A/N: Hello. I can't believe how long this story is. I'm sorry. I hate
long stories. It looks so much shorter on the word document. I'm on page
35 and have writer's block on what will happen in the very end. Oh well.
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*** In the library, Claire had her arms folded and was yelling at Alison, Brian, and Andrew. She was pacing back and forth. "What the hell were you thinking when you let her do this!?!"
"Ever wonder why she wanted to do this Claire!?!" Andy asked right back.
Claire was quiet. She sat down again and unfolded her arms. Tears came to her eyes. John couldn't take his eyes off of her. Andy saw what was happening and moved to sit back next to Brian. Alison sat on the other side of Brian and was quiet, slipping back into her high school ways. She had an extra sheet of paper and was drawing a fall scene of an obviously abandoned farmhouse. On another extra sheet, Brian was doing problems he remembered from his Math Club. Andy started working on basketball and wrestling strategies that came pouring into his head.
Claire was wearing an eighties-like white shirt with a pink lacey turtleneck and brown skirt that looked like something she wore during high school. Bender was in a white t-shirt, a plaid button-up shirt that was unbuttoned, a jacket, jeans, and mismatched tennis shoes, which he almost didn't wear. One was white and the other black. Alison was in layers of dresses, all black except for the last one which was a lacy, light blue, tank top dress similar to the pink one she wore on the day they all met plus an oversized black sweater. She also had black eye make- up on and chapstick. Brian had on a white button-up professional shirt with a blue long sleeve sweater on and a pair of pleated dress khakis. His hair was done as close as he could do it to the way he wore it in high school. He also had brought chapstick, the kind he used when he was fifteen on. Then there was Andy, who wore a green tank under a green hoodie sweatshirt that had chords and a pair of jeans. He also had on white track shoes and he had a letterman jacket that Emily had gotten from a gym locker while a basketball team practiced.
John had moved up a seat, behind Claire. He tapped her on her shoulder. She wiped her tears away, expecting to see anybody else than who she did see when she twisted in the opposite direction. She quickly went back to facing the doors when she saw who it was.
"Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried," Bender told her.
When Andrew heard that, he started snickering. Claire quickly looked over at him and glared and he stopped as soon as he saw her. She faced forward again and crossed her arms. She was in high school all over again and forgot all about responsibility and Emily and her life in Texas. She was back living in Illinois in her mansion with her hand maid and dreaming about living with her older brother.
Brian finished working on problems and when he noticed what was going on, he said "Hey, how about we get to our essays. I don't think they're going to let us out unless we write them."
"What are we supposed to write, Johnson? All I've learned is that once you're a stuck-up prom queen, you're always a stuck up prom queen," asked Bender.
"Bender, who asked you!?!" inquired Claire, turning around.
He smiled. "I thought you were ignoring me Miss High-And-Mighty."
"Ugh! Bender, why the hell don't you just leave me alone?!"
"Like you did to me when you had Emily?"
"It's not my fault!"
"Oh yeah, it's my fault. I forgot. I was going to be a horrible guy, contradicting everything you knew about me. My heart was going to die in the minute you told me, like Alison was scared would happen. Right? It was all my fault?" He was leaning over the table a little more than before.
"Get outta my face!!!!! It wasn't my fault!!! You wouldn't understand even if you attempted to John! Can't you just go away?"
"No, I can't. See, there's this problem. Our daughter, well actually your daughter I guess, has decided that we needed to be locked up in here and won't let us out until we learn something!"
Claire turned toward Andy, who was closest to her out of everyone in the room, except for John of course. "What are we supposed to learn?"
"How are we supposed to know? We got a call from a Clarissa and then she told us that we were going back to high school and then we got here and they told us to change into these clothes," said Andy, looking down at and playing with his chords on his sweatshirt.
"Are you guys supposed to learn anything?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"Okay, I'm not staying in here to learn something from three sixteen year olds!!!"
"Three?" asked Bender, shooting his eyes over to Claire.
"Yeah. Emily, Joseph, and Clarissa."
"You mean there's a sixteen year old guy running around with two sixteen year old girls?"
"They've been friends since they were babies. And Joey's trustable. He always has been."
"Has he always had a girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah."
"Is he single now?"
"Uh huh. Oh my gawd, I have to get out of here!"
"And she gets it."
***
Disclaimer: I disclaim what I don't own but own what I don't disclaim.
*** In the library, Claire had her arms folded and was yelling at Alison, Brian, and Andrew. She was pacing back and forth. "What the hell were you thinking when you let her do this!?!"
"Ever wonder why she wanted to do this Claire!?!" Andy asked right back.
Claire was quiet. She sat down again and unfolded her arms. Tears came to her eyes. John couldn't take his eyes off of her. Andy saw what was happening and moved to sit back next to Brian. Alison sat on the other side of Brian and was quiet, slipping back into her high school ways. She had an extra sheet of paper and was drawing a fall scene of an obviously abandoned farmhouse. On another extra sheet, Brian was doing problems he remembered from his Math Club. Andy started working on basketball and wrestling strategies that came pouring into his head.
Claire was wearing an eighties-like white shirt with a pink lacey turtleneck and brown skirt that looked like something she wore during high school. Bender was in a white t-shirt, a plaid button-up shirt that was unbuttoned, a jacket, jeans, and mismatched tennis shoes, which he almost didn't wear. One was white and the other black. Alison was in layers of dresses, all black except for the last one which was a lacy, light blue, tank top dress similar to the pink one she wore on the day they all met plus an oversized black sweater. She also had black eye make- up on and chapstick. Brian had on a white button-up professional shirt with a blue long sleeve sweater on and a pair of pleated dress khakis. His hair was done as close as he could do it to the way he wore it in high school. He also had brought chapstick, the kind he used when he was fifteen on. Then there was Andy, who wore a green tank under a green hoodie sweatshirt that had chords and a pair of jeans. He also had on white track shoes and he had a letterman jacket that Emily had gotten from a gym locker while a basketball team practiced.
John had moved up a seat, behind Claire. He tapped her on her shoulder. She wiped her tears away, expecting to see anybody else than who she did see when she twisted in the opposite direction. She quickly went back to facing the doors when she saw who it was.
"Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried," Bender told her.
When Andrew heard that, he started snickering. Claire quickly looked over at him and glared and he stopped as soon as he saw her. She faced forward again and crossed her arms. She was in high school all over again and forgot all about responsibility and Emily and her life in Texas. She was back living in Illinois in her mansion with her hand maid and dreaming about living with her older brother.
Brian finished working on problems and when he noticed what was going on, he said "Hey, how about we get to our essays. I don't think they're going to let us out unless we write them."
"What are we supposed to write, Johnson? All I've learned is that once you're a stuck-up prom queen, you're always a stuck up prom queen," asked Bender.
"Bender, who asked you!?!" inquired Claire, turning around.
He smiled. "I thought you were ignoring me Miss High-And-Mighty."
"Ugh! Bender, why the hell don't you just leave me alone?!"
"Like you did to me when you had Emily?"
"It's not my fault!"
"Oh yeah, it's my fault. I forgot. I was going to be a horrible guy, contradicting everything you knew about me. My heart was going to die in the minute you told me, like Alison was scared would happen. Right? It was all my fault?" He was leaning over the table a little more than before.
"Get outta my face!!!!! It wasn't my fault!!! You wouldn't understand even if you attempted to John! Can't you just go away?"
"No, I can't. See, there's this problem. Our daughter, well actually your daughter I guess, has decided that we needed to be locked up in here and won't let us out until we learn something!"
Claire turned toward Andy, who was closest to her out of everyone in the room, except for John of course. "What are we supposed to learn?"
"How are we supposed to know? We got a call from a Clarissa and then she told us that we were going back to high school and then we got here and they told us to change into these clothes," said Andy, looking down at and playing with his chords on his sweatshirt.
"Are you guys supposed to learn anything?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"Okay, I'm not staying in here to learn something from three sixteen year olds!!!"
"Three?" asked Bender, shooting his eyes over to Claire.
"Yeah. Emily, Joseph, and Clarissa."
"You mean there's a sixteen year old guy running around with two sixteen year old girls?"
"They've been friends since they were babies. And Joey's trustable. He always has been."
"Has he always had a girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah."
"Is he single now?"
"Uh huh. Oh my gawd, I have to get out of here!"
"And she gets it."
***