~*~ chapter 5! yeah baby! lol. u kno wat, wen u think bout it, did u ever
think u'd b xcited bout somethin concerning skool??? ~*~
Recap: "Well you guys better go. School tomorrow. Your school supplies are in your room," Phailin said. "I picked what you would have picked."
"How did you know?" Hermione asked.
Phailin gave her a look.
"Oh, the power."
"Alright, see you guys later," Phailin said as the group said their good- byes and left to get ready for the day ahead of them.
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The next morning, the students were excited and nervous to go. The boys were to wear a button-down shirt, khaki pants, a striped tie, and a blazer. Their shoes were the kind of shoes that boys wear with their uniform. (AN-I can't remember what they are. Leave me alone!) The girls were to wear a button-down shirt, a pleated, black plaid skirt, and a blazer. A tie was optional. And the girls' shoes were black or navy blue pumps. The boys' shirts were white while the girls' shirts could be light blue or white.
"You can wear them however way you want at school. But when we're going somewhere like a field trip and we're 'representing our school', then we have to wear them all neat and stuff," Kelly explained.
"So, is Phailin coming with us?" Hermione asked.
"No, we don't want to bother her. She comes at her own time. Actually, I think she's already there. She's usually at school before us," Melanie said.
And sure enough, there was Phailin leaning against her blue car, waiting for them. Her shirt was untucked and the shirttails poked out from underneath her black v-neck, which she wore for warmth. Her skirt was fairly short, not as short as that group of girl near the school giggling like the airheads and ditzes they were (but the Hogwarts students didn't know that). Her layered hair hung half-way down her back.
"How long did you wait, today, Phai?" Melanie asked.
"Mmm, not long. You guys are getting better," Phailin replied, smiling.
"Where's Trish?" Kelly asked.
"She's coming," Phailin answered.
And, as if on cue, a dirty blond girl with blue eyes walked up to the group. Her uniform looked the way Phailin's did, but without the v-neck.
"Hey, guys. Sorry, if I'm late to being early," the girl said.
"Guys, this is Trish. My other half," Phailin said.
The two girls laughed. Then, a bell sounded.
"Time for class. You guys go to the principal's office," Trish said.
Phailin led them to the office and waved to them good-bye. The group stood there for a while. What were they supposed to do? They looked at each other in confusion. Hermione sighed, and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
They entered the room to see a neat, organized room with an equally neat, organized woman sitting at the desk signing papers.
"Oh, you must be the exchange students!" the woman declared. "I'm Mrs. Westown and I'd like to welcome you to Skywood High!" (AN-This probably isn't a real school. But, hey, it's MY story!)
After a brief speech and an assignment of books and schedules, the class trudged to their homerooms. They were all in Ms. Stone's class. They entered the room to see the students just . . . hanging out. Some students sat on their desktops, laughing and talking with friends. Trish, Melanie, and Kelly were talking while Phailin was sitting in her desk, listening to music.
"Oh, you must be the new students. Welcome to our school! I'm Ms. Stone and I'll be your homeroom teacher." Ms. Stone was a young woman who looked she came fresh out of college. "Class! Class!"
Everyone settled down and sat in their seats.
"I'd like to introduce our new students: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, and Pansy Parkinson. Now, because you're new, you will have an . . . escort to help you learn about the school and such."
"I choose Phailin," Malfoy stated.
"Phailin? Phailin?" Ms. Stone called.
Phailin set her headphones on her shoulders, the faint music and lyrics could be heard by everyone. "Yeah, Ms. S?"
"Do you mind showing Draco around and helping him?" the teacher asked kindly.
"Actually, I do, Ms. S. I mean, no offense or anything, but I don't really feel a . . . connection with Draco there. In other words . . . I hate his guts."
"Oh, I see. That's alright. I understand."
"Um, Ms. Stone. Since, like, Phailin won't show Draco around, I'll, like, do it," said a pretty red-head. She was one of the giggling girls from out in the parking lot. She flashed Malfoy a flirtatious smile.
"Would you like Brielle to show you around, Draco?"
"I guess so," Malfoy said, scratching his head in "thought" which was now easier to do due to the fact his hair was protected in a helmet of gel anymore. (AN-In other words, his hair was not slicked back anymore.)
Brielle giggled, which caused Phailin to roll her eyes and place her headphones back into place. Malfoy casually walked over to Brielle and sat next to her.
Everyone one else was assigned to an escort. No one was up to escorting Crabbe or Goyle, so Draco said they're with him anyways. When it was lunch time, the students were already tired.
"Who knew that this would be so tiring?" Harry asked.
"I forgot how hard this was like. I'm so used to magic, I don't know how to do anything normal anymore. It's horrible," Hermione stated.
"Horrible? I'll show you horrible. They don't even give you enough food. They just serve you some on a little tray and that's all you get. They're trying to starve us, mate," Ron said, incredulously.
Everyone laughed.
"What are you buffoons laughing at? Something idiotic I'm guessing," said Malfoy, passing by with a flock of admirers, including the giggling girls, surrounding him.
Phailin set her headphones down on her shoulders, like before in homeroom. "Brielle, you already have targeted your prey? Aren't we persistent?"
Brielle's arm was linked with Malfoy's; she occasionally made a flirty gesture, a hair toss, a pout, the possibilities were endless.
"You're just jealous, Phailin," Brielle stated.
"Jealous? You really DO have air in that prissy little head of yours, don't you? For all I care, you can have him. Heck, you could marry him and I wouldn't give a damn."
"Oh, right. 'Cause you got Cree, right?"
"What's wrong with Cree?"
"Nothing. That's the thing. I still can't see HOW you managed to get, like, the perfect guy. Oh, nothing against you, babe," Brielle added, hastily yet casually to Malfoy.
"Ooh, smooth move, Brielle. I guess your head isn't FULLY inflated."
"Who's Cree?" Harry asked.
"My boyfriend," Phailin said simply. "There he is."
And Cree WAS perfect. He had dark brown hair and grey eyes. He smiled and waved before sliding next to Phailin.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked.
"Nothin' I can't handle," Phailin answered.
"Hi, Cree," Brielle cooed.
"Oh, hi, Brielle," Cree replied, without looking at her. "So how were your classes?"
"Good. Yours?"
"Ah, same old same old. Oh, there are the guys. Gotta go." Cree kissed her on the cheek before catching up with his friends.
"So, what was your question again?"
"How'd YOU snag Cree?"
"'Cause I'm not some ditzy bimbo, that's why."
Brielle huffed and stalked off, with her wannabe cronies following close behind. Malfoy stayed behind.
"Very nice performance. I . . ."
". . . will leave if you want to stay alive," finished Phailin, fire dancing dangerously in her eyes.
"Bravo," he said, walking off to go "comfort" the huffy Brielle.
"Whatever." Phailin returned to her music.
"DRACO!" came a shriek. It was Parkinson.
"Jesus Christ! I could hear her through my music! Man, she's like a damn banshee!" Phailin exclaimed.
Parkinson, Malfoy, and Brielle quarreled. Eventually, everyone resumed to their meals.
"So, Phai, are we on for practice after school?" Trish asked.
"Yep. Just come straight over."
"What practice?" Neville asked.
"Band practice. We have a band. It's called 'Rebel Angels'. I'm bass, Trish is guitar, Liam, another guy, is guitar, and Cree is drums. Trish is also vocals."
"But, Phai is a good singer, too," Kelly added.
"Yeah, well, we kinda alternate. I like to sing, but don't wanna sing lead. So, sometimes I sing and others I don't. You guys wanna come?"
"Sure!" the four agreed.
"Alright. Aw man, if you guys come, so does . . . Draco. Ugh," Phailin groaned. "But it's okay. Like I said before: Nothin' I can't handle."
The rest of the day breezed by smoothly, not so smooth for others. They drove straight over to Phailin's house. Kelly and Melanie brought over equipment from their house, since everyone else didn't have room in their house, and came back. They practiced a few songs, looked and sounded great to the Hogwarts students at least. Phailin's guitar was black with a great design. There was wavy vine design on one side and on the other side was a crescent moon, both made of lapis. Trish's guitar was also black, but had a silver rose on it. Liam's guitar was a red guitar that is worshiped by many music-crazed boys. They all were great with their guitars, but none of them rocked as hard as Phailin. They decided to stop for the day and decided to just hang out. Then they heard a bang. They spun around to see a small group of drunken teens stumbling in.
The boys got up, but Phailin stopped them.
"I'll handle this." She walked up to them with a smile. "Hey, guys!"
They looked at each other then to Trish.
"She knows what she's doin'."
"Hey. What's up?" asked what seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Nothin' really. So, whatcha doin' in my house?" Phailin asked him.
"Well, we saw those two chicks coming with the band equipment and thought we could liven up the party."
"But we're not having a party. We're just practicing and hangin' out."
"Oh. Well, we can make it way better!" he exclaimed, his friends agreeing stupidly.
Phailin chuckled. "Let me explain this for your Neanderthal minds to comprehend."
They looked at each other in confusion as to why they're so-called buddy was insulting them.
"I want you to take yourselves and your crap out of my house."
The leader got angry. "Who's gonna make me?"
"I will," she answered.
"Heh, you think that YOU can take me?"
"Yeah. Right here, right now. Well, after I change my skirt. I'm not giving you the satisfaction of seeing ANYTHING that you perverted losers wet your pants in excitement over."
"Like you have anything down there worth seeing?" His friends laughed.
"And you do?" she asked. Trish laughed and high-fived her best friend, before she went upstairs to change.
A minute later, she came back with a pair of slightly baggy jeans with a chain instead of her skirt.
"What are you? Some punk wannabe?" he asked.
"No. I'm zero percent wannabe," she said, giving him a punch. "And one- hundred percent . . . me," she finished, giving him another punch.
Calmly, she blocked everything he threw at her. Then, he paused.
"Okay, my turn."
Every punch and kick she made connected. Soon, he lay in a crumpled heap in pain.
"Any of you guys wanna try me, now?" she asked, challengingly.
The group shook their heads and stumbled out the door. Phailin raised an eyebrow at the leader and he scrambled off. Trish gave a whoop and they all cheered.
"I knew you could do it! You TOTALLY kicked ass!" Trish exclaimed.
"Hey, that's what I'm here for."
~*~ WHEW! i wrote a lot!!! but i wanted 2 make it up 2 u guyz 4 givin u the cliff-hanger from b4. i 4got 2 giv a shout-out 2 my reviewers! Altogether, there were like only 3 and 1 wuz 1 of my best buds, but who cares??? i got reviews! i'd name em but i cant remember their names. all i remember were that they were pple . . . w/ names. lol. well review and i'll post the next chapter! and if ur nice and want me 2 hav a VERY merry Christmas then . . . REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!! ~*~
Recap: "Well you guys better go. School tomorrow. Your school supplies are in your room," Phailin said. "I picked what you would have picked."
"How did you know?" Hermione asked.
Phailin gave her a look.
"Oh, the power."
"Alright, see you guys later," Phailin said as the group said their good- byes and left to get ready for the day ahead of them.
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The next morning, the students were excited and nervous to go. The boys were to wear a button-down shirt, khaki pants, a striped tie, and a blazer. Their shoes were the kind of shoes that boys wear with their uniform. (AN-I can't remember what they are. Leave me alone!) The girls were to wear a button-down shirt, a pleated, black plaid skirt, and a blazer. A tie was optional. And the girls' shoes were black or navy blue pumps. The boys' shirts were white while the girls' shirts could be light blue or white.
"You can wear them however way you want at school. But when we're going somewhere like a field trip and we're 'representing our school', then we have to wear them all neat and stuff," Kelly explained.
"So, is Phailin coming with us?" Hermione asked.
"No, we don't want to bother her. She comes at her own time. Actually, I think she's already there. She's usually at school before us," Melanie said.
And sure enough, there was Phailin leaning against her blue car, waiting for them. Her shirt was untucked and the shirttails poked out from underneath her black v-neck, which she wore for warmth. Her skirt was fairly short, not as short as that group of girl near the school giggling like the airheads and ditzes they were (but the Hogwarts students didn't know that). Her layered hair hung half-way down her back.
"How long did you wait, today, Phai?" Melanie asked.
"Mmm, not long. You guys are getting better," Phailin replied, smiling.
"Where's Trish?" Kelly asked.
"She's coming," Phailin answered.
And, as if on cue, a dirty blond girl with blue eyes walked up to the group. Her uniform looked the way Phailin's did, but without the v-neck.
"Hey, guys. Sorry, if I'm late to being early," the girl said.
"Guys, this is Trish. My other half," Phailin said.
The two girls laughed. Then, a bell sounded.
"Time for class. You guys go to the principal's office," Trish said.
Phailin led them to the office and waved to them good-bye. The group stood there for a while. What were they supposed to do? They looked at each other in confusion. Hermione sighed, and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
They entered the room to see a neat, organized room with an equally neat, organized woman sitting at the desk signing papers.
"Oh, you must be the exchange students!" the woman declared. "I'm Mrs. Westown and I'd like to welcome you to Skywood High!" (AN-This probably isn't a real school. But, hey, it's MY story!)
After a brief speech and an assignment of books and schedules, the class trudged to their homerooms. They were all in Ms. Stone's class. They entered the room to see the students just . . . hanging out. Some students sat on their desktops, laughing and talking with friends. Trish, Melanie, and Kelly were talking while Phailin was sitting in her desk, listening to music.
"Oh, you must be the new students. Welcome to our school! I'm Ms. Stone and I'll be your homeroom teacher." Ms. Stone was a young woman who looked she came fresh out of college. "Class! Class!"
Everyone settled down and sat in their seats.
"I'd like to introduce our new students: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, and Pansy Parkinson. Now, because you're new, you will have an . . . escort to help you learn about the school and such."
"I choose Phailin," Malfoy stated.
"Phailin? Phailin?" Ms. Stone called.
Phailin set her headphones on her shoulders, the faint music and lyrics could be heard by everyone. "Yeah, Ms. S?"
"Do you mind showing Draco around and helping him?" the teacher asked kindly.
"Actually, I do, Ms. S. I mean, no offense or anything, but I don't really feel a . . . connection with Draco there. In other words . . . I hate his guts."
"Oh, I see. That's alright. I understand."
"Um, Ms. Stone. Since, like, Phailin won't show Draco around, I'll, like, do it," said a pretty red-head. She was one of the giggling girls from out in the parking lot. She flashed Malfoy a flirtatious smile.
"Would you like Brielle to show you around, Draco?"
"I guess so," Malfoy said, scratching his head in "thought" which was now easier to do due to the fact his hair was protected in a helmet of gel anymore. (AN-In other words, his hair was not slicked back anymore.)
Brielle giggled, which caused Phailin to roll her eyes and place her headphones back into place. Malfoy casually walked over to Brielle and sat next to her.
Everyone one else was assigned to an escort. No one was up to escorting Crabbe or Goyle, so Draco said they're with him anyways. When it was lunch time, the students were already tired.
"Who knew that this would be so tiring?" Harry asked.
"I forgot how hard this was like. I'm so used to magic, I don't know how to do anything normal anymore. It's horrible," Hermione stated.
"Horrible? I'll show you horrible. They don't even give you enough food. They just serve you some on a little tray and that's all you get. They're trying to starve us, mate," Ron said, incredulously.
Everyone laughed.
"What are you buffoons laughing at? Something idiotic I'm guessing," said Malfoy, passing by with a flock of admirers, including the giggling girls, surrounding him.
Phailin set her headphones down on her shoulders, like before in homeroom. "Brielle, you already have targeted your prey? Aren't we persistent?"
Brielle's arm was linked with Malfoy's; she occasionally made a flirty gesture, a hair toss, a pout, the possibilities were endless.
"You're just jealous, Phailin," Brielle stated.
"Jealous? You really DO have air in that prissy little head of yours, don't you? For all I care, you can have him. Heck, you could marry him and I wouldn't give a damn."
"Oh, right. 'Cause you got Cree, right?"
"What's wrong with Cree?"
"Nothing. That's the thing. I still can't see HOW you managed to get, like, the perfect guy. Oh, nothing against you, babe," Brielle added, hastily yet casually to Malfoy.
"Ooh, smooth move, Brielle. I guess your head isn't FULLY inflated."
"Who's Cree?" Harry asked.
"My boyfriend," Phailin said simply. "There he is."
And Cree WAS perfect. He had dark brown hair and grey eyes. He smiled and waved before sliding next to Phailin.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked.
"Nothin' I can't handle," Phailin answered.
"Hi, Cree," Brielle cooed.
"Oh, hi, Brielle," Cree replied, without looking at her. "So how were your classes?"
"Good. Yours?"
"Ah, same old same old. Oh, there are the guys. Gotta go." Cree kissed her on the cheek before catching up with his friends.
"So, what was your question again?"
"How'd YOU snag Cree?"
"'Cause I'm not some ditzy bimbo, that's why."
Brielle huffed and stalked off, with her wannabe cronies following close behind. Malfoy stayed behind.
"Very nice performance. I . . ."
". . . will leave if you want to stay alive," finished Phailin, fire dancing dangerously in her eyes.
"Bravo," he said, walking off to go "comfort" the huffy Brielle.
"Whatever." Phailin returned to her music.
"DRACO!" came a shriek. It was Parkinson.
"Jesus Christ! I could hear her through my music! Man, she's like a damn banshee!" Phailin exclaimed.
Parkinson, Malfoy, and Brielle quarreled. Eventually, everyone resumed to their meals.
"So, Phai, are we on for practice after school?" Trish asked.
"Yep. Just come straight over."
"What practice?" Neville asked.
"Band practice. We have a band. It's called 'Rebel Angels'. I'm bass, Trish is guitar, Liam, another guy, is guitar, and Cree is drums. Trish is also vocals."
"But, Phai is a good singer, too," Kelly added.
"Yeah, well, we kinda alternate. I like to sing, but don't wanna sing lead. So, sometimes I sing and others I don't. You guys wanna come?"
"Sure!" the four agreed.
"Alright. Aw man, if you guys come, so does . . . Draco. Ugh," Phailin groaned. "But it's okay. Like I said before: Nothin' I can't handle."
The rest of the day breezed by smoothly, not so smooth for others. They drove straight over to Phailin's house. Kelly and Melanie brought over equipment from their house, since everyone else didn't have room in their house, and came back. They practiced a few songs, looked and sounded great to the Hogwarts students at least. Phailin's guitar was black with a great design. There was wavy vine design on one side and on the other side was a crescent moon, both made of lapis. Trish's guitar was also black, but had a silver rose on it. Liam's guitar was a red guitar that is worshiped by many music-crazed boys. They all were great with their guitars, but none of them rocked as hard as Phailin. They decided to stop for the day and decided to just hang out. Then they heard a bang. They spun around to see a small group of drunken teens stumbling in.
The boys got up, but Phailin stopped them.
"I'll handle this." She walked up to them with a smile. "Hey, guys!"
They looked at each other then to Trish.
"She knows what she's doin'."
"Hey. What's up?" asked what seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Nothin' really. So, whatcha doin' in my house?" Phailin asked him.
"Well, we saw those two chicks coming with the band equipment and thought we could liven up the party."
"But we're not having a party. We're just practicing and hangin' out."
"Oh. Well, we can make it way better!" he exclaimed, his friends agreeing stupidly.
Phailin chuckled. "Let me explain this for your Neanderthal minds to comprehend."
They looked at each other in confusion as to why they're so-called buddy was insulting them.
"I want you to take yourselves and your crap out of my house."
The leader got angry. "Who's gonna make me?"
"I will," she answered.
"Heh, you think that YOU can take me?"
"Yeah. Right here, right now. Well, after I change my skirt. I'm not giving you the satisfaction of seeing ANYTHING that you perverted losers wet your pants in excitement over."
"Like you have anything down there worth seeing?" His friends laughed.
"And you do?" she asked. Trish laughed and high-fived her best friend, before she went upstairs to change.
A minute later, she came back with a pair of slightly baggy jeans with a chain instead of her skirt.
"What are you? Some punk wannabe?" he asked.
"No. I'm zero percent wannabe," she said, giving him a punch. "And one- hundred percent . . . me," she finished, giving him another punch.
Calmly, she blocked everything he threw at her. Then, he paused.
"Okay, my turn."
Every punch and kick she made connected. Soon, he lay in a crumpled heap in pain.
"Any of you guys wanna try me, now?" she asked, challengingly.
The group shook their heads and stumbled out the door. Phailin raised an eyebrow at the leader and he scrambled off. Trish gave a whoop and they all cheered.
"I knew you could do it! You TOTALLY kicked ass!" Trish exclaimed.
"Hey, that's what I'm here for."
~*~ WHEW! i wrote a lot!!! but i wanted 2 make it up 2 u guyz 4 givin u the cliff-hanger from b4. i 4got 2 giv a shout-out 2 my reviewers! Altogether, there were like only 3 and 1 wuz 1 of my best buds, but who cares??? i got reviews! i'd name em but i cant remember their names. all i remember were that they were pple . . . w/ names. lol. well review and i'll post the next chapter! and if ur nice and want me 2 hav a VERY merry Christmas then . . . REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!! ~*~