Disclaimer: I own everything. Mwa ha ha ha. Just kidding. Newies doesn't belong to me.
[A/N]: This story is written COMPLETELY in DOCUMENT FORM.
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Chapter Seven
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Madison Square
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Name: Jack Kelly
Assignment: English journal—"What is one event that greatly influenced your life today?"
Why do you want to know? Honestly, my life was influenced by a bunch of things. All the events in your life add up to something.
For instance, when my father started to become distant, that really influenced my life. I had to take care of myself a lot. My mother is always at work, also, so when I was seven I had to learn to be pretty independent. That affected my personality, I think. A lot. I won't lie; I know I can be pushy and want things my way, but that's because I'm used to it.
Another thing that changed my life was becoming friends with Anthony Higgins. I know everyone says that he is a bad influence because he is always getting in trouble, but he's actually really, extremely smart and creative. He's always the one helping me out on homework and stuff, not the other way around. I mean, that's the only reason he hasn't been kicked out, right? He's not failing any of his classes. But anyway, it really changed my life because I had someone to talk to. When I was feeling upset about anything (girls, school, sports, etc), Anthony would listen to me vent (granted, afterwards he usually threw something at my head and told me to stop moping).
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that everything influences your life, and there is no way to pinpoint one exact moment.
Name: David Jacobs
Assignment: English Journal—"What is one event that greatly influenced your life today?"
Getting a scholarship into Central Prep. I'm glad I came to this school in the ninth grade; everyone at Duvall High, my former school, was too eccentric for myself. Some were smart, stupid, creative, etc. The point is that Central has a completely different environment. And it's an environment I can deal with.
Not to mention that now I have so many more choices as the what I want to do with my life. Private schools give you an advantage in the college process. This affects what sort of job I will have, etc.
Do we have to keep writing? My journal was very short, but to the point.
Name: anthony higgins
Assignment: eng 12 journal—"What is one event that greatly influenced your life today?"
learning to play the guitar.
Dear Tracy,
Thanks for telling me what happened with Spot. I didn't believe the coke rumors, anyway.
Have you asked him why?
Sincerely,
Jack Kelly
p.s. This is Racetrack. YOU ARE HOT.
Hey Spot,
I'm not going to be sucking your big humungous manhood anytime soon. Sorry?
Anyway, Tracy said you were doing okay, so I thought I might tell you what's been going on.
First of all, Sarah and I broke up because she cheated on me with a Delancey. Or maybe even both of them. You know, the guys that attacked Race and he got suspended for it? So, she and I are OVER. Completely.
The quizzes have not been good. I've been slacking and I should really study, but it seems like so much has been going on lately. By the way, can you list in chronological order the events that led to WWII? Sorry, I'm in history right now.
Mrs. Larkson is my teacher. She has the biggest, frizziest red hair I've ever seen. AND she wears pink all the time, which clashes horribly, as Leslie had put it. Leslie claims to be the fashion expert of our school. Leslie's a boy. Anyway, Mrs. Larkson, when she talks, tends to sing. At the beginning of the year it was pretty fun, but now it's just damn annoying. Everyone calls her Lark behind her back.
Denton's been getting on my case, too. I think he's actually going to assign me a TUTOR.
I hope, if I get a tutor, that it's Blink. He's smart, too. He came up to me last Friday and said, "Hi. I don't think you're a nice private school boy." I told him thank you and has he talked to Spot lately?
He said no.
So now I have someone else to talk to in English aside from Race, who is almost never here, anyway. Blink was completely DISTRAUGHT when he heard about your little incident with the pills and the alcohol. He stopped smiling. It was really weird because, now that I think about it, I've never seen him NOT smile. He's okay, now.
If Hitler had gone to art school, what would the world be like now? History question, sorry.
Well, there'd be a heck of a lot more Jewish people. Not to sound racist, or anything. David Jacobs is Jewish, do you know him? He's the older brother of my skank-hoe former girlfriend. I think you know him because he used to go to Duvall until the eighth grade. He's really, really smart.
Anyway.
Racetrack wants to know if all of us can meet up and play a few songs. How about Friday night? Me, you, him, and Skittery. I mean, if we want to be a band, we should start pretty soon. We could all meet at Race's house. It's a townhouse, but if we play in the basement the neighbors won't complain. Or maybe we could play at Skittery's? You know, since drums are really annoying to carry around and set up.
Anyway. Think about it.
Sincerely,
Jack Kelly
p.s. This is Racetrack:
YOU BETTER FUCKING COME ON FRIDAY OR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR BASS.
This is Jack: That's Race's way of saying, "see you there."
Dear Jack,
This is Tracy, again. You're welcome for telling you about Spot; you had a right to know, anyway.
I asked Spot if he had known what he was doing, but he just said, "Argh," and mumbled and then he kissed me. I think it has something to do with his father, though, because that's the only time he ever says, "Argh."
So right now we're at his house in his room. His room is REALLY cool. You see, they live in an old church. His mom's an architect/interior designer, so she decided to renovate it. She really liked the high ceiling, or something. So the church is pretty tiny; the front room used to have all these pews but now it's just an open space and the living room and the kitchen are there. There are a bunch of rooms in the back that I never knew a church could have. One of them is his mom's room, and then there's an office, and a guest room.
There's also a second level, which is crazy. There are these stairs behind the front room (they're hidden) that go up to the second floor, which is really just a big box-room (Spot's room), but then if you keep going up there is a bell tower. Seriously.
It was a small church and all, but I guess it was important enough to have a bell tower. There's no bell anymore, but if you go up at night it's really romantic and peaceful. There were all these other girls' names written on the railing-thingy with Spot's name inside a heart, but I crossed them all out. I don't know if Spot's noticed yet.
So. His room is entirely covered in posters of rock bands. There's Jimi Hendrix, too. And AC/DC, and Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles.
There's also a poster of a half-naked Christina Aguilara that he thinks I don't know is there. He covers it up with The Vines whenever I come over.
Right now he's playing his bass. It's beautiful. The instrument, I mean. Solid black, shiny. Well, what he's playing is beautiful, too. It's very impressive, actually, because most of the time no one pays attention to the bass player.
I think you guys should totally start a band (Spot told me about it), and I'll be your first groupie.
Sincerely,
Tracy
p.s. Spot says:
I'm coming tomorrow night. Except that I don't know where it is. I'll look it up in the yellow pages, or something. Higgins, right? Skittery wants to come, too, but he's not bringing his drums. I don't know how we're going to play without drums, but oh well. Next time we should come to my house because there's room and Skittery literally lives next door (in a normal house).
Right now Tracy is giving me a death glare. It's quite sexy, actually. Makes her look dangerous.
She just hit me. She says I have to apologize for being a dick to you, earlier.
So, sorry for being a dick to you earlier.
I can't believe you and Sarah broke up! Well, actually, I can. I know David, sure. He's really smart. But I knew his sister, too. She had quite the reputation for two-timing at Duvall. I guess she kept it a secret at Central. Still, sorry. That really bites.
See you tomorrow. Well, actually, see you tonight, because you're going to get this letter Friday.
—Spot
p.p.s. This is for Racetrack from Tracy: THANK YOU.
p.p.p.s This is Spot: RACE, IF YOU TRY ANYTHING ON TRACY, I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND STRANGLE YOU WITH YOUR STRAP AND THEN BEAT YOUR CORPSE WITH YOUR GUITAR. Then I'm burning your guitar a la Hendrix.
End Chapter Seven
[A/N]:
Still asking for BAND NAMES! So far I like Powdered Sugar Freaks and The Lemons and possibly Random Death Lasers. Hehe. Submit YOURS! Thank you. Much love.
Shoutouts:
Cassies-Grandma: I can't believe you've never heard of Antistudy.com. It is the BEST website ever. It helps me get through the devastating year ::sniff:: (And no, that's not me sniffing coke, or something). Thanx for the review!
i-nv-u50: ::forgets:: What was that again? Haha. I really need to update my manga collection.
Padfootismyhero: YAY! Thanx for the review! Yeah, Spot's dad is NOT SO NICE. Remember, he is a big DICK. So, ha. But I love Spot's mom, too. She's very cool. Glad you like the story!
Written Sparks: ::likes being unique, much like everyone else does:: Haha. Isn't Skittery the BEST? ::huggles Skittery, dismayed that she only comes up to his chest (or, hey, maybe that's not such a bad thing):: Thanx for the review!
Strawberri Shake: Tracy is most definitely NOT going to make Spot reform, because Naughty!Spot is the BEST. If anything, Spot will reform HER. Ha ha ha. Isn't Spottie cute in the big humungous blanket and a cup of hot cocoa? Hehehe. WOOOHOO. Monkey socks are the only way to go. Thanx for the review!
Bookey Elliot: YAY for The Educator NOT catching you. You are a sly, sly person. And it's a good thing you like cake, I can now talk to you without being uncomfortable. Haha. JK. I honestly don't think Spot should be taking all those meds, either. But hey, whatever Jane says, goes.
Luv,
MS
Review please!!!!