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A/N: I am soooooo sorry that I have not been around in forever!! I know that people wanted to be in my fic, so they will be - I promised. ^_^ Right now, I'm not sure of how big a part they'll play, but they might come in later, too. Um, I'll do my best with writing this - if you've read any of my other stories, I think I've stated before that I have very minimal planning, heheh. But hey, it's been coming out ok so far, right?
Oh, and a heads-up - I don't own Connie, either. She has been borrowed from "Caroline Keene" and HER Interactive for these purposes . . . others may follow.
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Scott pulled his red convertible into the school parking lot rather . . . gracefully for a boy. Perhaps the correct word would be "suavely". In any case, a small group of girls over to the side giggled and waved. Being polite, Scott returned the wave, but seemed preoccupied with something else.
"You guys head in," he said in a fatherly-manner, "while I go look for Jean. Probably got a ride with Duncan . . . ."
As she walked with Kurt, Quinn looked over her shoulder and gave a short laugh.
"Vhat's so funny?" he asked.
Quinn shook her head. "I'm not even sure if I should be laughing at all. Is . . . Scott, right? Is he always so . . . paternal?"
Kurt shrugged. "He *is* zee oldest. I guess he zhinks he's responsible for all of us."
Quinn shook her head again. "As much as I'll say something now, I'm sure I'll be glad for that sometime or another." She sighed. "I am *so* nervous about this whole 'new school' thing."
Kurt grinned. "Don't vorry too much about it - I don't zhink today vill be very hard for you. Vhen I first came here, I went to all of my classes on my second day - basically, zhey'll probably give you your schedule, see vhat your strengths and veaknesses are, and tell you vhat books you need, maybe even give you some," he said. "Don't vorry," he repeated. "Just act normal and you'll fit in fine. You might just end up in the library to 'adapt to your new surroundings' vith the other transfers."
"Other transfers?" Quinn asked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hi, I'm Connie. You're not from around here, are you?" a tan-skinned girl asked Quinn. She was of average height with short, reddish brown hair and looked athletic.
Quinn blushed. "No, I'm not. How did you know?"
Connie grinned. "Well, from the way you've been trying to hide in the corner, I could guess."
Quinn blushed an even deeper red.
"Don't sweat it," Connie said. "Everyone gets used to this place eventually. I mean, it's kinda slow here in Bayville - when something happens, the whole town knows because it's *rare* that *anything* happens." Connie laughed at Quinn's expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Well, I'm just not used to that kind of attention, I guess," Quinn replied.
Connie shrugged. "I suppose it's all a matter of if the attention's on you or not."
Quinn paled, but Connie didn't notice. She was calling over another girl.
"Sam! Samantha!" Another girl walked over, different from Connie, but she seemed to know what was going on all the same.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"This is . . . what did you say your name was?" Connie asked.
"Quinn," Quinn supplied.
"Yeah, Quinn - she's new here."
"Have you been to the Main Office yet?" Samantha asked.
"Actually, I just came back from there," Quinn admitted. "I haven't even gotten to look at my schedule." As she said this, she brought forth a folded piece of paper from her pocket.
Another girl, slim with black hair, went to peek over Quinn's shoulder. Quinn spun to look at who it was, tense. Realizing it was just another student, she turned a bit pink. "Sorry," she murmured.
Still a bit surprised, the other girl grinned sheepishly. "It's a'right - curiosity killed the cat, huh? I'm Kana, by the way."
Quinn laughed. "Here, let's all see if we have any classes with each other." She and her new gal pals scanned the paper quickly.
"You're in my gym," Connie said.
"Art," said Samantha.
"Nap class!" exclaimed Kana.
The three girls looked at her.
"Er, math," Kana rephrased.
All four laughed.
"So, Connie," Quinn said, "you're not a transfer here. Why are you here in the library?"
"I've got a study hall this block, and time to kill." Connie grinned. "I like to skim through the magazines."
Quinn smiled and looked over her schedule again. It wasn't long before her smile faded. "There must be some mistake . . . ." she said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yes, hun?" one of the secretaries asked as she got off the phone.
"I think there's been a mistake on my schedule," Quinn explained.
The woman turned to her computer. "Name?"
"Quinn Romanov."
"Age?"
"16."
The secretary was quiet for some time. "It's all here, hun, I don't know what your problem is."
"That's *exactly* what the problem is," Quinn said. She pointed at the screen over the counter. "It looks normal."
The secretary gave her an odd look. "Okaaaaay . . . ."
Quinn blushed. "What I mean is, I've taken all of those classes already."
The woman raised an eyebrow. "How old did you say you were?"
"16."
"You're a junior, right?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Brown, at least from her nameplate, was silent for a moment longer. "Come around the counter and sit down, hun. This might take a while . . . ." Noticing the other girls in the doorway, she said, "You might want to get to your next class."
Kana shrugged. "Transfers are stuck in the library to 'get acquainted with their books'. I'll stay - if it's alright."
Mrs. Brown shrugged and turned to Quinn. "Now, you're sure you've taken all of this before?"
"Yes," Quinn replied. "I remember that," she pointed to her science class, "because I had to dissect a - "
"Details are unnecessary," Mrs. Brown interrupted hurriedly. "What do you want your classes changed to?"
"Well, for starters, I want to switch Home Economics to Psychology."
With a mere glance out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Brown was silent as she entered the new information.
"And Biology to Chemistry. Advanced Liturature. Keep Art . . . split my history into Criminology and . . . ummm . . . Sociology. Two foreign languages - keep Spanish, add French. And Math . . ."
Mrs. Brown held her breath expectantly.
"Keep that the same."
The secretary let the air go with such force that she paled slightly when she realized just how loud her sigh had been.
"You're going to be swamped with all this work, hun," she said. "I strongly suggest a study hall, but something tells me you won't take it. If you ever want to drop a class or switch, you come right to me, you hear?"
Quinn smiled sheepishly. "Ok."
Mrs. Brown saw her and Kana to the door.
"With a name like Mrs. Brown, you'd expect her to be just as dreary, but she seemed nice enough," Quinn said.
Kana hadn't said anything until now. "You *do* realize - "
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" - zhat you've taken five AP classes??" Kurt exclaimed.
"So?" Quinn asked, confused.
"That's insane!" said Scott, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to keep it quiet.
"I still don't see what the problem is," Quinn said indignantly. "I'm fitting myself according to my abilities, why is that so wrong?"
"I said to act *normal*," Kurt stated in frustration.
"I *am* acting normal!" Quinn cried.
"He meant as in 'inconspicuous'," said Scott. "Word gets out in this school fast, and pretty soon, the Academy will be even more well known. I mean, it's not every day you get a 'child prodigy'."
"But the Academy was said to be for advanced kids anyway," Quinn said, quieter now.
Scott shook his head. "Doesn't matter."
Another group of girls walked by and paused. They looked from Kurt to Quinn, then to Scott, then back to Quinn again. They giggled as they left.
Kurt rested his forehead on a locker. "The rumors are starting already."
"Hey Quinn! Quinn!" Connie came over to them. "Heard about the whole office incident." She, too, looked from Kurt and Scott to Quinn. "The buzz is about - I had no idea that actually being *scholarly* at school would get so many guys around you." She winked and then looked at the boys. "Trading in beauty for brains, huh? You boys are finally starting to get it."
She turned back to Quinn. "I'll show you around tomorrow, ok? I gotta go, I'll see ya!" She jogged down the hallway.
"Zhat is vhat the girls vere laughing about? Zhat you vere some . . . hot item??" Kurt asked, stunned.
"If that's the worst of the rumors, then the both of you are busted," Quinn said dryly.
Scott frowned. "It's not over yet." He looked up and his frown deepened.
Duncan and three of his football buddies were walking toward them. Catching Quinn's eye, he gave her a sparkling smile.
When he finally came upon them, he put an arm out and leaned against a locker next to her, pushing Kurt out of the way and nearly knocking him to the ground.
"Hey," he said coolly.
"Hey," she returned, with a slight indifference.
"So, uh," He sniffed and brushed his hair aside. "I got two tickets for a movie tonight - want to come with me?"
Quinn looked at him for a moment, a slight crease in her forehead. Finally, she said, "Define for me NaCl - and, is it generally poisonous for the human body?"
Duncan blinked, then gave a short laugh. "Well, baby, I'll tell you that later." He went to reach for her arm.
"No tocas nada!" she hissed. He took his hand back quickly, as if she would have bit it off otherwise.
"Ummm . . . well, sure it's poisonous!" he exclaimed. "I mean, it's got that . . . C-L stuff in it."
Quinn shook her head. "Go find some cheerleader." She, Kurt, and Scott began to leave.
"No, wait!" Duncan called after her. "It's not! Ummm . . . the N-A neutralizes the C-L, right? Right??"
Quinn rolled her eyes and called over her shoulder, "Duncan, your epidermis is showing!"
She snickered as Duncan turned a deep red and searched frantically for wherever he was supposedly unclothed or indecent.
Breaking out into the sunlight and fresh air, Quinn let her laughter explode.
Kurt gave her a lopsided grin. "Vell, I don't get it, but anyzhing zhat makes Duncan look that bad in front of everyone is fine for me! What did you say, anyway? What is NaCl?"
Quinn gasped for breath. "Table salt! And the epidermis is just the outer layer of your skin!"
They all got a good laugh at Duncan's expense.
After they'd calmed down, Scott shook his head. "Well, you've now made Duncan a definite enemy - that and whatever you said to him in that language. I told you it wasn't over."
Kurt shrugged. "All the same, I zhink Duncan's going to have enough problems just by himself." He pointed to where Jean was marching angrily up to the jock, who had now realized that his fly was not down. Apparently, she, too, had heard of what happened; even worse for Duncan, she might have actually seen it herself.
Scott couldn't hide his smile. "Rule number one - never cheat on your girlfriend or boyfriend. Rule number two - never date Duncan, as he seems likely to break Rule One. Amendment One - if this is your current situation, you may cheat on your boyfriend if it's Duncan."
The three had another bout of laughter.
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Haha, that was good, no? I have not failed you, good readers! And to make up for all my time not here, I gave you a super long chappie - this is seven pages!!! ^_^
Samantha & Kana - please tell me if you want any more detail to your characters or if you want me to change them in any way. I was trying to make them what could almost be like you, but I could make them completely different if you want. Email me - cardcaptor2020@msn.com - to tell me of any changes you want me to make to their appearance, anything. I know they didn't have much structure (Sam had, like, nothing) so I'll change it to whatever you guys want. Ciao for now!!
Adryl
A/N: I am soooooo sorry that I have not been around in forever!! I know that people wanted to be in my fic, so they will be - I promised. ^_^ Right now, I'm not sure of how big a part they'll play, but they might come in later, too. Um, I'll do my best with writing this - if you've read any of my other stories, I think I've stated before that I have very minimal planning, heheh. But hey, it's been coming out ok so far, right?
Oh, and a heads-up - I don't own Connie, either. She has been borrowed from "Caroline Keene" and HER Interactive for these purposes . . . others may follow.
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Scott pulled his red convertible into the school parking lot rather . . . gracefully for a boy. Perhaps the correct word would be "suavely". In any case, a small group of girls over to the side giggled and waved. Being polite, Scott returned the wave, but seemed preoccupied with something else.
"You guys head in," he said in a fatherly-manner, "while I go look for Jean. Probably got a ride with Duncan . . . ."
As she walked with Kurt, Quinn looked over her shoulder and gave a short laugh.
"Vhat's so funny?" he asked.
Quinn shook her head. "I'm not even sure if I should be laughing at all. Is . . . Scott, right? Is he always so . . . paternal?"
Kurt shrugged. "He *is* zee oldest. I guess he zhinks he's responsible for all of us."
Quinn shook her head again. "As much as I'll say something now, I'm sure I'll be glad for that sometime or another." She sighed. "I am *so* nervous about this whole 'new school' thing."
Kurt grinned. "Don't vorry too much about it - I don't zhink today vill be very hard for you. Vhen I first came here, I went to all of my classes on my second day - basically, zhey'll probably give you your schedule, see vhat your strengths and veaknesses are, and tell you vhat books you need, maybe even give you some," he said. "Don't vorry," he repeated. "Just act normal and you'll fit in fine. You might just end up in the library to 'adapt to your new surroundings' vith the other transfers."
"Other transfers?" Quinn asked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hi, I'm Connie. You're not from around here, are you?" a tan-skinned girl asked Quinn. She was of average height with short, reddish brown hair and looked athletic.
Quinn blushed. "No, I'm not. How did you know?"
Connie grinned. "Well, from the way you've been trying to hide in the corner, I could guess."
Quinn blushed an even deeper red.
"Don't sweat it," Connie said. "Everyone gets used to this place eventually. I mean, it's kinda slow here in Bayville - when something happens, the whole town knows because it's *rare* that *anything* happens." Connie laughed at Quinn's expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Well, I'm just not used to that kind of attention, I guess," Quinn replied.
Connie shrugged. "I suppose it's all a matter of if the attention's on you or not."
Quinn paled, but Connie didn't notice. She was calling over another girl.
"Sam! Samantha!" Another girl walked over, different from Connie, but she seemed to know what was going on all the same.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"This is . . . what did you say your name was?" Connie asked.
"Quinn," Quinn supplied.
"Yeah, Quinn - she's new here."
"Have you been to the Main Office yet?" Samantha asked.
"Actually, I just came back from there," Quinn admitted. "I haven't even gotten to look at my schedule." As she said this, she brought forth a folded piece of paper from her pocket.
Another girl, slim with black hair, went to peek over Quinn's shoulder. Quinn spun to look at who it was, tense. Realizing it was just another student, she turned a bit pink. "Sorry," she murmured.
Still a bit surprised, the other girl grinned sheepishly. "It's a'right - curiosity killed the cat, huh? I'm Kana, by the way."
Quinn laughed. "Here, let's all see if we have any classes with each other." She and her new gal pals scanned the paper quickly.
"You're in my gym," Connie said.
"Art," said Samantha.
"Nap class!" exclaimed Kana.
The three girls looked at her.
"Er, math," Kana rephrased.
All four laughed.
"So, Connie," Quinn said, "you're not a transfer here. Why are you here in the library?"
"I've got a study hall this block, and time to kill." Connie grinned. "I like to skim through the magazines."
Quinn smiled and looked over her schedule again. It wasn't long before her smile faded. "There must be some mistake . . . ." she said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yes, hun?" one of the secretaries asked as she got off the phone.
"I think there's been a mistake on my schedule," Quinn explained.
The woman turned to her computer. "Name?"
"Quinn Romanov."
"Age?"
"16."
The secretary was quiet for some time. "It's all here, hun, I don't know what your problem is."
"That's *exactly* what the problem is," Quinn said. She pointed at the screen over the counter. "It looks normal."
The secretary gave her an odd look. "Okaaaaay . . . ."
Quinn blushed. "What I mean is, I've taken all of those classes already."
The woman raised an eyebrow. "How old did you say you were?"
"16."
"You're a junior, right?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Brown, at least from her nameplate, was silent for a moment longer. "Come around the counter and sit down, hun. This might take a while . . . ." Noticing the other girls in the doorway, she said, "You might want to get to your next class."
Kana shrugged. "Transfers are stuck in the library to 'get acquainted with their books'. I'll stay - if it's alright."
Mrs. Brown shrugged and turned to Quinn. "Now, you're sure you've taken all of this before?"
"Yes," Quinn replied. "I remember that," she pointed to her science class, "because I had to dissect a - "
"Details are unnecessary," Mrs. Brown interrupted hurriedly. "What do you want your classes changed to?"
"Well, for starters, I want to switch Home Economics to Psychology."
With a mere glance out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Brown was silent as she entered the new information.
"And Biology to Chemistry. Advanced Liturature. Keep Art . . . split my history into Criminology and . . . ummm . . . Sociology. Two foreign languages - keep Spanish, add French. And Math . . ."
Mrs. Brown held her breath expectantly.
"Keep that the same."
The secretary let the air go with such force that she paled slightly when she realized just how loud her sigh had been.
"You're going to be swamped with all this work, hun," she said. "I strongly suggest a study hall, but something tells me you won't take it. If you ever want to drop a class or switch, you come right to me, you hear?"
Quinn smiled sheepishly. "Ok."
Mrs. Brown saw her and Kana to the door.
"With a name like Mrs. Brown, you'd expect her to be just as dreary, but she seemed nice enough," Quinn said.
Kana hadn't said anything until now. "You *do* realize - "
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" - zhat you've taken five AP classes??" Kurt exclaimed.
"So?" Quinn asked, confused.
"That's insane!" said Scott, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to keep it quiet.
"I still don't see what the problem is," Quinn said indignantly. "I'm fitting myself according to my abilities, why is that so wrong?"
"I said to act *normal*," Kurt stated in frustration.
"I *am* acting normal!" Quinn cried.
"He meant as in 'inconspicuous'," said Scott. "Word gets out in this school fast, and pretty soon, the Academy will be even more well known. I mean, it's not every day you get a 'child prodigy'."
"But the Academy was said to be for advanced kids anyway," Quinn said, quieter now.
Scott shook his head. "Doesn't matter."
Another group of girls walked by and paused. They looked from Kurt to Quinn, then to Scott, then back to Quinn again. They giggled as they left.
Kurt rested his forehead on a locker. "The rumors are starting already."
"Hey Quinn! Quinn!" Connie came over to them. "Heard about the whole office incident." She, too, looked from Kurt and Scott to Quinn. "The buzz is about - I had no idea that actually being *scholarly* at school would get so many guys around you." She winked and then looked at the boys. "Trading in beauty for brains, huh? You boys are finally starting to get it."
She turned back to Quinn. "I'll show you around tomorrow, ok? I gotta go, I'll see ya!" She jogged down the hallway.
"Zhat is vhat the girls vere laughing about? Zhat you vere some . . . hot item??" Kurt asked, stunned.
"If that's the worst of the rumors, then the both of you are busted," Quinn said dryly.
Scott frowned. "It's not over yet." He looked up and his frown deepened.
Duncan and three of his football buddies were walking toward them. Catching Quinn's eye, he gave her a sparkling smile.
When he finally came upon them, he put an arm out and leaned against a locker next to her, pushing Kurt out of the way and nearly knocking him to the ground.
"Hey," he said coolly.
"Hey," she returned, with a slight indifference.
"So, uh," He sniffed and brushed his hair aside. "I got two tickets for a movie tonight - want to come with me?"
Quinn looked at him for a moment, a slight crease in her forehead. Finally, she said, "Define for me NaCl - and, is it generally poisonous for the human body?"
Duncan blinked, then gave a short laugh. "Well, baby, I'll tell you that later." He went to reach for her arm.
"No tocas nada!" she hissed. He took his hand back quickly, as if she would have bit it off otherwise.
"Ummm . . . well, sure it's poisonous!" he exclaimed. "I mean, it's got that . . . C-L stuff in it."
Quinn shook her head. "Go find some cheerleader." She, Kurt, and Scott began to leave.
"No, wait!" Duncan called after her. "It's not! Ummm . . . the N-A neutralizes the C-L, right? Right??"
Quinn rolled her eyes and called over her shoulder, "Duncan, your epidermis is showing!"
She snickered as Duncan turned a deep red and searched frantically for wherever he was supposedly unclothed or indecent.
Breaking out into the sunlight and fresh air, Quinn let her laughter explode.
Kurt gave her a lopsided grin. "Vell, I don't get it, but anyzhing zhat makes Duncan look that bad in front of everyone is fine for me! What did you say, anyway? What is NaCl?"
Quinn gasped for breath. "Table salt! And the epidermis is just the outer layer of your skin!"
They all got a good laugh at Duncan's expense.
After they'd calmed down, Scott shook his head. "Well, you've now made Duncan a definite enemy - that and whatever you said to him in that language. I told you it wasn't over."
Kurt shrugged. "All the same, I zhink Duncan's going to have enough problems just by himself." He pointed to where Jean was marching angrily up to the jock, who had now realized that his fly was not down. Apparently, she, too, had heard of what happened; even worse for Duncan, she might have actually seen it herself.
Scott couldn't hide his smile. "Rule number one - never cheat on your girlfriend or boyfriend. Rule number two - never date Duncan, as he seems likely to break Rule One. Amendment One - if this is your current situation, you may cheat on your boyfriend if it's Duncan."
The three had another bout of laughter.
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Haha, that was good, no? I have not failed you, good readers! And to make up for all my time not here, I gave you a super long chappie - this is seven pages!!! ^_^
Samantha & Kana - please tell me if you want any more detail to your characters or if you want me to change them in any way. I was trying to make them what could almost be like you, but I could make them completely different if you want. Email me - cardcaptor2020@msn.com - to tell me of any changes you want me to make to their appearance, anything. I know they didn't have much structure (Sam had, like, nothing) so I'll change it to whatever you guys want. Ciao for now!!
Adryl