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very nice. And remember, I don't own Liberty's Kids, but the characters
yeah...
The strange girl embraced them.
"Sarah! James! So good to see you! I have to work on ya'll now though," The girl stated.
James and Sarah broke the hug, confused. The girl tossed her dark brown hair and pulled out two shopping bags. She beamed at the two.
"Okay, can you two change into these clothes and then come back out here?" The brunette asked, dropping clothes in James and Sarah's arms.
She pushed them into a stall each and they complied. They came out, seconds later. James wearing sweats, sneakers, and a white t-shirt. Sarah wore loose jeans, flip-flops, and a white t-shirt. The strange girl smiled and grabbed some scissors. She motioned for James to come near and clipped his hair to a chunky shag that hung around his chin. She chopped off several inches of Sarah's dead ends and styled her hair into a ponytail that perched high atop her head.
"Oh, I'm... Well, that's not important. Just think of me as your friend. Anyways, you guys are here to help me. In order to help me, you guys will need to fit in, and in order to fit in, you need things like names, clothes, and what not," The girl began mysteriously.
James and Sarah nodded, confused.
"So, let's start with your aliases. Do you like the names you have?" She asked quickly.
Sarah and James looked at one another.
"I don't know," Sarah said.
"Well, you could be named anything you want. Lola Vanderbuilt or Tim Smith, you get my drift?" The girl answered.
They nodded at her.
"Yeah. I think I'll stick with my original name, thank-you," Sarah replied calmly.
The girl looked to James.
"What she said," He grunted.
The girl bit her lip.
"How about I modernize your names a bit? Sarah, we're basically going to keep your name the same. But we're going to drop the h and the s. So you'll go by Sara Phillip. James, we're going to call you Jamie Hilton, is that okay with ya'll?" She rambled.
The two nodded. The girl smiled and pulled some enrollment forms out of the bag. She quickly filled most of them out, having James and Sarah sign it. The girl smiled at them, shaking their hands.
"Nice doing business with you. Right now the entire school's at an assembly, so I'll drop them off. If anyone asks where you're from, Sarah, you're an exchange student from England, and James, you moved here from Pennsylvania. Try not at all to speak of your past, and if they ask and you cannot get out of it, lie. In Social Studies, we're studying the Revolutionary War and Colonial times, which I'm sure you'll have no problem with. Math is Algebra, which you might have a problem with, C.A. is, well, pointless. And Science is matter," She rambled, winking.
James and Sarah grinned and frowned.
"I know you have questions. The year is 2003, the month is September. Today is the twenty-third. Yes, America did win the war, and we are now the richest country in the world. There's now indoor plumbing, air- conditioning, and computers. Our country is a democracy, with an elected Congress, a Judicial Branch, and a President. Our current president is George W. Bush Jr. There's fifty states now, and we're in... Well, that doesn't matter. Also, the U.S. now stretches to the Pacific Ocean. And that's all I can tell you right now," She ranted.
James and Sarah's eyes widened.
"Why won't you tell us your name or where we are?" James asked suspiciously.
"More importantly, why and how did we get here!" Sarah questioned, annoyed.
The girl's smile fell.
"Truth takes time," She answered seriously.
She threw the hair in the trash and set the clothes in the bag. Then, the girl broke into a wide smile.
"Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention that slavery was abolished. Now African-American children go to school with Caucasian-Americans and Latino- Americans," The girl replied.
Sarah's eyes widened and she hugged the stranger.
"YAY!" Sarah screamed.
Their friend looked around, almost paranoidly. She shushed them.
"Shh. Ya'll follow me to the office, okay? The school's shaped like a circle, so you can't get lost," She muttered.
The two teenagers nodded at her, and the girl pulled a map from her bag. She gestured towards some areas.
"This is where we will be having our core classes. There are bathrooms by the gym, between the eighth grade pod and the gym, between the cafeteria and the sixth grade pod, and in each of the pods. The cafeteria is right outside. Now, we've got to hurry," The girl explained authoritatively.
She handed them each a binder, Sarah's blue, and James' red. She then opened the door, looked around, finding no one around, and slipped them out. She led them down the hall and to the office. There was no one at the desk and the girl began to hack into it. She enrolled them in available classes, setting up a folder for each of them.
She wiped the keyboard, just in case, and sat on the right side of James. She wiped her forehead.
"You guys so owe me for that. I think I broke a few laws there," She whispered.
Sarah and James looked alarmed. A few moments later, the secretary returned to her desk. She looked up.
"How may I help you?" The secretary asked.
The girl smiled.
"Well, Mrs. Pawn, these two kids are new here. I believe they need their schedules," She demanded.
Mrs. Pawn nodded.
"What are their names?" Mrs. Pawn asked.
"Sara Phillip and Jamie Hilton," The girl replied calmly.
Mrs. Pawn nodded and typed into the computer.
"So, you skipped out early on the assembly?" She replied conversationally.
Mrs. Pawn smirked.
"Yeah. You know how Mr. Sausage is when he gets on one of his speeches," Mrs. Pawn grinned, printing out the schedules.
The girl nodded.
"Yeah. How much more of it is left?" She asked, sounding nervous.
Mrs. Pawn shrugged.
"A few minutes. You kids should head to the lockers," Mrs. Pawn responded, handing James and Sarah the papers.
The girl nodded and smiled, opening the door and leaving. She began to run down the hall, quieting once she reached the gym. She walked to the pod, and then her locker. She did her combination, threw the bag in, grabbed her binder and then her Spanish binder, before locking it. She showed Sarah and James to their lockers, which were in the right hallway. They nodded and she handed them each a lunch bag, which they placed gingerly in the lockers.
The girl went over their schedules. Sarah was in first hour with her in Sewing, while James was in 2-D Art. Both were in second hour Spanish with her and then all the same classes. She grinned at them.
"Look, guys, just follow me," She replied.
James frowned.
"But I don't know the first thing about art!" James whined.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"James, you can draw, can't you?" Sarah snapped.
James shrugged. The girl stepped back and it was then that our friends from the past got a good look at her for the first time.
The girl had brown hair with brown eyes. She was two inches taller than Sarah and two inches shorter than James. Her hair was shoulder length and she wore white sneakers with dark blue jeans that were low-rise and tight and a light pink sleeveless shirt with sparkles and embroidery on the front. She flushed under their gaze, and then shook her head clear and continued.
"Well, thankfully, it's a B day, so we don't have gym today. And thank God it's Friday," The girl replied thankfully.
Soon, other eighth graders came pouring in the room. Once again, the girl began to run and Sarah and James began to follow her helplessly. She stopped running in front of a room directly next to the library, shoving James inside.
"This is your art class. And remember, you're new, from Pennsylvania, and your name is Jamie Hilton. Got it? We'll meet up with you at Spanish, which is the room on your left, by the way, the other is the library," She said breathlessly.
She then left James there, running needlessly to the Family And Consumer Sciences room. Her teacher was surprisingly there.
"Hi, Mrs. Leavenworth! This is my friend Sara Phillip. She's new here and this is her first hour. Can you help her?" She panted.
Sarah looked at her strange new friend. Mrs. Leavenworth, who was skinny with glasses and red hair, looked at her.
"Sure. Now, she'll need a tub for her supplies, a machine to use, some material and thread, a pattern..." Mrs. Leavenworth trailed off.
Sarah smiled and spoke up.
"Well, I'll partner with her, but I can sew without a machine. What are we making?" Sarah said quickly.
Mrs. Leavenworth looked surprised at her accent.
"Right now, we're working on pumpkins. I can give you fabric, the pattern, thread if you need some. I'm sure that... share her stuffing with you," Mrs. Leavenworth explained.
Sarah blamed the fact that she hadn't heard all of it on the fact that a large bell had just rung. She jumped a foot in the air. The girl showed her the fabrics and she picked out a fuzzy orange one, snagging a pattern, needle, scissors, and thread.
First Sarah threaded the needle. Then she pinned the fabric, cutting out the necessary pieces for the pumpkin. Students began to enter the classroom. Her friend moved to a machine, using the machine to sew the pieces together. While the mysterious girl concentrated on her sewing, Sarah began hers. By the end of class, Sarah had sewn almost the whole thing together. Everyone ignored her, which she was fine with.
"Okay class, time to clean up!" Mrs. Leavenworth yelled, just as the morning announcements sounded.
Sarah's only friend at the school besides James began muttering almost violently under her breath. Then she quickly started stuffing stuff into a full tray, picking up the scissors, running to put the tray in the storage cavity and putting the scissors away. Sarah too put the things away. She followed her friend out of the room.
- Loren ;
The strange girl embraced them.
"Sarah! James! So good to see you! I have to work on ya'll now though," The girl stated.
James and Sarah broke the hug, confused. The girl tossed her dark brown hair and pulled out two shopping bags. She beamed at the two.
"Okay, can you two change into these clothes and then come back out here?" The brunette asked, dropping clothes in James and Sarah's arms.
She pushed them into a stall each and they complied. They came out, seconds later. James wearing sweats, sneakers, and a white t-shirt. Sarah wore loose jeans, flip-flops, and a white t-shirt. The strange girl smiled and grabbed some scissors. She motioned for James to come near and clipped his hair to a chunky shag that hung around his chin. She chopped off several inches of Sarah's dead ends and styled her hair into a ponytail that perched high atop her head.
"Oh, I'm... Well, that's not important. Just think of me as your friend. Anyways, you guys are here to help me. In order to help me, you guys will need to fit in, and in order to fit in, you need things like names, clothes, and what not," The girl began mysteriously.
James and Sarah nodded, confused.
"So, let's start with your aliases. Do you like the names you have?" She asked quickly.
Sarah and James looked at one another.
"I don't know," Sarah said.
"Well, you could be named anything you want. Lola Vanderbuilt or Tim Smith, you get my drift?" The girl answered.
They nodded at her.
"Yeah. I think I'll stick with my original name, thank-you," Sarah replied calmly.
The girl looked to James.
"What she said," He grunted.
The girl bit her lip.
"How about I modernize your names a bit? Sarah, we're basically going to keep your name the same. But we're going to drop the h and the s. So you'll go by Sara Phillip. James, we're going to call you Jamie Hilton, is that okay with ya'll?" She rambled.
The two nodded. The girl smiled and pulled some enrollment forms out of the bag. She quickly filled most of them out, having James and Sarah sign it. The girl smiled at them, shaking their hands.
"Nice doing business with you. Right now the entire school's at an assembly, so I'll drop them off. If anyone asks where you're from, Sarah, you're an exchange student from England, and James, you moved here from Pennsylvania. Try not at all to speak of your past, and if they ask and you cannot get out of it, lie. In Social Studies, we're studying the Revolutionary War and Colonial times, which I'm sure you'll have no problem with. Math is Algebra, which you might have a problem with, C.A. is, well, pointless. And Science is matter," She rambled, winking.
James and Sarah grinned and frowned.
"I know you have questions. The year is 2003, the month is September. Today is the twenty-third. Yes, America did win the war, and we are now the richest country in the world. There's now indoor plumbing, air- conditioning, and computers. Our country is a democracy, with an elected Congress, a Judicial Branch, and a President. Our current president is George W. Bush Jr. There's fifty states now, and we're in... Well, that doesn't matter. Also, the U.S. now stretches to the Pacific Ocean. And that's all I can tell you right now," She ranted.
James and Sarah's eyes widened.
"Why won't you tell us your name or where we are?" James asked suspiciously.
"More importantly, why and how did we get here!" Sarah questioned, annoyed.
The girl's smile fell.
"Truth takes time," She answered seriously.
She threw the hair in the trash and set the clothes in the bag. Then, the girl broke into a wide smile.
"Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention that slavery was abolished. Now African-American children go to school with Caucasian-Americans and Latino- Americans," The girl replied.
Sarah's eyes widened and she hugged the stranger.
"YAY!" Sarah screamed.
Their friend looked around, almost paranoidly. She shushed them.
"Shh. Ya'll follow me to the office, okay? The school's shaped like a circle, so you can't get lost," She muttered.
The two teenagers nodded at her, and the girl pulled a map from her bag. She gestured towards some areas.
"This is where we will be having our core classes. There are bathrooms by the gym, between the eighth grade pod and the gym, between the cafeteria and the sixth grade pod, and in each of the pods. The cafeteria is right outside. Now, we've got to hurry," The girl explained authoritatively.
She handed them each a binder, Sarah's blue, and James' red. She then opened the door, looked around, finding no one around, and slipped them out. She led them down the hall and to the office. There was no one at the desk and the girl began to hack into it. She enrolled them in available classes, setting up a folder for each of them.
She wiped the keyboard, just in case, and sat on the right side of James. She wiped her forehead.
"You guys so owe me for that. I think I broke a few laws there," She whispered.
Sarah and James looked alarmed. A few moments later, the secretary returned to her desk. She looked up.
"How may I help you?" The secretary asked.
The girl smiled.
"Well, Mrs. Pawn, these two kids are new here. I believe they need their schedules," She demanded.
Mrs. Pawn nodded.
"What are their names?" Mrs. Pawn asked.
"Sara Phillip and Jamie Hilton," The girl replied calmly.
Mrs. Pawn nodded and typed into the computer.
"So, you skipped out early on the assembly?" She replied conversationally.
Mrs. Pawn smirked.
"Yeah. You know how Mr. Sausage is when he gets on one of his speeches," Mrs. Pawn grinned, printing out the schedules.
The girl nodded.
"Yeah. How much more of it is left?" She asked, sounding nervous.
Mrs. Pawn shrugged.
"A few minutes. You kids should head to the lockers," Mrs. Pawn responded, handing James and Sarah the papers.
The girl nodded and smiled, opening the door and leaving. She began to run down the hall, quieting once she reached the gym. She walked to the pod, and then her locker. She did her combination, threw the bag in, grabbed her binder and then her Spanish binder, before locking it. She showed Sarah and James to their lockers, which were in the right hallway. They nodded and she handed them each a lunch bag, which they placed gingerly in the lockers.
The girl went over their schedules. Sarah was in first hour with her in Sewing, while James was in 2-D Art. Both were in second hour Spanish with her and then all the same classes. She grinned at them.
"Look, guys, just follow me," She replied.
James frowned.
"But I don't know the first thing about art!" James whined.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"James, you can draw, can't you?" Sarah snapped.
James shrugged. The girl stepped back and it was then that our friends from the past got a good look at her for the first time.
The girl had brown hair with brown eyes. She was two inches taller than Sarah and two inches shorter than James. Her hair was shoulder length and she wore white sneakers with dark blue jeans that were low-rise and tight and a light pink sleeveless shirt with sparkles and embroidery on the front. She flushed under their gaze, and then shook her head clear and continued.
"Well, thankfully, it's a B day, so we don't have gym today. And thank God it's Friday," The girl replied thankfully.
Soon, other eighth graders came pouring in the room. Once again, the girl began to run and Sarah and James began to follow her helplessly. She stopped running in front of a room directly next to the library, shoving James inside.
"This is your art class. And remember, you're new, from Pennsylvania, and your name is Jamie Hilton. Got it? We'll meet up with you at Spanish, which is the room on your left, by the way, the other is the library," She said breathlessly.
She then left James there, running needlessly to the Family And Consumer Sciences room. Her teacher was surprisingly there.
"Hi, Mrs. Leavenworth! This is my friend Sara Phillip. She's new here and this is her first hour. Can you help her?" She panted.
Sarah looked at her strange new friend. Mrs. Leavenworth, who was skinny with glasses and red hair, looked at her.
"Sure. Now, she'll need a tub for her supplies, a machine to use, some material and thread, a pattern..." Mrs. Leavenworth trailed off.
Sarah smiled and spoke up.
"Well, I'll partner with her, but I can sew without a machine. What are we making?" Sarah said quickly.
Mrs. Leavenworth looked surprised at her accent.
"Right now, we're working on pumpkins. I can give you fabric, the pattern, thread if you need some. I'm sure that... share her stuffing with you," Mrs. Leavenworth explained.
Sarah blamed the fact that she hadn't heard all of it on the fact that a large bell had just rung. She jumped a foot in the air. The girl showed her the fabrics and she picked out a fuzzy orange one, snagging a pattern, needle, scissors, and thread.
First Sarah threaded the needle. Then she pinned the fabric, cutting out the necessary pieces for the pumpkin. Students began to enter the classroom. Her friend moved to a machine, using the machine to sew the pieces together. While the mysterious girl concentrated on her sewing, Sarah began hers. By the end of class, Sarah had sewn almost the whole thing together. Everyone ignored her, which she was fine with.
"Okay class, time to clean up!" Mrs. Leavenworth yelled, just as the morning announcements sounded.
Sarah's only friend at the school besides James began muttering almost violently under her breath. Then she quickly started stuffing stuff into a full tray, picking up the scissors, running to put the tray in the storage cavity and putting the scissors away. Sarah too put the things away. She followed her friend out of the room.
- Loren ;
