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I stared at Celeste as she doodled on her notebook. From what I could see it was a boy with long hair claws fangs and kitty ears running at Crocker. He looked like he was about to slash Crocker. Wouldn't that be great?
Her watch attracted my attention. I guessed it had cost more then my entire wardrobe. Its face was white with the pink glittery playboy bunny signature. Tiny diamonds surrounded the face, and even the hands had tiny diamonds on them. I wouldn't doubt it had been custom made, which would have made it even more expensive.
I was confused by what she had said to Trixie, ' what now, and you going to threaten to make my life hell? Too late harsh reality has already done that.' I didn't understand why would reality affect her so much, any person here with her kind of money lives in their own fantasy. But Celeste...Celeste kept it real.
And there was something familiar about her. But how could that be? The only thing about her that's the least bit like anything I am familiar to is her honey colored hair. It had the same textures and highlights as mine. And her attitude was far from anything I had ever seen in my whole life. No one I had ever met stood up to Trixie like that.
"Celeste!" Mr. Frost snapped, taking advantage of the ability to answer a question she knew nothing about. "What is the chemical that counter acts poison chlorine?"
She stared up at him. She had been adding shading to her picture. She smiled confidently. "Urgh" She groaned and shrunk slightly in her seat, " urine."
"Wro... I mean right...how did you get that? Your weren't paying any attention?"
Celeste began to fidget with the jelly bracelets on her left arm as she stared at him blankly. He absent look reminded so much of Jessica Simpson I felt ashamed of being blond. "They taught us this material two years ago in the all girls boarding school I went to in England. That's about the only thing I can remember because it's so disgusting." She shuddered and went back to shading the picture.
He nodded as she turned away and continued on with the lesson. Obviously Celeste had been paying attention. Multitasking.
Still, in the back of my mind the question nagged at me. What is it that harsh reality has done to her? I grabbed a scrap piece of paper from my binder and quickly scrawled, ' what is it that makes your life hell?'
I passed the note over to her and she stared at it. Her face fell and a look of pain replaced her blank one. She seemed to choke slightly and as she turned to face me I felt sympathy for her, yet I didn't know what I felt it for.
Celeste bit her lip and tears began to form in her eyes. She reminded me of a sad puppy who had been kicked too much. Her eyes seemed to ask me for help; actually she seemed to beg for it with her eyes. She took a deep breath and spoke. "I...I will tell you o...o...once I know and trust you more..."
I nodded, it made sense, but my mind began to make up stories of just what it could be. She could have been raped and had a child as a result. She could be abused by her parents, or molested. There are so many things out there that can ruin a person's life that it's impossible to name them all.
She glanced at Timmy, who appeared to be conversing with his pen. A strange expression twisted her face as she stared at him then turned to me. "Is he always like that? I mean talking to inanimate objects?"
I nodded and her eyes widened slightly and then shivered turning back to her picture as if it didn't matter too much. For the past six years I had wondered about my best friends sanity.
At the beginning of grade seven he had been so happy because we were free of Crocker, or so we thought. He followed us to Middle, and then High school because of his crazy belief that Timmy has fairy godparents. The teacher has only become worse over the years and has made Timmy extremely paranoid.
That could explain his odd habit of talking to pink or green objects. Only pink or green, I had never seen him talk to others, what was with that? At least he didn't talk to every single last inanimate object he found, that would scare me just a little too much.
A lot of people here in Dimmsdale had personality disorders. There was Tootie, the younger sister of Timmy's evil exbabysitter Vicky. She had been obsessed with Timmy from the time we were 10 until we were 14. Everyone knew she still liked him just like everyone knew Veronica liked Timmy. But her obsession had gone down to a healthy teenage crush.
Lately though, she acted awfully hyper, but got as snappish as Celeste had been with Trixie. If those two end up being friends I do not want to know what this place will end up like.
*Begin Vision Thingy*
Timmy sat in a cage wearing, of all things, a Speedo, Tootie was jumping up and down screaming things like, 'now you're my sexy bitch' and 'I love you!' Celeste stood by a door collecting cash from extremely scary girls, Veronica included.
*End vision thingy*
I shuddered, now that was a scary thought. But funny and I could see it happening, which made it even more scary. I shuddered again I turned to Celeste, who was looking from her schedule to her watch.
"Mr. Frost!!!!!!" She yelled running to his desk we he sat and shoving it her wrist that the watch was on in his face. "LOOK!"
"Yes, it's a very nice watch, please sit down before I am forced to give you a detention." He replied looking slightly fearfully at Celeste.
"No! At the time! Your clock is five minutes slooooow! Us special people can leave for next class now!"
"Oh..." He grabbed her wrist in his left hand, pulled out the button and turned it back five minutes. "Your watch is fast...." He said as the bell went off.
Celeste rolled her eyes, and everyone quickly scrambled out of the classroom, heading to their next class. Which for Celeste and I, the two unluckiest teenagers alive, was Crocker's Math class. The though of eighty full minutes of the fairy crazed teacher sent chills up and down my spine.
Other students were crowded around the door gawking at the insane teacher. I heard the instrumental version of the real Slim Shady playing loudly and Crocker's voice singing his own little version of it.
"I'm Denzel Crocker, yes I'm Denzel Crocker, all you other Denzel Crockers are just imitating.
"Y'all act like you've never seen a madman before, like FAIRY GODPARENTS just burst through the door, granting their godchildren wishes..." He noticed everyone standing around and turned off the music then began to mumble under his breathe, spasing out every few moments and yelling, FAIRY GODPARENTS!
Everyone shrugged then headed to their seats, Celeste sat in the very center of the room, and impulsively I sat in the seat to her left. As usual Crockers ramble about numbers and fractions decimals and ratios made my head hurt.
I knew that later on I would get a better explanation from A.J he always helped me to sort out the cries of 'fairy godparents' from the actual lesson plan. BY the looks of Celeste's horrified stare she would need some help having it sorted out as well.
As soon as I thought of the blond she pulled out a tube of lip-gloss with a ballerina on it clearly marked in big bold letters, ' fairy gloss.' Crockers as searched over the classroom for any student who could yell at when his eyes found the lip-gloss.
He walked over to Celeste, slouched over just as badly as always his signature sneer in place. "I must confiscate this to reasons unknown to...FAIRY GODPARENTS!" He grabbed the gloss and she glared after him bitterly.
"YOU JERK!" She snapped grabbing another from her bag. "MY AUSSIE FRIEND GAVE ME THAT!"
Crocker started twitching uncontrollably and fell to the ground, passing out. Celeste leant over and poked him sharply in the rib cage he remained still. "OH MY GOD! I THINK I KILLED HIM!" she yelled then shrugged. "Well... what are you waiting for? He's fainted, let's leave before he comes to!"
Celeste snatched the lip-gloss from his hand and with the rest of us left the classroom for an hour and ten minutes of free time.
*** YAY! Second chapter up! It's longer, it doesn't look it, but it is! I swear to god it is! Don't look at me like that! Please review! I'll love you forever if you do!
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I stared at Celeste as she doodled on her notebook. From what I could see it was a boy with long hair claws fangs and kitty ears running at Crocker. He looked like he was about to slash Crocker. Wouldn't that be great?
Her watch attracted my attention. I guessed it had cost more then my entire wardrobe. Its face was white with the pink glittery playboy bunny signature. Tiny diamonds surrounded the face, and even the hands had tiny diamonds on them. I wouldn't doubt it had been custom made, which would have made it even more expensive.
I was confused by what she had said to Trixie, ' what now, and you going to threaten to make my life hell? Too late harsh reality has already done that.' I didn't understand why would reality affect her so much, any person here with her kind of money lives in their own fantasy. But Celeste...Celeste kept it real.
And there was something familiar about her. But how could that be? The only thing about her that's the least bit like anything I am familiar to is her honey colored hair. It had the same textures and highlights as mine. And her attitude was far from anything I had ever seen in my whole life. No one I had ever met stood up to Trixie like that.
"Celeste!" Mr. Frost snapped, taking advantage of the ability to answer a question she knew nothing about. "What is the chemical that counter acts poison chlorine?"
She stared up at him. She had been adding shading to her picture. She smiled confidently. "Urgh" She groaned and shrunk slightly in her seat, " urine."
"Wro... I mean right...how did you get that? Your weren't paying any attention?"
Celeste began to fidget with the jelly bracelets on her left arm as she stared at him blankly. He absent look reminded so much of Jessica Simpson I felt ashamed of being blond. "They taught us this material two years ago in the all girls boarding school I went to in England. That's about the only thing I can remember because it's so disgusting." She shuddered and went back to shading the picture.
He nodded as she turned away and continued on with the lesson. Obviously Celeste had been paying attention. Multitasking.
Still, in the back of my mind the question nagged at me. What is it that harsh reality has done to her? I grabbed a scrap piece of paper from my binder and quickly scrawled, ' what is it that makes your life hell?'
I passed the note over to her and she stared at it. Her face fell and a look of pain replaced her blank one. She seemed to choke slightly and as she turned to face me I felt sympathy for her, yet I didn't know what I felt it for.
Celeste bit her lip and tears began to form in her eyes. She reminded me of a sad puppy who had been kicked too much. Her eyes seemed to ask me for help; actually she seemed to beg for it with her eyes. She took a deep breath and spoke. "I...I will tell you o...o...once I know and trust you more..."
I nodded, it made sense, but my mind began to make up stories of just what it could be. She could have been raped and had a child as a result. She could be abused by her parents, or molested. There are so many things out there that can ruin a person's life that it's impossible to name them all.
She glanced at Timmy, who appeared to be conversing with his pen. A strange expression twisted her face as she stared at him then turned to me. "Is he always like that? I mean talking to inanimate objects?"
I nodded and her eyes widened slightly and then shivered turning back to her picture as if it didn't matter too much. For the past six years I had wondered about my best friends sanity.
At the beginning of grade seven he had been so happy because we were free of Crocker, or so we thought. He followed us to Middle, and then High school because of his crazy belief that Timmy has fairy godparents. The teacher has only become worse over the years and has made Timmy extremely paranoid.
That could explain his odd habit of talking to pink or green objects. Only pink or green, I had never seen him talk to others, what was with that? At least he didn't talk to every single last inanimate object he found, that would scare me just a little too much.
A lot of people here in Dimmsdale had personality disorders. There was Tootie, the younger sister of Timmy's evil exbabysitter Vicky. She had been obsessed with Timmy from the time we were 10 until we were 14. Everyone knew she still liked him just like everyone knew Veronica liked Timmy. But her obsession had gone down to a healthy teenage crush.
Lately though, she acted awfully hyper, but got as snappish as Celeste had been with Trixie. If those two end up being friends I do not want to know what this place will end up like.
*Begin Vision Thingy*
Timmy sat in a cage wearing, of all things, a Speedo, Tootie was jumping up and down screaming things like, 'now you're my sexy bitch' and 'I love you!' Celeste stood by a door collecting cash from extremely scary girls, Veronica included.
*End vision thingy*
I shuddered, now that was a scary thought. But funny and I could see it happening, which made it even more scary. I shuddered again I turned to Celeste, who was looking from her schedule to her watch.
"Mr. Frost!!!!!!" She yelled running to his desk we he sat and shoving it her wrist that the watch was on in his face. "LOOK!"
"Yes, it's a very nice watch, please sit down before I am forced to give you a detention." He replied looking slightly fearfully at Celeste.
"No! At the time! Your clock is five minutes slooooow! Us special people can leave for next class now!"
"Oh..." He grabbed her wrist in his left hand, pulled out the button and turned it back five minutes. "Your watch is fast...." He said as the bell went off.
Celeste rolled her eyes, and everyone quickly scrambled out of the classroom, heading to their next class. Which for Celeste and I, the two unluckiest teenagers alive, was Crocker's Math class. The though of eighty full minutes of the fairy crazed teacher sent chills up and down my spine.
Other students were crowded around the door gawking at the insane teacher. I heard the instrumental version of the real Slim Shady playing loudly and Crocker's voice singing his own little version of it.
"I'm Denzel Crocker, yes I'm Denzel Crocker, all you other Denzel Crockers are just imitating.
"Y'all act like you've never seen a madman before, like FAIRY GODPARENTS just burst through the door, granting their godchildren wishes..." He noticed everyone standing around and turned off the music then began to mumble under his breathe, spasing out every few moments and yelling, FAIRY GODPARENTS!
Everyone shrugged then headed to their seats, Celeste sat in the very center of the room, and impulsively I sat in the seat to her left. As usual Crockers ramble about numbers and fractions decimals and ratios made my head hurt.
I knew that later on I would get a better explanation from A.J he always helped me to sort out the cries of 'fairy godparents' from the actual lesson plan. BY the looks of Celeste's horrified stare she would need some help having it sorted out as well.
As soon as I thought of the blond she pulled out a tube of lip-gloss with a ballerina on it clearly marked in big bold letters, ' fairy gloss.' Crockers as searched over the classroom for any student who could yell at when his eyes found the lip-gloss.
He walked over to Celeste, slouched over just as badly as always his signature sneer in place. "I must confiscate this to reasons unknown to...FAIRY GODPARENTS!" He grabbed the gloss and she glared after him bitterly.
"YOU JERK!" She snapped grabbing another from her bag. "MY AUSSIE FRIEND GAVE ME THAT!"
Crocker started twitching uncontrollably and fell to the ground, passing out. Celeste leant over and poked him sharply in the rib cage he remained still. "OH MY GOD! I THINK I KILLED HIM!" she yelled then shrugged. "Well... what are you waiting for? He's fainted, let's leave before he comes to!"
Celeste snatched the lip-gloss from his hand and with the rest of us left the classroom for an hour and ten minutes of free time.
*** YAY! Second chapter up! It's longer, it doesn't look it, but it is! I swear to god it is! Don't look at me like that! Please review! I'll love you forever if you do!