You know the basic deal, Jack Sparrow and the whole schpeal of people are
plopped down into the future. Eh, I just felt like writing this. Should I
continue?
BTW I dunno Barbossa's first name in the movie so it's gunna be MIKE! If anyone knows than review on it!
Jack sat in front of the bathroom mirror, weaving hair in between his fingers to make short, thin braids all around his head. Holding a braid in his hand, he glanced at his gaudy wristwatch and rolled his eyes. School started in ten minutes.
Finishing up his braids, Jack rimmed his eyes with his sister's eyeliner and stood. He was wearing a black hoody and baggy black jeans with a few holes in the left knee. He had skateboarding shoes with holes in the toes and his fingernails were painted black. He had a handful of rings on, and a variety of bracelets than piled up to his mid-lower arm.
Jack looked himself over. Bloody new schools. More people to judge and be judged by, what a waste of time.
He grabbed an old black bookbag from a chair in the kitchen and then his walkman from the counter. Then he went and got in the old Malibu in his driveway, and pulled out onto the maple-tree shadowed street.
Pulling up to an intersection where he should've turned straight, a Dunkin Donuts caught Jack's eye and he turned left instead.
After a drive that took much longer than it should've, Jack Sparrow pulled into Port Royale High's parking lot. The school was like any other, really. Nothing special here.
Jack wandered into the Administration building and walked into the office. The woman at the desk looked up at him over sharp glasses with hawk eyes. "And you are?" Her voice was shrill.
"Jack Sparrow. New here."
The woman's over-tweezed eyebrow raised. She rolled in her chair over to another desk and got a small pile of papers with the name Sparrow on it. "Your sister, Maria, was already here," She said, making it sound like an accusation.
Jack laughed. His mother must've registered his sister as 'Maria' instead of Anamaria. "Yes well my sister takes less time to prepare in the morning than I do, savvy?"
Another eyebrow raise.
"Quite. You'll be sharing a locker, number 923. A map of the school is folded and paperclipped to your locker information. Homeroom, classes, and rooms are all on the pink schedule. A Welcome letter is in there, in green."
Jack grimaced. This woman had to be too organized for her own good. "Er. . . thank you." He walked out quickly and went up to the second floor to find his locker.
The first thing he learned was how to hit his locker so it opened without combination. The second was that his lockermate was an artist. The third? She was a girl.
Jack grinned at the tampon on the top shelf. He opened it an hung it from the coat hook, then took out a pen and drew a smiley face on it. "Ah, the perfect décor." Jack looked at the rest of the minimal decorations. There was a sticker that said, "I bite, hard" and a hand-drawn picture of a faery with dragon wings. Then there was a picture of two people who had to be siblings, a girl and a boy. They had their arms on each other's shoulders. The girl might be his locker mate. For some reason, he doubted it was the guy.
She was pretty. Purplish blue eyes and long black hair in braids. Mocha skin that looked soft and a cute face. Jack hoped she was his locker mate.
Not doing much but dropping off his bookbag and folding his schedule into his pocket, he closed the door of peeling red paint.
Jack wandered to the homeroom that was assigned to him. "Mr. Norrington. Eich. How Brit."
The door was open and he walked in. The man he assumed to be Norrington stood and said, "Hello. And you would be?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Sparrow. Jack Sparrow." Norrington held out his hand and Jack looked at it, then wrung his own hands together.
The class giggled. Someone in the back of the room cooed at Jack, making fun of his last name.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Sparrows don't coo, you whelp. Pigeons do, like the one who obviously shit all over your shirt- whoops! I mean, pooped."
Norrington eyed him. "Take your seat, Mr. Sparrow."
Jack's eyebrow went back up at the formality. He grinned, "So I'm Mr. Sparrow. Does that mean I can call you. . ." He glanced at his schedule, which stated the teacher's names, "James?"
"Enough, Sparrow."
The class giggled.
"Oh, so it's Sparrow, now? Have I been downsized?"
"MISTER SPARROW! I advise you to close your mouth before you get detention on the first day."
Jack shrugged and Norrington grew red in the face. He opened his mouth to throw a detention at him, but the bell rung and Jack and the rest of the class rushed out.
In the hallway Jack was approached by a young woman with long blonde hair and curious brown eyes. "Hello! That was brilliant in class! Elizabeth Swann," She stretched out her hand.
Jack eyed it, then looked at her.
Elizabeth retracted her hand, and smiled nervously. "So, where are you going?"
Jack shrugged, and pulled out his schedule. He didn't have time to look at it, though, because Elizabeth snatched it out of his hands.
"Eee! We have geometry together!" Elizabeth squealed. Another boy from homeroom passed them, and immediately her attention shifted.
"Will! Come here, Will!"
A boy with longish, slightly curly brown hair stopped, looked around, and walked up to the duo. "Hello, Liz. Who's this?" He looked up through his bangs with warm brown eyes.
"Jack Sparrow, from homeroom. Jack, this is Will Turner."
Jack nodded distractedly. Another person walked out of his home-room. A girl. The girl in his locker. "Hold that thought, would you?"
The two looked at him, confused. He pushed between them. "Excuse me," Jack said, tapping on the girl's shoulder, "Is your locker number 923?"
The girl nodded, a worried look growing on her face. "Did someone. . ."
Jack shook his head and smiled. "No. We're locker mates. Jack Sparrow, and you are?"
"Venice Spade."
What a pretty name. What a pretty girl. . .
Jack nodded. "Eh, do you know where geometry is?"
She smiled. "Yeah, I'm going there now."
Jack grinned. "Good. Hold on. . ." Jack remembered that Liz had his schedule. He wandered back over to the two. "Erm, I need my schedule, Liz."
She blushed and handed it to him. Will said, "Why don't you walk with us to Geometry?"
"Sorry mates, I'm walking with my locker buddy."
"Who?" Liz looked around.
"Venice Spade." Jack loved how it rolled off his tongue, and in his reverie he barely noticed the look of disgust come to Liz's pretty face.
"Ew. . . she's so weird! Walk with us!" Liz clutched onto Jack's arm. Jack's face grew a surprised, almost disgusted look on it. Did Will just glare at him?
Across the hall Venice watched as Liz Swann grabbed onto Jack. She rolled her eyes. 'Friends with that poser? Please.' And she walked off.
Jack turned around to get away, but his face fell when he saw that Venice had left. He turned back to the two behind him. "Oh, fine. Shall we?"
In geometry, he caught sight of Venice immediately, who was concentrating fiercely on a notebook in front of her. 'Is she really doing the warm-up on the first day?' Jack rolled his eyes. 'Oh god.'
Jack went to sit near the back of the room, but was surprised to see names on the desks. 'Oh bloody hell, we have assigned seats?' He wandered about, looking for his name.
Hey ironico, he found it to the immediate left of Venice Spade. Elizabeth sat behind Venice, and Will sat two seats down from Liz. Rolling his eyes, he cursed alphabetical order for sticking him next to a goody-two-shoes. Oh well, at least he could copy off of her.
Looking over, he realized that maybe she wasn't a goody-two-shoes after all. She was drawing in a sketchbook, not writing down answers. He grinned.
"Hello, miss me?" Venice looked up, surprised. She smiled shortly and looked behind her.
"Oh bloody hell. It's the mindless mod-squad."
"Ouch. What was that for?"
She raised her arched eyebrow. "You're obviously new here. And you hooked up with Liz Swann?"
Jack snorted, and a few people around him looked at his crudeness. "Oh bloody hell yourself! Liz? She's nuts! I'm not 'hooked up' with her."
Venice's face brightened. "Well, that's an M & M of a different color."
Jack smiled. "Can I see?" He said, gesturing to her sketchbook.
Her face grew uneasy again. "Oh come on! I won't laugh."
She hesitantly handed it over. On it was an extremely well drawn woman figure, hugging her knees and crying. "Wow. This is really good."
Venice rolled her eyes. "Sure."
"I mean it! Except for the sketchiness of the lines and the lack of color and everything, it looks real. Shadows are in the right place. Feet and hands well formed and proportionate. Face evened out and it has personality."
Venice was surprised at Jack's real description of her picture. It wasn't some shit answer.
She warmed up a little to him. "You were funny in homeroom. Norrington's an ass."
"So was that pigeon kid."
She laughed. "Mike Barbossa. No one really likes him too much, but he has his own crew." Jack loved her laugh. . .
Jack contemplated the name, remembered it. He looked to the door.
"Ana? Ha! What are you doing in geometry!" He joked to his twin sister. Anamaria Sparrow rolled her eyes and searched for her name tag. Which of course was right next to Jack.
"You retard. We're supposed to switch seats."
Jack grinned. "No we aren't. Mom registered you as Maria."
Ana gagged. "You've gotta be shitting me!"
"Nope. Old Hawk Woman at the front desk called you Maria."
Obviously Ana remembered the woman, because a distgusted look came on her face. "Erk. Were her eyes as yellow as her teeth or was it just the light?"
Venice snorted and laughed. "Nope, they're both pretty yellow."
"And you would be?" Ana looked at her.
"This is Venice Spade, my dear sister."
"And can't she introduce herself?"
"Yes, but we wouldn't want you to scare her off."
"Jack you're gunna get it when we get home you Eunuch."
Will spoke up. "Eunuch?"
"Guy without a dick, love," Jack said, laughing. "And I'm not a Eunuch!"
BTW I dunno Barbossa's first name in the movie so it's gunna be MIKE! If anyone knows than review on it!
Jack sat in front of the bathroom mirror, weaving hair in between his fingers to make short, thin braids all around his head. Holding a braid in his hand, he glanced at his gaudy wristwatch and rolled his eyes. School started in ten minutes.
Finishing up his braids, Jack rimmed his eyes with his sister's eyeliner and stood. He was wearing a black hoody and baggy black jeans with a few holes in the left knee. He had skateboarding shoes with holes in the toes and his fingernails were painted black. He had a handful of rings on, and a variety of bracelets than piled up to his mid-lower arm.
Jack looked himself over. Bloody new schools. More people to judge and be judged by, what a waste of time.
He grabbed an old black bookbag from a chair in the kitchen and then his walkman from the counter. Then he went and got in the old Malibu in his driveway, and pulled out onto the maple-tree shadowed street.
Pulling up to an intersection where he should've turned straight, a Dunkin Donuts caught Jack's eye and he turned left instead.
After a drive that took much longer than it should've, Jack Sparrow pulled into Port Royale High's parking lot. The school was like any other, really. Nothing special here.
Jack wandered into the Administration building and walked into the office. The woman at the desk looked up at him over sharp glasses with hawk eyes. "And you are?" Her voice was shrill.
"Jack Sparrow. New here."
The woman's over-tweezed eyebrow raised. She rolled in her chair over to another desk and got a small pile of papers with the name Sparrow on it. "Your sister, Maria, was already here," She said, making it sound like an accusation.
Jack laughed. His mother must've registered his sister as 'Maria' instead of Anamaria. "Yes well my sister takes less time to prepare in the morning than I do, savvy?"
Another eyebrow raise.
"Quite. You'll be sharing a locker, number 923. A map of the school is folded and paperclipped to your locker information. Homeroom, classes, and rooms are all on the pink schedule. A Welcome letter is in there, in green."
Jack grimaced. This woman had to be too organized for her own good. "Er. . . thank you." He walked out quickly and went up to the second floor to find his locker.
The first thing he learned was how to hit his locker so it opened without combination. The second was that his lockermate was an artist. The third? She was a girl.
Jack grinned at the tampon on the top shelf. He opened it an hung it from the coat hook, then took out a pen and drew a smiley face on it. "Ah, the perfect décor." Jack looked at the rest of the minimal decorations. There was a sticker that said, "I bite, hard" and a hand-drawn picture of a faery with dragon wings. Then there was a picture of two people who had to be siblings, a girl and a boy. They had their arms on each other's shoulders. The girl might be his locker mate. For some reason, he doubted it was the guy.
She was pretty. Purplish blue eyes and long black hair in braids. Mocha skin that looked soft and a cute face. Jack hoped she was his locker mate.
Not doing much but dropping off his bookbag and folding his schedule into his pocket, he closed the door of peeling red paint.
Jack wandered to the homeroom that was assigned to him. "Mr. Norrington. Eich. How Brit."
The door was open and he walked in. The man he assumed to be Norrington stood and said, "Hello. And you would be?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Sparrow. Jack Sparrow." Norrington held out his hand and Jack looked at it, then wrung his own hands together.
The class giggled. Someone in the back of the room cooed at Jack, making fun of his last name.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Sparrows don't coo, you whelp. Pigeons do, like the one who obviously shit all over your shirt- whoops! I mean, pooped."
Norrington eyed him. "Take your seat, Mr. Sparrow."
Jack's eyebrow went back up at the formality. He grinned, "So I'm Mr. Sparrow. Does that mean I can call you. . ." He glanced at his schedule, which stated the teacher's names, "James?"
"Enough, Sparrow."
The class giggled.
"Oh, so it's Sparrow, now? Have I been downsized?"
"MISTER SPARROW! I advise you to close your mouth before you get detention on the first day."
Jack shrugged and Norrington grew red in the face. He opened his mouth to throw a detention at him, but the bell rung and Jack and the rest of the class rushed out.
In the hallway Jack was approached by a young woman with long blonde hair and curious brown eyes. "Hello! That was brilliant in class! Elizabeth Swann," She stretched out her hand.
Jack eyed it, then looked at her.
Elizabeth retracted her hand, and smiled nervously. "So, where are you going?"
Jack shrugged, and pulled out his schedule. He didn't have time to look at it, though, because Elizabeth snatched it out of his hands.
"Eee! We have geometry together!" Elizabeth squealed. Another boy from homeroom passed them, and immediately her attention shifted.
"Will! Come here, Will!"
A boy with longish, slightly curly brown hair stopped, looked around, and walked up to the duo. "Hello, Liz. Who's this?" He looked up through his bangs with warm brown eyes.
"Jack Sparrow, from homeroom. Jack, this is Will Turner."
Jack nodded distractedly. Another person walked out of his home-room. A girl. The girl in his locker. "Hold that thought, would you?"
The two looked at him, confused. He pushed between them. "Excuse me," Jack said, tapping on the girl's shoulder, "Is your locker number 923?"
The girl nodded, a worried look growing on her face. "Did someone. . ."
Jack shook his head and smiled. "No. We're locker mates. Jack Sparrow, and you are?"
"Venice Spade."
What a pretty name. What a pretty girl. . .
Jack nodded. "Eh, do you know where geometry is?"
She smiled. "Yeah, I'm going there now."
Jack grinned. "Good. Hold on. . ." Jack remembered that Liz had his schedule. He wandered back over to the two. "Erm, I need my schedule, Liz."
She blushed and handed it to him. Will said, "Why don't you walk with us to Geometry?"
"Sorry mates, I'm walking with my locker buddy."
"Who?" Liz looked around.
"Venice Spade." Jack loved how it rolled off his tongue, and in his reverie he barely noticed the look of disgust come to Liz's pretty face.
"Ew. . . she's so weird! Walk with us!" Liz clutched onto Jack's arm. Jack's face grew a surprised, almost disgusted look on it. Did Will just glare at him?
Across the hall Venice watched as Liz Swann grabbed onto Jack. She rolled her eyes. 'Friends with that poser? Please.' And she walked off.
Jack turned around to get away, but his face fell when he saw that Venice had left. He turned back to the two behind him. "Oh, fine. Shall we?"
In geometry, he caught sight of Venice immediately, who was concentrating fiercely on a notebook in front of her. 'Is she really doing the warm-up on the first day?' Jack rolled his eyes. 'Oh god.'
Jack went to sit near the back of the room, but was surprised to see names on the desks. 'Oh bloody hell, we have assigned seats?' He wandered about, looking for his name.
Hey ironico, he found it to the immediate left of Venice Spade. Elizabeth sat behind Venice, and Will sat two seats down from Liz. Rolling his eyes, he cursed alphabetical order for sticking him next to a goody-two-shoes. Oh well, at least he could copy off of her.
Looking over, he realized that maybe she wasn't a goody-two-shoes after all. She was drawing in a sketchbook, not writing down answers. He grinned.
"Hello, miss me?" Venice looked up, surprised. She smiled shortly and looked behind her.
"Oh bloody hell. It's the mindless mod-squad."
"Ouch. What was that for?"
She raised her arched eyebrow. "You're obviously new here. And you hooked up with Liz Swann?"
Jack snorted, and a few people around him looked at his crudeness. "Oh bloody hell yourself! Liz? She's nuts! I'm not 'hooked up' with her."
Venice's face brightened. "Well, that's an M & M of a different color."
Jack smiled. "Can I see?" He said, gesturing to her sketchbook.
Her face grew uneasy again. "Oh come on! I won't laugh."
She hesitantly handed it over. On it was an extremely well drawn woman figure, hugging her knees and crying. "Wow. This is really good."
Venice rolled her eyes. "Sure."
"I mean it! Except for the sketchiness of the lines and the lack of color and everything, it looks real. Shadows are in the right place. Feet and hands well formed and proportionate. Face evened out and it has personality."
Venice was surprised at Jack's real description of her picture. It wasn't some shit answer.
She warmed up a little to him. "You were funny in homeroom. Norrington's an ass."
"So was that pigeon kid."
She laughed. "Mike Barbossa. No one really likes him too much, but he has his own crew." Jack loved her laugh. . .
Jack contemplated the name, remembered it. He looked to the door.
"Ana? Ha! What are you doing in geometry!" He joked to his twin sister. Anamaria Sparrow rolled her eyes and searched for her name tag. Which of course was right next to Jack.
"You retard. We're supposed to switch seats."
Jack grinned. "No we aren't. Mom registered you as Maria."
Ana gagged. "You've gotta be shitting me!"
"Nope. Old Hawk Woman at the front desk called you Maria."
Obviously Ana remembered the woman, because a distgusted look came on her face. "Erk. Were her eyes as yellow as her teeth or was it just the light?"
Venice snorted and laughed. "Nope, they're both pretty yellow."
"And you would be?" Ana looked at her.
"This is Venice Spade, my dear sister."
"And can't she introduce herself?"
"Yes, but we wouldn't want you to scare her off."
"Jack you're gunna get it when we get home you Eunuch."
Will spoke up. "Eunuch?"
"Guy without a dick, love," Jack said, laughing. "And I'm not a Eunuch!"