IT'S BEEN AWHILE, CHAPTER 5
**omg sooo sorry for the long wait without a chapter! Eek, seven months! ;x sorry about that!!! I kind of forgot about this story, along with my Boy Meets World story. I'll try to stay on the ball this time! Please review
TC stared at the door in shock. It was definitely Chris. A slightly older Chris, but Chris none-the-less. She still had the same white-blonde hair and forever-tanned skin. But it didn't seem real to him.
Chris neared the group, her face wearing an expression of shock. "So, this is what you do on your off days?" She asked, half-jokingly, shooting a look of hurt at Corey. "Chris! What...What are you doing here?" he asked, still kind of disbelieving.
"I'm surprised Corey hasn't told you. I was promoted, TC! Aar and me are in Del James," she said happily. "I don't understand," TC said. "What don't you understand?" Chris asked simply.
"You are the one who didn't want to be here anymore. You are the one who didn't want the kids to know each other. But you're the one here," TC responded, getting a little agitated.
Chris was taken back, and the hurt was etched on her face. "Well excuse me, TC. I was promoted. This will be a good chance..." she trailed off. Chris didn't know what to say.
"A good chance for what, Chris?" TC demanded. Corey just stared at him. She figured he'd be happy. He had been the one that wanted the three together, in the first place.
(at the school)
"Okay, class, we have a new student today," the teacher, Mr. Thomas, told the class of twenty-two kids. He was thoroughly confused. Although not totally identical, the new kid looked much like a student of his-Aarit Callaway. This boy, Aarick Kelly, had the same white-blonde hair and the same basic facial features. The only differences were that Aarit had much shorter hair, while Aarick sported a kind of 'page-boy' hair style. And the only mark on Aarit's face was a mole on the right side of his chin. This kid had at least two or three scars marking his face.
He could tell the kids in the class's reactions were close to his. He had been kind of weirded out at first and had asked the boy if he had any family in the school. Aarick, whose voice was much gruffer than the soft- spoken Aarit, had answered, "No. My mom moved me out here from Nevada. And California sucks."
Although the other nineteen kids had kind of given the new kid weird looks and glanced back and forth from their classmate to the new kid, Aarit hadn't looked up.
Aarit's friend Richard nudged him. "Dude, there's a new kid. He looks exactly like you," Richard said.
Aarit looked up from his drawing. Although he sat in the back of the class, he could tell that the facial features and the fact that they were both lanky were similar, but that was about it. Aarit just wore jeans and a plain white shirt, but this kid was wearing ridiculously baggy jeans and a button-up shirt over a sleeveless blue muscle shirt.
"So?" Aarit asked. He was much more practical than Richard, and most kids his age. "So! Maybe he's, like, your brother or something'. You don't even know who your mother is, so maybe."
Richard was blunt, and Aarit was used to it, so he didn't even flinch. "I have a sister. Ashley. You know, you're scared of her," Aarit sneered. Richard smirked back. "Not funny. And I'm NOT scared," he snapped. "You ran from her!" Richard rolled her eyes, "she had stolen Russ's hammer!"
Almost everyone in the class knew that Aarit's dad was a cop, and most had met him and others in the department. Richard lived in the same area that Russ and Jamie did, so he knew them especially.
"Aarit, Richard, please pay attention."
Mr. Thomas hadn't made a big deal out of the obvious similarity between Aarick Kelly and Aarit Callaway. Although, it wasn't exactly coincidental that he decided to move Jessica Ramsey from next to Aarit and place the new boy there.
"Sorry," the answered simultaneously. Neither had noticed that Aarick had been placed near them, and had heard the entire conversation.
**I know this chapter sucked...Badly...But I'm trying to get back in the flow (
**omg sooo sorry for the long wait without a chapter! Eek, seven months! ;x sorry about that!!! I kind of forgot about this story, along with my Boy Meets World story. I'll try to stay on the ball this time! Please review
TC stared at the door in shock. It was definitely Chris. A slightly older Chris, but Chris none-the-less. She still had the same white-blonde hair and forever-tanned skin. But it didn't seem real to him.
Chris neared the group, her face wearing an expression of shock. "So, this is what you do on your off days?" She asked, half-jokingly, shooting a look of hurt at Corey. "Chris! What...What are you doing here?" he asked, still kind of disbelieving.
"I'm surprised Corey hasn't told you. I was promoted, TC! Aar and me are in Del James," she said happily. "I don't understand," TC said. "What don't you understand?" Chris asked simply.
"You are the one who didn't want to be here anymore. You are the one who didn't want the kids to know each other. But you're the one here," TC responded, getting a little agitated.
Chris was taken back, and the hurt was etched on her face. "Well excuse me, TC. I was promoted. This will be a good chance..." she trailed off. Chris didn't know what to say.
"A good chance for what, Chris?" TC demanded. Corey just stared at him. She figured he'd be happy. He had been the one that wanted the three together, in the first place.
(at the school)
"Okay, class, we have a new student today," the teacher, Mr. Thomas, told the class of twenty-two kids. He was thoroughly confused. Although not totally identical, the new kid looked much like a student of his-Aarit Callaway. This boy, Aarick Kelly, had the same white-blonde hair and the same basic facial features. The only differences were that Aarit had much shorter hair, while Aarick sported a kind of 'page-boy' hair style. And the only mark on Aarit's face was a mole on the right side of his chin. This kid had at least two or three scars marking his face.
He could tell the kids in the class's reactions were close to his. He had been kind of weirded out at first and had asked the boy if he had any family in the school. Aarick, whose voice was much gruffer than the soft- spoken Aarit, had answered, "No. My mom moved me out here from Nevada. And California sucks."
Although the other nineteen kids had kind of given the new kid weird looks and glanced back and forth from their classmate to the new kid, Aarit hadn't looked up.
Aarit's friend Richard nudged him. "Dude, there's a new kid. He looks exactly like you," Richard said.
Aarit looked up from his drawing. Although he sat in the back of the class, he could tell that the facial features and the fact that they were both lanky were similar, but that was about it. Aarit just wore jeans and a plain white shirt, but this kid was wearing ridiculously baggy jeans and a button-up shirt over a sleeveless blue muscle shirt.
"So?" Aarit asked. He was much more practical than Richard, and most kids his age. "So! Maybe he's, like, your brother or something'. You don't even know who your mother is, so maybe."
Richard was blunt, and Aarit was used to it, so he didn't even flinch. "I have a sister. Ashley. You know, you're scared of her," Aarit sneered. Richard smirked back. "Not funny. And I'm NOT scared," he snapped. "You ran from her!" Richard rolled her eyes, "she had stolen Russ's hammer!"
Almost everyone in the class knew that Aarit's dad was a cop, and most had met him and others in the department. Richard lived in the same area that Russ and Jamie did, so he knew them especially.
"Aarit, Richard, please pay attention."
Mr. Thomas hadn't made a big deal out of the obvious similarity between Aarick Kelly and Aarit Callaway. Although, it wasn't exactly coincidental that he decided to move Jessica Ramsey from next to Aarit and place the new boy there.
"Sorry," the answered simultaneously. Neither had noticed that Aarick had been placed near them, and had heard the entire conversation.
**I know this chapter sucked...Badly...But I'm trying to get back in the flow (