Ah. Chapter two. Well, this is nice…no ones reading it..o well. O.k. I know the last chapter was kind of, well, "abstract" but as the story draws to an end, it will all make perfect sense. For anyone who wasn't scared away by chapter 1, comments, help and feedback are most welcome, so PLEASE review. Thanks, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: do I look like an elder white male (Stan Lee) who owns a billion dollar enterprise (marvel comics)? Really? Well then, it would make sense that I write a fanfic as oppose to actually publishing it.
Sigh. Just don't sue, k? it don't belong to me.
'Ahhh!'
Jubilee's heart pounded. The shrill scream echoed eerily around her, and she pulled her blankets tightly around her. Clenching her eyes shut, she prayed the demons of night to abandonment. Clutching a small locket, her body curling defensively, she prepared for darks assault.
"Well, someone looks 'pleasant' today."
"Yeah! What's the matter? Immie have a nightmare?" Casting a withering glare to her patronizing entourage, the young Asian muttered a select string of curses.
"Young lady! What did you just say?" Mrs. Jolly hissed tersely. Before Jubilee could reply, the withered woman grabbed her by the arm. Yanking her to her feet, the thirteen-year old yelped in pain.
"Class," the weathered witch cried. "I am escorting this delinquent to the headmistress' office. If I hear so much as a peep," she glared at the now-quiet class, "janitorial duties for all!"
Dragging the wispy child behind her, she slammed the door. Two boys exchanged sly grins.
"Shafted!"
"Now Jubilation. You know Saint Marie's Prefatory School holds respect for the high-class students who attend. That respect, however, can only be handed out to the population of well-behaved young adults. You, on the other hand,"
Jubilee sighed. This caught the attention of Miss. Manners. Stepping from behind her bureau, she straightened to her looming height. Shoulders squared, her beady eyes narrowed. Despite the severity of the situation, Jubilee felt inclined to laugh. At the site of the whip, however, the feeling subsided.
"Now, the law may prevent the sister's from using capital punishment, bless the old days…But perhaps bringing this to the attention of your parents will rectify the situation!"
The pupil tensed. She knew exactly what her parents would do. Emigrated from China, they're standards of achievement were always higher than Jubilee cared to reach. Once, she'd blown off a math assignment, and her parents had forbade her from frequenting the arcade! Another time, she'd failed a quiz, and her gymnastics lessons had been cancelled.
Of, course, that didn't stop her from going. She'd gotten a sponsor while in-lining at a park, and continued her lessons with that money. As long as they weren't paying for it, the parentals had no idea what she was up to. Maybe if they'd spend more time with her…
Interrupting her thoughts was the receiver of the telephone, thrust into her face. Looking up, her cerulean eyes met with the water pools of Hitler. The Headmistress grinned smugly.
"For you, dear."
