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New story. The gang is in high school. Rachel is of course the popular cheerleader. Chandler and Joey are also popular jocks that play football and wrestling. Monica and Phoebe are also popular. Monica is a cheerleader and is NOT fat. Phoebe is her quirky self and plays hockey. She is the only girl and one of the best players. Ross is kind of a geek. However, not too much of a geek. He plays golf and runs track. It's Chandler, Joey, and Ross' senior year and Rachel, Monica, and Phoebe's junior year.
So that's about it. On with the show.
"Monica! Rachel and Phoebe are here!" Her mother bellowed from downstairs. It was 7:30 am and Monica had been up since 6:00. Actually she'd been up all night thinking about the next day. It was a new year. She'd lost all her fat over the summer and was sure to impress anyone that looked at her.
"Be right down!" Monica said excitedly, raising her hair and shaping it into an almost perfect bun.
Today was going to be a good day. Today was cheerleading tryouts. Today was the first day of school.
"You chicks ready?" Monica came bounding down the stairs, her hair swaying with the rhythm of her feet.
Rachel was leaning on the door seal, tapping her foot impatiently. "What's my body language tell ya?" She raised her eyebrow curiously.
"Stupid question?" She questioned, giving a fake smile.
"Bingo!" Rachel snapped, causing Monica to flinch, her body jerking back.
"Sorry, what crawled up your ass and died?" Monica snapped back with the same volume.
"She's disappointed that the summer is over and her and Chip can't make out passionately in Barbados anymore." Phoebe chimed in suggestively, making a kissing noise, causing her friend to give her a high pitched "shut up."
"Well, that's exactly what you were doing."
"Are we going to school or not?" Monica pushed her friends out of the house, waving to her mother casually while exiting the large home.
"God, it was a great summer." Rachel looked on dreamily, lost in paradise island, longing desperately for the summer to extend its short presence.
"Snap out of it beauty queen and hop in." Phoebe demanded persistently, awaking Rachel out her uncontrollable dream state.
Rachel jumped into the custom painted, flower designed jeep, Phoebe sparked the ignition, and they sped off to the first day of school.
It would be an unforgettable year.
Once Monica had left, Judy Gellar climbed up the stairs and gently opening her son, Ross' door. She carefully eased it open, trying to keep the peaceful silence that flowed throughout the room.
Being that Ross was a light sleeper and the large amount of sunshine that entered the room, he stirred, raising a lazy eye at his mother.
"Mom, what do you want?" He inquired, a little irritated that his mom had entered so early in the morning without warning.
"I was starting a load of laundry and thought I'd check to see if you had anything that needed washing for school?" She smiled sweetly, her eyes curious. She was a real charmer.
"I'm good mom. What I could use is more sleep." He mumbled while turning his back the other direction and divulging himself in his pillow.
"Well you're up now and breakfast is on the table. So lets go tiger." She said in her best motherly tone, picking up dirty laundry, then leaving quickly.
"I don't want to get up!" Ross retorted groggily, an effort that would prove fruitless.
He had, had enough with high school. It was too much to bare. Always the same. It seemed like summer would speed up just to spite him.
He woke up sick and pale. His head filled with fear and his heart wanting to breakdown.
But when he thought about it, school wasn't so bad. He was holding a 4.0 GPA and held two records in track and three in golf.
But it was the lack of friends that made him ache. To him, if you didn't have friends in high school you were a nobody. Everyone just knew him as "that smart kid."
Well, at least they knew him.
To Be Continued...
Like I start all my other stories-short and sweet. Maybe minus the sweet part. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review.