'Sup? Okay, so I'm practically done with my history project, and I'm taking my little break to update this story. So to my reviewers...
Midnight Angel Sakura- I just barely listened to both of those songs, and the second one was exactly what I was looking for, so I could bring in Omi. Yay!
vicky- I'm not exactly a fan of the High School Musicals, but if I can get a mini plot to go with the song, I'll write it.
XSFanatic- I know its crazy, and I wasn't even planning that, but then I thought It would be stupid if I just said that she hates him for no reason. Plus, I love that song.
HealingSpringWaters- I hope you liked this chapter like you did the last one.
Okay, so I'm finally gonna introduce Omi. And unlike the others, he's only a little OOC. If anyone has any other songs about independence like this one, please tell me about it! I have like two, and I could use more. On with the story!
Request from Midnight Angel Sakura, the song in this chapter will be 'Independent Woman' by Destiny's Child (ps, I had to tweak the lyrica a little bit)
Judy's POV
Bored... Bored... Bored... And I'm not the only one. Turns out, no one cares about how Romans didn't like taking showers. Shocker, eh?
Most of us, including me, were napping at our desks. Some were jolting awake, thinking they'd been caught. I think Jermaine painted eyes on his eyelids. I don't know who he thinks he's fooling, but I gotta give him his props. He snores like super loud, but the teacher didn't seem to notice that its actually whiteout and sharpie.
The only one that actually gives a crap is that little exchange student weirdo. Emphasis on the little and weirdo. If he stands on his toes, he'd hardly be at eye level with my bellybutton, and that's 'cause I'm pretty short, but not three-year old short. And geez, I thought I was weird! The little dude is literally yellow! And I don't mean that in a racist way, but either I'm going colorblind, or someone dipped him in yellow dye.
Then he carries this one book everywhere! I don't usually care if some nerd takes a book into the bathroom, but I nearly tripped over myself when I saw the title. The Ancient Guide To Females?! Seriously?! What the crap?! That's so stupid! What kind of crap has that little creep been reading? Then again, this kind of explains a lot. When I first walked into class on his first day, he offered to take my backpack and pull out my chair for me. At first I thought it was cute, in a weird type of way, but then I heard him say something outside of class that sounded suspiciously like, "-too heavy for a fragile girl." I then made a vow that I would kick the bloody crap out of him if he ever says something like that again.
Being the complainer I am, I yelled my complaints into the sky with Kim and Robby eating their lunch a few feet away. Kim scowled when I got to the fragile part, but didn't say anything except, "Jerk."
Robby didn't say anything at all. She was trying to get inspiration for that song she's stuck on, but I could tell that she was listening, so could Kim. Its just a friendship bond that we shared that we could guess whether one of the other two are focused or not, but it was even easier to tell 'cause she took out another paper of sheet music and started to write really fast. She does that when she gets inspired. Glad to be of assistance.
So far, its like he heard of my vow, which he might've 'cause I can be really loud, 'cause Omi hasn't said anything that sent me over the edge. Smart, for a boy. I would say it out loud, but it would make me look like more of a freak than I'm already famous for.
So I kept my mouth shut until the bell rang, when Robby came running at me, papers falling out of her backpack like a waterfall, but she didn't seem to care.
"Judy! I finished it!"
"What?"
"I finished the song!"
"The one you got stuck on?"
"Pfft! I wish! No, the one I wrote when you told us about that Omi kid."
"Wow, already? But didn't you start that like, yesterday?" She nodded. "That was fast."
"If only I could finish that other song that fast. Stupid thing doesn't want me to finish it."
"The give up on it." We were walking towards the lunch line now, continuing our conversation as we walked.
"I wish I could. I have this feeling that its gonna be awesome when I finish it."
"How's it go again?"
"I know some people say.
That opposites attract.
If that's the truth then we,
We will be together forever."
She paused for a moment.
"Its like I got nothing to do but think about you.
I've got all the time in the world."
She carried the note for two seconds before cutting it off, and stared off into space, deep in thought. I could tell she was deep it thought 'cause she was mumbling something indecipherable.
"Robby?" She didn't answer. "Robby?" I nudged her, and she snapped out of it.
"What?" she blinked back in surprise. "Sorry, what I miss?"
"Nothing."
"What were we talking about then?"
And she has the nerve to tell me that I don't listen, even though it's true.
"The song you just finished," I lied. I think I could make this go a little faster if she doesn't zone out again.
"Oh yeah! Anyway, I told Kimiko-- actually, I yelled 'Finished!' in the middle of science class-- so, I decided to add you two. All three of us have a part."
"Sweet."
"So, I told Kimiko to wait at the theater, and we could all go over it."
"When?"
"Now."
I groaned. "Now? But I heard that they were going to serve muffins!"
"But you said that the school's muffins were inedible."
"Yeah, but they're as hard as a rock. Perfect to chuck at Spicer."
She rolled her eyes and pulled me along. I tried digging my heels into the ground to slow her down, but let me tell you, that girl is strong! That's one of the main problems when it comes to picking fights, size doesn't mean anything. So you can have your ass handed to you by someone less than half your size, and its not considered unusual.
Kim was already there when Robby dragged me through the doors, texting. The beauty of it is that you can text anyone and no one can guess who. But in this case we can 'cause she was gritting her teeth and glaring at the screen as if she expected it to burst into flames at her command.
Robby and I gave each other one of those sideways glances that showed that we were thinking the same thing. Raimundo.
It was like we said it aloud 'cause she looked up at us suddenly as if she expected to find someone spying on her.
I put on one of my annoyingly-famous smirks and gave her a tiny wave. She just rolled her eyes.
"Anyway," said Robby, "let's get on with this. Here's your lyrics," she handed some sheet music to me. "And here's yours," she handed one to Kim. "And here's the CD," she waved it under my nose.
"You guys just get up there while I get the boombox." We did just that. "Ready?"
We nodded, and she started the music.
"Robin with my girl Ju."
I smiled at the nickname she gave me years ago.
"And Kimiko.
We're the girls.
Uh, uh, uh."
Kim started off. "Question: Tell me what you think about me.
I buy my own diamonds.
And I buy my own rings.
Only ring your cell-y.
When I'm feeling lonely.
When its all over, please get up and leave.
Question: Tell me how you feel about this.
Try to control me boy, you get dismissed.
Pay my own fun.
Oh, and I pay my own bills.
Always 50/50 in relationships.
The shoes on my feet."
"I bought it," Robby and I sang in the background.
"The clothes I'm wearing."
"I bought it."
"The rock I'm rocking."
"'Cause I depend on me."
"If I wanted the watch you're wearing," I sang.
"I'll buy it."
"The house I live in."
"I bought it."
"The car I'm driving."
"I bought it."
"I depend on me."
"I depend on me."
Then we came together. "All the women who are independent,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the honeys,
Who are making money,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the mommas,
Who profit dollas,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the ladies,
Who truly feel me,
Throw your hands up at me."
Robby went off. "Girl, I didn'tknow you could get down like that.
Girls, how your angels could get down like that.
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.
Girls, how your angels could get down like that.
Tell me how you feel about this.
Who would I want if I would wanna live.
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get.
Ladies, it ain't easy being independent."
My turn. "Question: How'd you like this knowledge that I brought?
Bragging on that cash that he gave you is to front.
If you're gonna brag, make sure its your money you flaunt.
Depend on no one else to give you what you want.
The shoes on my feet."
"I bought 'em."
"The clothes I'm wearing."
"I bought 'em."
"The rock I'm rocking."
"I depend on me."
We came together again. "All the women,
Who are independent,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the honeys,
Who are making money,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the mommas,
Who profit dollas,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the ladies,
Who truly feel me,
Throw your hands up at me.
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.
Girls, how your angels get down like that.
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.
Girls, how your angles get down like that."
"Robin.
Wassup?
You in the house?"
"Sure 'nuff.
We'll break these people off angel style."
"Kimiko.
Independent beauty.
No one else can scare me.
Angels."
"Woah!
All the women,
Who are independent,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the honeys,
Who are making money,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the mommas,
Who profit dollas,
Throw your hands up at me.
All the ladies,
Who really feel me,
Throw your hands up at me."
Not one of my better chapters. Hopefully I'll do better next time. Review!