In case you didn't know I'm the biggest theater geek EVER! MUAHAHAHAHA.
Wicked is well wicked! Ha-ha.
They got rid of the asterisks. WTF? Jeez!
Slash is coming...there HAS to be slash. Not this chapter but definitely in the next couple chapters. YAY!
Sapphy- there's some Race again. And loads of pep week stupidity. Feel free to stab and kill. Race will be around a lot next chapter.
Lyra- Your reviews make my day.
Dreamer- thanks for the review, hallway decorating sucks...A LOT!
------The italics in parenthesis are Skittery's thoughts. I LOVE SKITTERY! -------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- Think about celebrated heads of state or especially great communicators. Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh! They were popular! Please, it's all about popular. It's not about aptitude it's the way you're viewed.
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Let's face it: Homecoming is a pointless and out of date tradition. Yet it continues on with such force that it's frightening. When the pep rally rolled around, where the Homecoming Court is announced, The Dorktastics took their place way back on the gym's bleachers. The "bad kids" stood off to the side, leaning against a wall and smoking their cigarettes until they were forced to snuff them out. The Elitists sat in the first front rows with their respected teams, a sea of maroon and white stomping hard on the bleachers, giving everyone a headache.
After fifteen minutes of settling down the principal took the floor, his speech heard by absolutely no one but himself. When he was done he screamed "Lets go Canucks!" causing a ripple affect of screaming and cheers throughout the gym. The Dorktastics and bad kids burst into fits of laughter.
"Its like Braveheart without the Scottish accents," Specs observed. The Dorktastics giggled more, mocking the cheers as Lauren Morales, the senior class president, congratulated her class on Hallway Decorating and reminding the students of the Homecoming rules.
"Ok guys, here it goes. No drinking or drugs before, during, or after the dance, football game, or ever. (Like THAT'S gonna happen) Be respectful to the other team. No "booing". (Who gives a fuck about the other team? Or who wins or loses? They're all losers to me) Show school spirit: wear maroon and white tonight at the game. (Thank God you told me! I would've worn my baby blue button up shirt if I hadn't known!) Dates must be of the opposite sex. (Why? Oppressing fuckers) Dress should be appropriate. (I'm gonna show up naked now) Follow the rules. (Really? That's a good rule) Ok you guys? Alright we're going to find out who's on the Homecoming Court now! WOO!" Lauren handed the mike back to the principal and he took a small, crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. The gym quickly silenced and everyone stopped in awe of that stupid piece of paper with names harshly scribbled down in permanent marker. The piece of paper was the deciding factor in some people's emotions and self-esteem, and no one even realized how much heart break was being held in the balding man's hand. Lydia noticed though, it was all she ever did: watch. She looked over at Mush Meyers, he looked quite bored. Race Higgins was joking around like an idiot, and Jack was talking to Jessica Mirra, both deep in conversation.
And she looked over at her friends. Specs and Maria's faces were close together, both whispering in each other's ears and giggling at their own private jokes. David was reading; it was How the Garcia Sisters lost their Accents now. His curly brown hair was to Lydia's face and she had to laugh at him. He was the only boy she knew who gave a damn about the Garcia Sisters. Jill was making jokes, laughing at the principal's shiny bald spot and short stature in comparison to Lauren Morales.
And Bumlets was staring, well salivating, over Skittery Dilger.
"Bumlets? Earth to Bumlets!" Jill said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
"Huh, uh wha...?" Bumlets was in daze. He finally broke from it and looked up at his friends, all of which were laughing at him hysterically.
Skittery did not notice his admirer. The "bad kids" ignored everything going on around them; they were always stuck in their own little world. They continued their leaning in silence until Spot broke it with a smart ass comment.
"Hey Teri, I hope the crown will fit on your big head," Spot remarked pushing her playfully.
"I hope the crown pokes your eye out," she replied moving away from the short blonde boy.
Blink fixed his supposedly "cool" eye patch and began to bite his nails, a nervous habit he picked up when he needed a hit. He was pissed that they were all pushed into this gym for this stupid rally. He wished he was cutting ninth period like every other day but alas his friends decided that they all might as well go.
"You're only in high school once," Sam had said, fixing her almost white blonde hair and pulling up her hip huggers so that her thong was no longer visible.
"Thank God," Blink thought.
"Teachers are now in charge of the nomination process for Homecoming Court instead of having coaches choose players from their teams. This way everyone here at NP, including members of the Drama Club, Class Officers, and academically advanced students can be involved as well," the principal announced, a goofy grin on his face. The gym silenced. There was a collective gasp from the "jock" section of the auditorium and everyone looked at each other with shock and fear. The delicate balance of Homecoming was ruined. He went through the freshman and the sophomores, gasps of shock sounding through the now silent gym when most names were called.
"And the junior boys up for Homecoming Court are: Sean Meyers, James Kenny, Dominic Osorio, Anthony Higgins, David Jacobs, and Michael Dilger," Everyone looked at each other. What in the hell was going on? David put his book down and stood up. Bumlets, thoroughly confused by everything, followed him down the bleachers. Blink and Skittery walked towards their principal, a man they knew well. Teri and Sam couldn't stop laughing at the completely bizarre situation. Mush and Race were used to the routine and walked up to the eclectic group.
"The junior girls are: Samantha Harris, Kim Dish, Lydia Mayer, Jackie Josey, Jillian Greene, and Teri Brown." The gym clapped, out of confusion, and the girls all made their way. The senior's nominations were then called, more bewilderment. The very delicate balance of Homecoming Court had just broken apart. And Bumlets loved it.
"I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger," the sentence kept repeating in his head. He looked over at Jill and Lydia and they both knowingly winked.
"Well here you go folks. You'll be allowed to vote tomorrow night at the Homecoming Dance. Good luck tonight at the game boys. GO CANUCKS!" The principal turned off the mike and placed it on the table placed behind him.
The large group stood in silence. The Dorktastics, not wanting to spend one more second with the group (except for Bumlets), all walked away to meet up with Maria and Specs.
"Hey uh, Lydia and you other guys, uh wait up!" Mush called after them.
"Shut-up Mush! This year so doesn't count! I'm NOT spending time with, those.....'people'," Kim remarked. "That includes you too," she was facing the "bad kids" now.
"What?" Jill asked, exasperated. The group stopped and faced their fellow competitors.
"So about the dance," Mush started.
"I'll bring the beer!" Race yelled.
What in the hell was going on?
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--If you're confused it goes- Bumlets/Dominic Osorio, Mush/Sean Myers, James/Blink Kenny, Race/Anthony Higgins, Michael/Skittery Dilger.
--I swear to you this all actually happened. And it continues to happen. Weird huh?
--Next up...Amish mating rituals. Sounds silly and bizarre, doesn't it? That's because it is.
They got rid of the asterisks. WTF? Jeez!
Slash is coming...there HAS to be slash. Not this chapter but definitely in the next couple chapters. YAY!
Sapphy- there's some Race again. And loads of pep week stupidity. Feel free to stab and kill. Race will be around a lot next chapter.
Lyra- Your reviews make my day.
Dreamer- thanks for the review, hallway decorating sucks...A LOT!
------The italics in parenthesis are Skittery's thoughts. I LOVE SKITTERY! -------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- Think about celebrated heads of state or especially great communicators. Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh! They were popular! Please, it's all about popular. It's not about aptitude it's the way you're viewed.
Wicked ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------
Let's face it: Homecoming is a pointless and out of date tradition. Yet it continues on with such force that it's frightening. When the pep rally rolled around, where the Homecoming Court is announced, The Dorktastics took their place way back on the gym's bleachers. The "bad kids" stood off to the side, leaning against a wall and smoking their cigarettes until they were forced to snuff them out. The Elitists sat in the first front rows with their respected teams, a sea of maroon and white stomping hard on the bleachers, giving everyone a headache.
After fifteen minutes of settling down the principal took the floor, his speech heard by absolutely no one but himself. When he was done he screamed "Lets go Canucks!" causing a ripple affect of screaming and cheers throughout the gym. The Dorktastics and bad kids burst into fits of laughter.
"Its like Braveheart without the Scottish accents," Specs observed. The Dorktastics giggled more, mocking the cheers as Lauren Morales, the senior class president, congratulated her class on Hallway Decorating and reminding the students of the Homecoming rules.
"Ok guys, here it goes. No drinking or drugs before, during, or after the dance, football game, or ever. (Like THAT'S gonna happen) Be respectful to the other team. No "booing". (Who gives a fuck about the other team? Or who wins or loses? They're all losers to me) Show school spirit: wear maroon and white tonight at the game. (Thank God you told me! I would've worn my baby blue button up shirt if I hadn't known!) Dates must be of the opposite sex. (Why? Oppressing fuckers) Dress should be appropriate. (I'm gonna show up naked now) Follow the rules. (Really? That's a good rule) Ok you guys? Alright we're going to find out who's on the Homecoming Court now! WOO!" Lauren handed the mike back to the principal and he took a small, crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. The gym quickly silenced and everyone stopped in awe of that stupid piece of paper with names harshly scribbled down in permanent marker. The piece of paper was the deciding factor in some people's emotions and self-esteem, and no one even realized how much heart break was being held in the balding man's hand. Lydia noticed though, it was all she ever did: watch. She looked over at Mush Meyers, he looked quite bored. Race Higgins was joking around like an idiot, and Jack was talking to Jessica Mirra, both deep in conversation.
And she looked over at her friends. Specs and Maria's faces were close together, both whispering in each other's ears and giggling at their own private jokes. David was reading; it was How the Garcia Sisters lost their Accents now. His curly brown hair was to Lydia's face and she had to laugh at him. He was the only boy she knew who gave a damn about the Garcia Sisters. Jill was making jokes, laughing at the principal's shiny bald spot and short stature in comparison to Lauren Morales.
And Bumlets was staring, well salivating, over Skittery Dilger.
"Bumlets? Earth to Bumlets!" Jill said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
"Huh, uh wha...?" Bumlets was in daze. He finally broke from it and looked up at his friends, all of which were laughing at him hysterically.
Skittery did not notice his admirer. The "bad kids" ignored everything going on around them; they were always stuck in their own little world. They continued their leaning in silence until Spot broke it with a smart ass comment.
"Hey Teri, I hope the crown will fit on your big head," Spot remarked pushing her playfully.
"I hope the crown pokes your eye out," she replied moving away from the short blonde boy.
Blink fixed his supposedly "cool" eye patch and began to bite his nails, a nervous habit he picked up when he needed a hit. He was pissed that they were all pushed into this gym for this stupid rally. He wished he was cutting ninth period like every other day but alas his friends decided that they all might as well go.
"You're only in high school once," Sam had said, fixing her almost white blonde hair and pulling up her hip huggers so that her thong was no longer visible.
"Thank God," Blink thought.
"Teachers are now in charge of the nomination process for Homecoming Court instead of having coaches choose players from their teams. This way everyone here at NP, including members of the Drama Club, Class Officers, and academically advanced students can be involved as well," the principal announced, a goofy grin on his face. The gym silenced. There was a collective gasp from the "jock" section of the auditorium and everyone looked at each other with shock and fear. The delicate balance of Homecoming was ruined. He went through the freshman and the sophomores, gasps of shock sounding through the now silent gym when most names were called.
"And the junior boys up for Homecoming Court are: Sean Meyers, James Kenny, Dominic Osorio, Anthony Higgins, David Jacobs, and Michael Dilger," Everyone looked at each other. What in the hell was going on? David put his book down and stood up. Bumlets, thoroughly confused by everything, followed him down the bleachers. Blink and Skittery walked towards their principal, a man they knew well. Teri and Sam couldn't stop laughing at the completely bizarre situation. Mush and Race were used to the routine and walked up to the eclectic group.
"The junior girls are: Samantha Harris, Kim Dish, Lydia Mayer, Jackie Josey, Jillian Greene, and Teri Brown." The gym clapped, out of confusion, and the girls all made their way. The senior's nominations were then called, more bewilderment. The very delicate balance of Homecoming Court had just broken apart. And Bumlets loved it.
"I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger. I'm standing next to Skittery Dilger," the sentence kept repeating in his head. He looked over at Jill and Lydia and they both knowingly winked.
"Well here you go folks. You'll be allowed to vote tomorrow night at the Homecoming Dance. Good luck tonight at the game boys. GO CANUCKS!" The principal turned off the mike and placed it on the table placed behind him.
The large group stood in silence. The Dorktastics, not wanting to spend one more second with the group (except for Bumlets), all walked away to meet up with Maria and Specs.
"Hey uh, Lydia and you other guys, uh wait up!" Mush called after them.
"Shut-up Mush! This year so doesn't count! I'm NOT spending time with, those.....'people'," Kim remarked. "That includes you too," she was facing the "bad kids" now.
"What?" Jill asked, exasperated. The group stopped and faced their fellow competitors.
"So about the dance," Mush started.
"I'll bring the beer!" Race yelled.
What in the hell was going on?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------
--If you're confused it goes- Bumlets/Dominic Osorio, Mush/Sean Myers, James/Blink Kenny, Race/Anthony Higgins, Michael/Skittery Dilger.
--I swear to you this all actually happened. And it continues to happen. Weird huh?
--Next up...Amish mating rituals. Sounds silly and bizarre, doesn't it? That's because it is.