al, what happened to your eye?"
"That's a dumb question Sam, you were there. My father is what happened." All three of us choked or coughed or reacted in some way.
I cleared my throat and kept my eye on her. "No, I mean the black eye is gone. What happened?"
"Oh, that…Kitty and half an hour of my precious sleeping time. This is why I never wear makeup." She shook her head slightly irritated then leaned forward on the counter batting her eyes. I noticed the green eye shadow then and could feel my face reddening at the way she was acting.
"'S a good look f' y' petite." I stamped on his foot and glared at him. "What was dat f'?"
"Rogue?" He grinned sheepishly as he took his glass and left.
"Have fun at school den femmes and hommes." Bobby continued to glare daggers at him as I turned back to Al.
"Are you sure you're in any shape to be driving? No offense, but someone could mistake you for being high on drugs." She shrugged as she grabbed her backpack off the floor and headed outta the kitchen towards the garage. I grabbed Bobby's arm as he shoved a piece of toast into his mouth.
"Food, eating, do you mind?"
"No, we're going to be late and personally I don't want detention on the first day and Kelly's just going to be looking for an excuse to be tossing one of us out today."
"Alright, I'm coming. Just don't mess with the shirt." I let him go rolling my eyes as we caught up with Al.
"Seriously, is this a good idea letting you behind the wheel?"
"You're right." She tossed me the keys to her truck and climbed into the passenger seat. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
"I can't drive. You're not eighteen and I only have a permit, and I could scratch it or something…"
"Now you're making excuses. Get in and drive already. Besides now's the time to scratch it, 'cause I'm planning on repainting it anyway."
"Hey, someone forget me?" She pushed a button and the driver's seat flipped forward allowing Bobby to climb in back. "Well, I guess I can live with supervising this little party." I quickly flipped the seat back hitting him square in the nose causing him to sit back. "Stupid people who just need to admit they like each other."
Al just grinned as she stared out the front window. "I think I might have heard something, but then it could have just been an iceberg melting." Bobby frowned and stuck out his tongue at her as I started the engine and pulled the truck out.
"What color are you going to paint it anyway?"
"I was thinking aqua." Bobby groaned and rolled his eyes as we passed through the gates and started to school.
HYDRA
"Hi ya." The secretary looked up at me in a not so pleased fashion. "I'm new and I kinda need to pick up a schedule so I can go bug the teachers instead of you." I shot her a smile as I leaned my chin on my hand, which I had propped up on the counter.
She sighed as she began tapping the keyboard. "Name?"
"Allison Williams." She dramatically pressed the enter key and tapped her foot against the desk impatiently as she waited on the printer. She picked the schedule up and slid it across the counter at me. "Thanks, ma'am." I took it and walked back outta the office reading down over it.
%Period 1: AP English--Mrs. Janice Cowlsill 119
Period 2: AP Government--Mr. William Tippahei 410
Period 3: Accounting III--Mrs. Ginny Moaramerav 108
Period 4: Lunch
Period 5: Latin III--Mr. Stewart Maxgillmar 337
Period 6: AP Calculus--Mr. Russell Beeninbowgin 213
Period 7: Honors Chem. II--Mr. Ronald Hotjohn 401% (A/N: K-Owl-Sill; Tip-Ah-Hee; More-Ah-Mer-Av; Max-Gill-Mar; Ben-In-Bow-Gin; Hot-John)
~Oh joy, AP, AP, and more AP. Anyone have a sharp instrument I can impale myself with? Oh wait, I've already been down that road. It didn't work.~ I walked up and down the halls searching for my locker and thoroughly lost. I finally gave up when I realized I was passing room 128. ~Well, it would be easier just to go to first period and try again later.~
I opened the door slowly and poked my head in sheepishly. "Hi, is this AP English?"
"Yes, it is. Now what's your name dear?"
"Allison Williams, but ev'ryone calls me Al or Spanky." There were a few snickers from a group of preppy looking cheerleader types and I shot the one closest to me a smirk. ~Well, if it isn't our friendly neighborhood soda-jerk.~ She quickly grew quiet as I found a seat towards the back.
"Our first project for the year will be the analysis of poetry." She passed out the books and I allowed myself to zone out slightly as I stared out the window. A small smile played across my face as I watched the gym class stretching and running around the track. I could make out Bobby, Sam, and Ray goofing off slightly separated from the rest of the class.
"For homework tonight I'd like all of you to try and write a poem about something that inspires you. It can be about anything…love, seasons, flowers…" There was a lot of groaning from the guys and me as she listed off possible topics. "…or even sports. Remember poetry isn't about rhyming so don't get yourselves frustrated."
The bell rang and I grabbed my poetry book up off my desk and ran out into the hall. The mob of students pushed me to the opposite side of the hall and I happened to look up and see my locker. ~That was luck.~ I spun in the assigned combination and smiled when it opened on my first try. I stuffed in my poetry book and backpack figuring I didn't really need it for the first day then looked back at my schedule. ~I take that back, history books are huge and accounting always has multiple texts.~ I grabbed my blue corduroy backpack back out and slammed the locker shut hurrying to the opposite corner of the school.
I sat down in the classroom just as the bell rang cursing the length of the school. Already there were two large textbooks placed on each desk. I looked down at 'em and groaned. "I'd like to welcome you all to AP Government. As well as the texts on your desk I'd like to have each of you considering purchasing a book that'll serve as a great aid on the AP exam." ~As if two books isn't bad enough--he wants us to go and get another one.~
"Alright, for homework, read chapter one, take some notes on it and have this worksheet completed for tomorrow." ~What is up with these teachers and their massive loads of homework? It's the first day for God's sake.~
I cursed the god who made me run back to the same corner of the school I'd just left for my next period class. Again I arrived just as the bell rang as I sank down into my seat. "Well, I'm Mrs. Moaramerav and I'd like to welcome you all to Accounting III. I think we'll have a lot of fun in this class exploring the business world." ~Right explore all you want…I'm only doing this to eventually get a job for the FBI.~ I smirked as I twirled a pencil in my fingers grateful for a decent sized textbook and a small paperback work book. I flipped through the pages grateful for the familiarity of the journal pages that were just waiting to be filled with what would look like a jumble of meaningless numbers but to me was gigantic math problem. "For your homework tonight, I'd like for you to enjoy yourselves because I'm sure your other teachers have loaded it on for you." I looked up at the woman in shock as the rest of my class cheered. ~She really is blonde. But that's cool.~
I slowly walked down the hall 'til I reached my locker and gratefully unloaded my new books into it as I tried to get my bearings and find the cafeteria. I found it after a few mis-starts and sunk down at a table. ~I suppose I should eat since I only had sugar for breakfast.~ I looked around me and saw the green chicken they happened to be serving and took it back. I rested my head on the table enjoying the slight roar of noise around me. ~I find some odd things to be enjoyable.~
"Er…hello." I snapped up and looked a blonde curly haired girl who was holding a tray of food.
"Hi. Am I sitting at your table? I'm new, I'll just be going." I went to stand up but she set her tray down and grabbed my arm dragging me back down into my chair.
"No it's cool. My name's Gail Gimmenny." (A/N: Jim-Ah-Knee)
"Hi, I'm Al." She raised an eyebrow at my name so I quickly finished. "…lison Williams."
"Cool, I've got a nickname too. Everyone calls me Dimmeny. You know, like a dimwit." ~Is that a thing to be proud of?~ Several other girls sat down and none seemed to mind my presence. "That's Rose Maray, Melanie or Mel Badanratu, Kirsten Ghemman, and Jill Facerty. This is Allison Williams." (A/N: Ma-ray; Bad-an-rat-too; Ghem-men; Fack-er-tee)
"Hey y'all." Rose who was extremely thin and had long dark hair looked up when she noticed my accent.
"Are you southern or something?"
"Nope, just hick." I laughed as she continued watching me with curiosity.
Jill who'd sat down next to me picked up the conversation next. "So, where exactly are you from?"
"Pennsylvania. Just an itty bitty town, though." She nodded then grinned as she leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"You'll have to stick around so they quit treating me like the new girl." I smiled as she went back to eating her packed lunch and picked up that there weren't many sugars in her diet. ~She must be diabetic.~
"You know I wouldn't have thought anyone would be sticking around us this long." I looked up at Rose surprised. Without a lunch I didn't have anything better to do then watch them. "We're chorus and band geeks. Don't you have cheerleaders or football players to be trying to suck up to?"
"Why should I? The cheerleaders already hate my guts and the football players all try and kill me." I laughed at their shocked expressions. "I'm on the football team so the cheerleaders don't like me and the guys try and tackle me, comprendo?"
"Sí." Rose seemed to be into Spanish but I only knew bits and pieces from the crop pickers who hung out at the orchards back home. "So you're the girl that's on everyone's tongue."
"Hopefully it's good things."
"Mostly about how you got beat up after a practice in the parking lot." I stiffened slightly at the mention of my father's abuse.
"I'd rather not talk about that."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"No, it's cool. It wouldn't be that big a deal except it was my father." They all turned to stare at me now with curious expressions.
"What's up, ladies?" Their shock slowly turned to pure disgust as a guy sat down at the table his arms loaded up with books, which he dropped into the center. I leaned to once side to see around the books and look at him. He was the gangly geeky type and the only thing shocking about his appearance was the fact that he didn't have a pocket protector. "Oh, you're new. I'm Chris Gacy." (A/N: Gay-see)
This time the other blonde girl at the table who I figured was Kirsten, leaned over and whispered to me. "If you ignore him he might go away." I snickered as I pushed the books teetering on the top of the stack so they slid down into his lap.
"I'm Al. Now what are all these for? You do know there's only three periods left in the day and they haven't had the opportunity to load you up for books. So what are these for?"
"My morning classes." He looked slightly off guard by my attitude towards him but the girls all giggled at his confusion.
"Don't you have a locker or something?" I pushed the next book off the top and sent that sliding as well. He caught it before it hit the floor and glared at me.
"Yes."
"Oh, then maybe you're too dumb to know how to use it. I'll fill you in hon, you put your books in it when you don't need 'em." He blushed furiously causing the girls to give up the battle and burst out laughing out loud. He was completely flustered as he stood back up and left.
"Definitely a keeper." Rose grinned at me broadly as she tossed a cookie at me.
"What's this a treat for the puppy?"
"Cualquier trabajo, el perrito." (A/N: Sure thing, puppy.) I took a bite outta the cookie and leaned back in my chair causing it to go back on two legs. ~This place could be fun.~
"I don't have a clue what you just said."
"Hey." Another guy came by and sat down in the chair that Chris had previously occupied. He seemed like the cool, collected, and artistic type. I was about to dig into him as well when I realized these girls were in awe. ~Okay, someone tell me what just happened.~ "Are you really Allison Williams?"
"Uh huh. And what's you name again, hon?"
"Peter Prunell. But you can call me Pete." (A/N: Prune-l)
"Uh huh. How do you know my name again?"
"Oh, yeah. I've heard everyone talking about this new girl who was shaking up the football team. You fit the bill, so I figured she was you." I nodded slowly still trying to figure out why Rose's mouth was hanging down while she stared at the guy now sitting beside her. "Well, I'll see you at the football game."
He waved and left as I turned my attention to Rose. "Watch it, you'll catch flies that way." She snapped her mouth shut and stared back at me.
"You just talked to the most popular guy in this whole school without flinching."
"Jealous?"
She stammered slightly the frowned. "No. I just…"
"She really likes him but she'll never get the courage up to tell him even if he is a year younger than all of us." Gail smirked as she took a drink of her milk and nearly avoided Rose tipping it up and spilling it into her lap.
"I can relate."
"Really?" Rose looked surprised by my input then her eyes shifted to watch someone walk behind me. I felt a tug at my hair and a chair scraping as it pulled up to the table.
"What are you suddenly too good for this country boy?"
"Hey Sam."
"I see the sugar's winding down."
"Yeah, and I'm feeling really tired now. Don't you ever let me drink that much sweet tea at once ever again."
"Gladly. You scared the crap outta me this morning."
"Come on my singing isn't that bad, is it?"
"Shakira?"
"Okay, strange choice coming from me but still…"
"Man, are you coming are you going to have a tea party with the girls?" Sam sighed at Bobby's smart comment and stood up.
"Catch you later."
I waved as he left and Rose smiled at me knowingly. "Looks like I'm not the only one who has a thing for a junior. He's a jock and everything."
"A quiet, shy, self-doubting, jock," I corrected. The bell rang and I slung my backpack over my shoulder and went in search of my Latin class.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well, it's been a li'l while since I've posted. Sorry about that. I've been suber busy. I don't think I can emphasize that enough. Another li'l side note is that I think my muse decided to hit the road on me and well, that just wasn't a very nice thing for her to do.
Gotta say, I love my readers, and I don't try and piss you off for no reason by not posting. So lets all give a shout for my muse to come home so that I can write.