Ok, guys, I'm not going to be doing this disclaimer stuff any more, it just
wastes my time so, **understood disclaimer from now on**. Sorry it's taken
me so long to update, but I've gotten really busy in the past month or so
and, well, thing just fell to pieces.
Anyway, if all of the writing runs together, like there aren't paragraph
breaks, it's not me, but I apologize anyway. I know it's hard to read, but
I can't fix it. It's just what happens when I load this thing onto
fanfic.net. Thanks for the replies, by the way. They were the fuel I needed
to get back onto this story.
Chapter 4: Unexpected
Brooke hit her snooze button for the tenth time that morning. Chase and she had gone for a run through the woods until an hour before dawn. She didn't know how she would be able to make it through school today. She probably wouldn't bother going if she wasn't on her mission to find out who was in the same state as she was. "Brooke, I know you're exhausted, but school starts in thirty minutes and it takes us twenty minutes to get there," Chase mumbled threw the door. "Oh SHIT!" Brook rolled out of bed, shed her pj's, threw on some snug blue jeans and a black tank top, fell down the stairs, tripped over her back pack, and nearly forgot her ten page booklet on butterflies.
As Brooke and Chase pulled up to the school, Chase opened his mouth, "Oh Brooke, I forgot to tell you something..." Chase started, but he was interrupted be Brooke. "Can't it wait Chase? I'm gonna be late!" she choke threw her last mouthful of her slimfast meal bar. She jumped out of the car once in was in park and nearly sprinted to biology, her first class on "C" days. Brooke searched to room for Liz, but she wasn't present. Brooke sat in her seat just as the bell rang. Ms. Bitch entered threw her office door looking as she always did. "Everyone, pass up your life cycle report. Anyone who doesn't have it will receive a zero unless you come to detention for the week." There were a few moans to this, but it seemed most people had done their homework, for once. The door creaked open. Liz stumbled in. Her normally styled hair looked as though she has just rolled out of bed. Instead of her punk-rocker-chick look, she sported a plain white shirt, blue jeans and new balances. "You're two minutes and forty-seven seconds late Miss Gandallion. That will be a detention," sneered Ms. Bitch as thought she thoroughly enjoyed filling Liz's day with detentions. "Keep your shirt on. I've got a note," yawned Liz. Ms. Bitch's face fell; she looked as though Christmas had been canceled. She took the note from Liz, read it, and glared up at Liz again. "I don't suppose you forgot your report?" the old hag added with a shred of hope that Liz would indeed join her in detention. "No, I didn't forget your piece of shi-lovely essay," Liz caught herself and shoved the paper into Ms. Bitch's hands and sat down in the seat in front of Brooke. She laid her head down on the desk and promptly fell asleep. "Today we will be studying the life cycle of the homo sapiens," Ms. Bitch returned to her strict, sever self as she turned her back on the class. "Uh, Ms. Bonitz?" Ralph, a jock football player, raised his hand. "Yes Ralph?" "Uh, what's a homoshapy...honoph...hornysappiun," the class burst into a fit of laughter. Ms. Bitch look stern. "Homo sapiens, Ralph. And a homo sapien is a human being. All of you are homo sapiens," Ms. Bitch explained as if she were talking to first grader. "Not quite," Brooke muttered under her breath. "Now, we will start with birth..." the door creaked open again. "What is it now?!" Ms. Bitch seemed very pissed that her class was now being interrupted for the third time in five minutes. Two guys walked through the doorway. Both were sleepy-eyed and tousle- haired. Brooke thought there was something oddly familiar about them, but nothing was coming to mind. They were almost identical to every last detail, except that one was slightly tall and not quite ass "buff" as his twin (Brooke assumed they were twins). And upon closer inspection, Brooke found that the taller one had sapphire eyes while the buff one had chocolate eyes. Each was holding a yellow re-admittance slip. "Ah, Brett, Craig. Why are you late to your first biology lesson in two weeks?" she demanded sternly of the two as she took their re-admittance slips. "You know how long all that re-admittance stuff takes," tall-twin shrugged. "Um where do you want us to sit?" There were no empty desks in the room. "I have two desks in the closet. Brett, see if you can squeeze a desk next to Brooke." Brett, tall-twin, scanned the room to connect a face to the unfamiliar name. "Craig, see if you can get a desk between Katie and Karlie." Katie and Karlie squirmed with pleasure to have such a good looking male sitting between them. Poor guy, thought Brooke, they'll be hitting on him for the rest of the year. Brett and Craig (she thought she had it right) made their way to the closet and reemerged with a desk each. Craig squeezed into the small space between ditsy-bitch-one and ditsy-bitch- two. Brett still didn't seem to know who "Brooke" was but used to processes of elimination and squeezed along the row and sat his desk down next to Brooke's. His hand brushed across her shoulder. "Oh, sorry," he said sleepily before sliding into his seat. "No problem," Brooke replied quickly, but was a problem. Brooke had just realized what was so familiar about those twins.
Chapter 4: Unexpected
Brooke hit her snooze button for the tenth time that morning. Chase and she had gone for a run through the woods until an hour before dawn. She didn't know how she would be able to make it through school today. She probably wouldn't bother going if she wasn't on her mission to find out who was in the same state as she was. "Brooke, I know you're exhausted, but school starts in thirty minutes and it takes us twenty minutes to get there," Chase mumbled threw the door. "Oh SHIT!" Brook rolled out of bed, shed her pj's, threw on some snug blue jeans and a black tank top, fell down the stairs, tripped over her back pack, and nearly forgot her ten page booklet on butterflies.
As Brooke and Chase pulled up to the school, Chase opened his mouth, "Oh Brooke, I forgot to tell you something..." Chase started, but he was interrupted be Brooke. "Can't it wait Chase? I'm gonna be late!" she choke threw her last mouthful of her slimfast meal bar. She jumped out of the car once in was in park and nearly sprinted to biology, her first class on "C" days. Brooke searched to room for Liz, but she wasn't present. Brooke sat in her seat just as the bell rang. Ms. Bitch entered threw her office door looking as she always did. "Everyone, pass up your life cycle report. Anyone who doesn't have it will receive a zero unless you come to detention for the week." There were a few moans to this, but it seemed most people had done their homework, for once. The door creaked open. Liz stumbled in. Her normally styled hair looked as though she has just rolled out of bed. Instead of her punk-rocker-chick look, she sported a plain white shirt, blue jeans and new balances. "You're two minutes and forty-seven seconds late Miss Gandallion. That will be a detention," sneered Ms. Bitch as thought she thoroughly enjoyed filling Liz's day with detentions. "Keep your shirt on. I've got a note," yawned Liz. Ms. Bitch's face fell; she looked as though Christmas had been canceled. She took the note from Liz, read it, and glared up at Liz again. "I don't suppose you forgot your report?" the old hag added with a shred of hope that Liz would indeed join her in detention. "No, I didn't forget your piece of shi-lovely essay," Liz caught herself and shoved the paper into Ms. Bitch's hands and sat down in the seat in front of Brooke. She laid her head down on the desk and promptly fell asleep. "Today we will be studying the life cycle of the homo sapiens," Ms. Bitch returned to her strict, sever self as she turned her back on the class. "Uh, Ms. Bonitz?" Ralph, a jock football player, raised his hand. "Yes Ralph?" "Uh, what's a homoshapy...honoph...hornysappiun," the class burst into a fit of laughter. Ms. Bitch look stern. "Homo sapiens, Ralph. And a homo sapien is a human being. All of you are homo sapiens," Ms. Bitch explained as if she were talking to first grader. "Not quite," Brooke muttered under her breath. "Now, we will start with birth..." the door creaked open again. "What is it now?!" Ms. Bitch seemed very pissed that her class was now being interrupted for the third time in five minutes. Two guys walked through the doorway. Both were sleepy-eyed and tousle- haired. Brooke thought there was something oddly familiar about them, but nothing was coming to mind. They were almost identical to every last detail, except that one was slightly tall and not quite ass "buff" as his twin (Brooke assumed they were twins). And upon closer inspection, Brooke found that the taller one had sapphire eyes while the buff one had chocolate eyes. Each was holding a yellow re-admittance slip. "Ah, Brett, Craig. Why are you late to your first biology lesson in two weeks?" she demanded sternly of the two as she took their re-admittance slips. "You know how long all that re-admittance stuff takes," tall-twin shrugged. "Um where do you want us to sit?" There were no empty desks in the room. "I have two desks in the closet. Brett, see if you can squeeze a desk next to Brooke." Brett, tall-twin, scanned the room to connect a face to the unfamiliar name. "Craig, see if you can get a desk between Katie and Karlie." Katie and Karlie squirmed with pleasure to have such a good looking male sitting between them. Poor guy, thought Brooke, they'll be hitting on him for the rest of the year. Brett and Craig (she thought she had it right) made their way to the closet and reemerged with a desk each. Craig squeezed into the small space between ditsy-bitch-one and ditsy-bitch- two. Brett still didn't seem to know who "Brooke" was but used to processes of elimination and squeezed along the row and sat his desk down next to Brooke's. His hand brushed across her shoulder. "Oh, sorry," he said sleepily before sliding into his seat. "No problem," Brooke replied quickly, but was a problem. Brooke had just realized what was so familiar about those twins.