Battle of the Brats
Written by: Moody / Mooders
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in "School of Rock". They are the property of Paramount Pictures. If I would be given the chance to own one, I'd take either Katie or Eleni. (Total, total cuties!) Eleni looks like a miniature version of Ashlee Simpson. (heehee!) The character, Daphne Blake is not my original either. She is based from, who else? Daphne Blake of "Scooby Doo". I wrote this fic just for fun. I'm partially, no, completely insane. That's why I'm writing this fic.
Notes: Scooby Doo is NOT involved in this fic at all. I wish he was, but then I would have to involve the whole Mystery Inc. And also, the Mystery Machine. And let's not forget insane psycho freaks in Halloween costumes.
P.S: I re-wrote this fic. (Duh.) Someone said that Daphne is turning into a Mary-Sue and it's just the second chapter of the story. I can't live with myself if I ever made a Mary-Sue. Well, kapoof!!! I managed to make one! Eww. So, it's time for a re-write!
"Class dismissed."
It was 3:00 p.m. Students went out from the classrooms like running water. For Class 21-B, this signaled another band practice at Dewey Finn's apartment. Summer Hathaway, the band's manager hurried to the parking lot, cellphone in hand, to meet her mom and drive over to Dewey's apartment. Freddy Jones grabbed his drumsticks & jumped inside his mom's car. Zack Mooneyham was picked up by his dad, and drove him over to Dewey's place. The rest of the whole class went to the same place. Cars disappeared in sight, one by one.
3:30 p.m. A silver Mercedes Benz arrives in front of Horace Green Prep, the word "BLAKE" embossed on its vanity plate. A middle-aged couple, dressed in elegant clothes stepped out of the car. They marched up on the school's front door and opened it. Not long before they have gone, a little girl of ten, with red hair held neatly by a lavender headband, with emerald green eyes and dressed in a lavender dress stepped out of the silver car and raced up to the front door, almost tripping on the way.
"Whoops!"
"Oh my God, are you okay?!?"
"Yeah, I am. Just a bit excited, that's all."
The little redhead followed her parents up to the Principal's Office cautiously. Her parents would scold her if they saw her here. She laid low and followed them quietly.
"This school is perfect, darling. Our little girl would fit in quite nicely." The woman said approvingly.
"I do agree, Anne. I have heard wonderful things about this school. They say that this is the best school in the state." The man said.
Close by, the little girl listens to the conversations of her mother and father, hiding behind a wall. She looks around the place and thinks to herself.
"Not a bad-looking school, I suppose. But I would still prefer my school back in London. Oh well, whatever."
The elegantly-dressed man and woman knocked on the door of the Principal's Office. A voice of a woman answered from inside.
"Come in!"
They entered the room and closed the door noiselessly. Curious and completely excited, the little girl came out of the wall and broke off into a run. The floor is highly polished, so you would guess what would happen to the little girl.
"OW!"
She slipped and fell hard on her backside.
"Did you hear that?" The man noticed that tiny little voice from outside, suffering from the pain on her backside and letting out a cry of pain.
"That's probably nothing, sir. Probably just one of our janitors slipping on the highly polished floor." Ms. Mullins, the principal of Horace Green Prep, said with a straight face. She's afraid that she might make a fool out of herself in front of them, so she's being very uptight again. But get her drunk and she'll do an impersonation of Stevie Nicks, singing "Edge of Seventeen", whirling a tablecloth around.
"Are you sure? It sounded like a little girl's voice."
From outside, the little girl stood up, rubbing her backside.
"Owwie! That hurts! Great going, Ms. Graceful! You really live up to your name!"
She walked towards the door slowly. Every step gives every square inch of her backside pain. From inside the Principal's Office, Ms. Mullins and her parents are still having a conversation.
"Oh. Well, we just came to town two days ago and we are-"
The little red-haired girl placed her ear on the door, trying to listen to the conversation taking place between her parents and the principal.
"Darn it! I can't hear a thing!"
She moved her ear a bit to the side to get better hearing.
"Yes, as I have heard from my good friend, that this is the best school in the state."
"That's why we chose this wonderful school to enroll our daughter here."
"I am very pleased to hear that you chose Horace Green Preparatory School for your daughter. Let me assure you that she will meet all your expectations here at our school."
The little redhead moved a little bit closer to the doorknob, eavesdropping on her parents and the principal.
"Blah blah blah blah…that's all they're talking about."
"What is the name of your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Blake?"
The girl moved aside, trying to hear better, when suddenly, she didn't realize that she did something wrong. She pushed against the door harder & clutched on the doorknob. Just guess what happens next.
"Her name is-"
"EEEK!!!"
She accidentally turned the doorknob and slipped inside. Again. (Yes, she did this before.)
"Daphne! What in the world are you doing, young lady?!?"
She lifted her head from the floor and rubbed her nose. Then, she slowly turned at her parents, with facial expressions an artist would disregard painting.
"Uh…hey there…Mom…Dad…Ms. Principal of Horace Green…"
Her parents, horrified turned at Ms. Mullins, who has the same facial expression.
"Ms. Mullins, this is our daughter, Daphne."
Eavesdropping Danger-prone Daphne, that is.
Okay, that's the first re-write chapter. I hope she's not a Mary-Sue character anymore. Eww.