I'm finally back. My computer is fixed I got Microsoft office back on it. So I'm ready to write. Not going to keep you any longer here's chapter 6.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pride and Prejudice, or Disney, or Kent Island High School, Shania Twain or any thing else you recognize.

"Are we there yet?" Lizzie asked as she looked out of Mrs. Joanne's car as they pulled off of the interstate and took an exit.

"Not yet Lizzie" Mrs. Joanne answered her "Not much longer now I just have to Ben from school." At this Lizzie turned to Charlotte and pretended to shoot herself at mention of Collins. Charlotte laughed, and asked her aunt.

"Why do you pick Collins up can't he ride the bus?" Charlotte asked, as they pulled up in front of the school.

"Normally he does but as were going straight to my boss's house, I thought it would be best to pick him up." With that being said they all got out of the car to wait. Lizzie looked up at the school and frowned remembering the last time she was here.

"What cha thinking bout?" Charlotte asked her friend, even though she already had an idea why.

"Thinking about that soccer game where they got 6 goals past me." Lizzie sighed she wished there team had enough people for 12 subs but they were lucky if they even got one sub.

"You beat yourself up about that game. It was our second game, and your first year at goal. You got a lot better when the season ended, and when they came to play us at home they only won by one."

"Yeah I wish we could have played Salisbury High more then once before our season ended. We only got to play them once and we sucked." Lizzie said looking up at the big school as the bell rang and the students from Kent started pouring out. I did provide some entertainment for Lizzie and Char when they realized that Kent's band was having practice outside in the parking lot where they we're waiting. They shared a look and started walking over to where the band was. They walked up to one of the kids that looked like a senior and had a marching snare on.

"Hey there do you mind if we watch you guys practice. We have to wait for my cousin and want to see how good your band is." Char told the boy.

"Well sure I don't have a problem with it do you guys play any instruments? I think you can tell what I play" He said

"Well Char here plays the clarinet and I'm a percussionist like you." Lizzie answered for both of them. The boy looked at Lizzie weirdly when she said this. She raised her eyebrows and gave him a look that said what you don't think I'm very good.

"Are you any good?" he asked by this time the rest of their drum line had gathered round it wasn't a lot another snare, 3 bass, 1 tenor, and 2 cymbals. Not a single one was a girl.

"I'll be first chair next year." Lizzie told him. "I play marching snare for parades" she said as if answering the question they all had on there minds.

"Well lets see how you play" he said and took off his drum carrier and drum and handed them to her. Lizzie put them on and adjusted it to her small size. "What school do you go to." The guy asked. He asks a lot of questions Lizzie thought a least I get to play a little bit, even if he turns out to be better then her.

"I go to Meryton High" she said mentioning to her green and gold jacket. "Before I play though I want to hear your cadence, sound like a deal." Lizzie smiled, this way she knew which one of her cadences she should use.

"That sounds like a fair deal" The senior said he took his sticks from Lizzie and counted the drum line off and they played their cadence. When they were done Lizzie had to keep herself from smiling. Some of their players were really good, but the others were horrible. They also had horrible appearance. The bass drummers would drop their hands and the snare player didn't define any of his accents if there were any. She knew she probably couldn't play as well as the senior but she knew that her appearance would be a lot better. Marilyn had drilled into her and Erin to keep there appearances so that in front of the judges for parades they looked really good.

"There now your turn" The senior said with a smirk. Lizzie looked at him and thought that none of them think a girl can come even close, I'll show um.

"Now do you want me to play one or two cadences" She asked with a little smile putting her innocent look on.

"How bout both then" The senior added and there drum line nodded.

"All rightly then but keep in mind that it sounds a lot with better with the full drum line." She said and tapped herself off and started playing. Marching in place she concentrated fully on the music she was playing. She made sure her accents were well defined, that her rolls were open, that her rim shots made that crack that makes people put their hands to their ears. Then she did something a little risky, instead of flipping the stick in her hand for a trick. She did it faster then slammed her left stick against the side of the drum, brought her right hand up and hit the stick so that it flipped up and she caught it in her left hand without even missing a beat. Her job wasn't done though as she finished the first and entered the second she made sure that her beginning rolls started off really soft and made a big crescendo while keeping her rolls open. Then when it was time she made 3 cracks on the rim before bringing her wrists down 5 more times but letting each stick bounce on the drum 3 time before switching. This is called double sticking or triple sticking so even though it only looked like she hit the drum 5 times it was really 15. Moving on past that she put all her concentration again on defining her accents, and by the time the stick trick came round she was happy in what she played and didn't try to spice that up like she had done on the first one. Then with one last crack on the rim she ended and looked up at the people around her with a smile.

"What?" Lizzie asked as some of the boys gaped at her. She laughed out loud at them still smiling. Charlotte came up next to Lizzie with a smile.

"That second cadence was cool Lizzie, is it new?" Char asked her, Lizzie rolled her eyes at this

"No Char it's not, I wrote it I was 5 and have been playing it even since. Yes it's new, it's called Indian Jam." Lizzie said sarcastically.

"That was really good," the senior told Lizzie as he walked over to her. There was a round of agreement from his drum line.

"I thank you gentlemen, for your time." Lizzie said and curtsied to them. This caused them all to laugh and pat her on the back. The senior smiled at her and held out his hand.

"Michael Worley, nice to meet you."

"Lizzie Bennett and ditto." She said shaking his hand.

"So what grade are you in?" He asked thinking she must be older then she looks

"9th" Lizzie said with a smile "And if you think that's weird our bass line is all 8th grade." She laughed at their faces.

"If you don't mind me asking how are you so good if you're only in 9th grade?" Michael asked her.

"We have a great instructor, and she had me and the girl in our drum line Erin, come to her house over the summer for extra practice. Plus we practice twice a week for 2 hours sometimes 3 times a week when the band has combined practice."

"Wow do you hate it sometimes?"

"Not really only during soccer season when that practice ends at 5:30 and I have band at 6:30."

"Well maybe I can get your number and see if you can come teach these guys a lesson if you have some free time." He said with a smirk

"Sure" She said switching phones with him and putting her number in his. "Cause I'm sure you guys" pointing to the rest of the drum line "Don't like being beaten by a girl." With that being said she gave Michael back his phone and pocketed hers. It was then that Charlotte grabbed her arm.

"Lizzie we have to go now." She sighed "My cousins here so we have to leave." There was a tone in Charlotte's voice that told Lizzie she didn't want to go. Lizzie didn't blame her she hated Collins, guess it's true what they say you can pick your friends but not family. Lizzie knew that really well thinking of her youngest sister.

"Yea time to get into a car with Collins, I'm jumping for joy." Lizzie said with a false grin. She turned around to the guys, waved bye and followed Charlotte to the car, where they got into the back seat. Where Lizzie fished out her ipod and was listening to Shania Twain before anyone said a word to her. She was listening to Party for Two when Charlotte nudged her and said that they were here. Lizzie looked out of the window and gasped when she saw a huge Victorian mansion that they were pulling in front of. Mrs. Joanne turned around after she had parked to talk to us."

"Now I must ask all of you to be on your best behavior I don't want to lose my job, okay." She said her voice very stern, and all 3 of us nodded and got out of the car. As soon as they reached the front door a butler was there to take there coats for them. He took all the coats except for Lizzie's who kept her on. She had her soccer warm-ups on and it looked weird without the jacket. Lizzie did feel a little embarrassed when she saw Mrs. Joanne and Collins dressed up rather nicely. She came from school she didn't know there was a dress code. She smiled sheepishly at Char who mentioned that she wasn't dressed up real nice either. The butler came back and started to show us down the hall. When they started down the hall Lizzie turned to Charlotte and whispered loaded. As they walked down the seminally endless hall way Collins started to point out things.

"Oh, Mrs. DeBourgh told me that this rug cost $500, this tapestry was 1,000 dollars, this vase etc, etc, etc."

Lizzie after being bored for what she thought was the longest time ever, which was really only 2 minutes, was greatly amused by Collins actions. Getting Charlotte's attention she started to point to different paintings, and objects.

"This beautiful painting here that was once used to scare young children in a dentistry, was bought for only 100 dollars for the dentist was losing business. However it completely adds to mystic of this being a long hallway to your doom." Lizzie whispered to Char who coughed. "And this vase was painted by a crown prince when he was only 10 years old. It's a terrible shame that it looks like a 3 year old did it." Lizzie told her friend in a monotone voice that was a perfect imitation of Collins. Then Charlotte took a crack at it.

"This painting over her was once part of a haunted mansion in Ireland. It was almost demolished though when it was discovered that the eyes did in fact follow you around."

They were both still laughing (silently) when they arrived at the room. As they were shown in Lizzie got her first glimpse at Mrs. DeBourgh. She was wearing what looked to be a fur coat with a white collar, a necklace that had a big ruby in the middle. Other then that though Lizzie saw a lady who looks older then she should, with her eyes narrowed looking at them with critical eye. As if she was 10 times more important then everyone else in the room. Lizzie took one look at the lady and her fur coat and decided. She turned to Charlotte.

"I finally get to meet Cruella De Vil and there's not a puppy in sight" Lizzie told her friend who smiled. Lizzie and Charlotte have a habit of giving people they know nicknames, (normally from Disney) whether or not there good or evil. This had been going on since both of their 4th grade teacher who always yelled and wore green eye shadow (a lot of it). She was from then on Maleficent and the list of people just kept going on. Lizzie's sister Kitty was called Bambi; she once brought home a baby deer. Charlotte calls Lizzie Belle when ever her heads in a book and any other time Captain Swann, who shares her name. Lizzie calls Charlotte's brother Ben Flounder at times. Jane is called Cinderella even though she had a good childhood and more recently Charles has become Prince Charming. Darcy has become Hook, because in their minds he try's but will always lose. The last person to join this group has been Collins who Lizzie has taken to calling Smee.

They all took a seat around a small table where cheese and crackers were on a dolly. It didn't take long for Lizzie to really not like Mrs. DeBourgh.

"What is that you are wearing?"

"My soccer uniform (warm-ups)"

"Do you have siblings?"

"4 sisters"

"Are you involved with anything school wise?"

"I'm in the band"

"What do you play?"

"Percussion"

"What is that?"

"Drums, bells, anything you can hit."

"Hum, How do you do in school?"

"I'm a straight A student"

"Do you play piano?"

"A little but very poorly"

"Do you have any other talents?"

"I'm an artist"

"Really, that's interesting; I have a daughter who makes the most beautiful poems. I don't suppose you write, (Lizzie said no). Shame for it's writers that make it places in this world. Let me see how well you play the piano I could do with some music." With that being said she waved Lizzie to the piano and Lizzie got ready to play. She couldn't believe this women if it wasn't for Mrs. Joanne she would have said something smart and left. At least she thought there is no possible way that this can get worse. The door opened and someone came in but Lizzie thought it was the butler and didn't look up.

"I'm sorry I'm late Aunt traffic was horrible."

Lizzie looked up sharply she knew that voice. She turned around and saw the very last man see wanted to see at the moment.

Hello Captain Hook.

Hope you liked that chapter I meant for it to be longer but my mind has a tendency to wander so it took me much longer to write this then I had planned. As I mentioned above my computer is fixed so the sorry should be posted every 2 weeks or early depending on my time but I'm back. As for my other story I will be finishing it up soon if any of you read that. There will be a sequel to this story so I'm going to try to crank though it. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and remember all criticism and praise is welcome so please review.

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