Sorry that I've haven't written anything lately. Family crap, mood swing, the usual things that a thirteen year old usually has to deal with. On the plus side, I making some new stories that I think might be a good page turner. That is if I can keep my straight A'S up and keep my mom off my case.
Air Dancing
AT SCHOOL
NORMAL P.O.V.
"So I told her that High School Musical was as gay as shit, and then she just slapped me and walked off like I was irritating."
"That's because you are Billy, and High School Musical isn't gay, only the second and third movie. And how do you expect her not to walk off, you insulted her favorite movie by calling it gay."
"So you expected me to lie."
"No, but- "
"I don't think that that's what a guy is looking for in a guy Marissa"
In class 345D at William Rose High, Billy and Marissa, were both having a heated discussion [more like argument] about how Billy screwed up on another blind date with a girl that Marissa owed.
"Alison is going to be pissed that her date didn't go well."
"Well, I think it's your fault."
"What…why?"
"Because you keep setting me up with girls that are…are…"
"Maybe you're too picky."
"Maybe you're too lazy to pay people back on your own terms.
"Am not."
"Remember that bi, Chad?"
"Okay, I understand that you're still mad about that, but-"
"Mad, I was mad as hell, pissed even, he forced a kiss on me!"
"O-Okay, well then what was wrong with Alison, she's blond, a cheerleader, the envy of most girls, she's…sort of nice, and perky."
"Too perky if you ask me, and she's a snob. Plus who watches High School Musical in High School, isn't that a movie meant for the age group of 8-12?"
"It's not wrong for a 10th grader to watch those kinds of movies.'
"That's like saying Justin Bieber did not get a sex change at an early age."
"Hey!"
Then Casey walks through the door and makes his way to the back, behind Billy.
"Casey, don't you think that he's had a sex change?"
"Who?"
"Justin Bieber."
"Hell to the yes, why are you guys talking about this in the first place?"
"Well, Billy's overreacting about nothing, he was on a date last night with Alison and-"
"Never mind, I don't wanna know."
"Casey, dude, you look anxious, like you're expecting something, like a new nigahiga video."
"No."
"Tickets to Jackass 3."
"No."
"You sister turns out not to be your sister, and actually belongs another dude, who want Heather to live with him in . . . Canada, so he can just rape her, an you have to come and save the day.
"What . . . no, try harder."
"It's a girl". Marissa said with a look of betrayal in her eyes.
"Not just any girl."
"Ohh, is it a girl from 90210, or Hellcats, or the hot short chick from White Chicks with the big br-"
"No, no, and really Billy?"
"Well, who is it."
The plain look on his face was immediately replace by a wide smirk
Casey leaned down to Marissa's ear and started to whisper some incoherent thing. Billy strained to hear what he was saying but had no such luck. So instead he settled for watching Marissa's face change after Casey was done. It was a look of disbelief and pure happiness.
"Oh my God, oh my . . . my . . . GOD, is it true?"
Casey with a satisfied smirk on his face started to nod his head with a twinkle in his eyes.
Billy was the only one left out of the loop.
"Can someone please, please, PLEASE, tell me what's going on? The suspense is killing me from the inside out. See for yourself". Then Billy proceeded to faint and twist his face into something of agony and pain, as if he was in deep excruciating pain.
Marissa and Casey both look down at him, humored. Then they looked at each other. It was Marissa who broke the silence.
"Shouldn't we tell him, I mean, she is his friend too, not to mention he's not going to stop unless we tell him, right."
"Sure, go crazy".
So Marissa bent down on her knees and yelled "SAMMY'S COMING HOME"!
Billy stopped, looked at Marissa, then Casey and said, "You're shittin' me right?"
"Nope, my blond haired, nosey, idiotic friend, it's true, Casey saw her yesterday."
Billy sat up, put is finger on his chin, and began to hum like he was deep in thought and was trying to figure out what to in this situation. He stayed like this for exactly twenty seconds until he jumped up and yelled for all to hear, SAMMY'S FINALLY HERE!
Then he walked up to Casey and put his arm over Casey's shoulder.
"Just think of all the pranks we can pull together, or, or, or, the amount of jokes we can pull on Heather! Ah, high school is finally going my way."
"Yeah yeah, now get off me, your making a scene."
Half of that was true, only most of the girls were staring at Casey, and not even paying attention to what they were saying, the other girl were either giving Marissa dirty looks or eying Billy for putting his arm on their precious Casey.
The boys on the other hand were used to not being acknowledged by girls in the same class with Casey Acosta in it, so they were playing a game of paper baseball, where they were using their notebooks as bats and crumpled paper as the ball.
The teacher how ever was not there. He's never there until it forty minutes before class ends.
So for the next hour, the threesome, soon to be foursome continued to talk, joke and anticipated Sammy's arrival.
Sammy's P.O.V.
"My God, Samantha, I've missed you so much, you know that every time I asked for you on the phone, your mother would make excuses, the nerve."
Sitting in the chair that she used to sleep in as a child, Sammy listened to her grandmother rant about having Sammy out of her life, and how her mother didn't even bother to tell her herself that she was back in town. You know the usual.
In Sammy's lap was a bowl of Gram's famous oatmeal, piping hot with the almonds, walnuts, and honey, mixed in the right way.
"Bout enough about her, what about you child, how have you been? Have you been eating properly, you must have, with that heavenly fit body of yours."
"Grams stop it. And yes, I have been eating 'properly' and yes I've stayed out of trouble."
"Good, Lord knows how hard I've tried to get that through your head. The less trouble in your life, the easier it'll be, or else you'll get stress, and end up like up like me, old, tried every five hours, and wrinkled."
"Grams, you're not that old, and I thought you wanted to know what was happening with me, remember?"
"Yes, yes, of course but dear don't you think you should come back at a more suitable time?"
"Why?"
Grams pointed to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, and Sammy followed her finger.
It was 9:17, according to her schedule that her father had the school mail her, class started at 8:25 and ends at 10:35. This means she was almost an hour late!
"Oh shit, I'm late!"
"Samantha, watch your mouth or else I'm going to make you even later by dragging you to the bathroom myself and washing you mouth with a bar of soap. You might be older, but this is still my house!"
Sammy winced at the level of her voice, but was surprised when she heard a familiar voice at the door. I was Ms. Wedgewood. A bad shiver and horrible scene of memories ran over as she heard the African American's voice. Especially the memory of the hippo herself farting in her face.
"Rita, is that girl back?" she yelled at the door as she knocked [more like pounded] on the door.
"Samantha" Grams whispered "I think you should just get this over with before you're later for school." It was now 9:24
"Actually Grams" opening the 10 by 12 window in the room "I think I'll get by just fine"
A lot of thing happened at that moment, Grams door broke down revealing Ms. Wedgewood, Sammy putting her right foot the windowsill, and Rita screaming Sammy's name out of the window as Sammy jumped.
Ms. Wedgewood also came to the window and along with Grams was surprised when they both saw Sammy fall gracefully to her feet. Looking 5 stories up, Sammy smiled and waved at their astonished faces, and ran towards the sidewalk, put her skateboard on the sidewalk, and ride away.
Grams was the first to speak.
"I'm getting too old for this."
Normal P.O.V.
When Sammy first arrived, her heart beat slowed, and then fastened in anticipation as she looked at the school.
'Well, here goes nothing'
Walking with her skateboard tucked under her shoulder, she walked into the school. Then she walked toward the office since she had no idea where the hell her homeroom was. Inside was a woman in the late 20's with a cheetah print close knit dress and overly done . . . what a minute . . . is that black lipstick. The fuck?
Standing in the front of her desk Sammy could see that her name was Ms . . . Hottie? The double fuck?
Looking at the sixteen year old in front of her with a look of annoyance in front of her she started
"Look, I'm not your mommy, I'm not your daddy, and I'm not about to waste my pernicious time talking to a 5th grader with fake breasts, tacky highlights, and retarded shoes, now if you excuse me I –"
That was as far as she had gotten because as soon as she had spoken the words '5th grader', Sammy's mood had darkened and killing intent was directed towards Ms. Hottie. Sammy lowered her head to be at equal level with said secretary, and spoke
"Listen bitch, its not my fault that you haven't had a boyfriend in the last 5 years due to all the men you know finding out that you were cheating with them at the same fucking time. It's also not my fault that you have to pay male strippers to give you an orgasm every week because you're a lonely, horny pussy. But maybe if you weren't a bitch ass hoe maybe men'll start sleeping with you again, you won't have to tell girls your bi just to get some, and your won't to wear clothes that you see women wear fuckin' better in Playboy, and commit statutory rape to the common teenage male."
was surprised at the girl's outburst, but more startled at how she struck fear into her heart as her light blue eyes darkened and her voice lowered.
She also couldn't help but wince at how every thing this girl in front of her had said were true. She was figured out so quickly. And yet those eyes would stop staring her down, making her shake uncontrollably.
"Hey, bitch."
Ms. Hottie looked at where that same voice was coming from and saw those eyes staring at her once more before she fainted.
It was then Sammy realized what she had done.
'Sammy, you idiot, you came in here to find out were your class is and instead your scare the one person the could, even though she wasn't willing to, help you shitless!'
Then Sammy heard some clapping behind her, and saw two people the same age as her. One was a male with blond hair and blue streaks throughout it, and the other was a brown haired, brown eyed girl with and natural blush across her face due to the profanity that was use a few minutes ago.
The blond kid was laughing as Sammy narrowed her eyes at him, then he spoke.
"You must be the Black Star heir."
Sammy's eyes widened at the use of that name. The girl spoke up next.
" D – don't worry, w-we d-don't mean any harm, were just like you," she said a she hesitantly pulled the collar of her shirt to reveal a hollow black star.
The boy replied "Well, she's like you, but I'm " showing Sammy his hand "totally different."
Letting her guard down, she asked "Do either of you know where class" looking at her schedule "345D is?"
"Yeah, that's our class. We can show you if you like, the teacher doesn't come for another 2 minutes though."
Looking at the clock in the room, all teens saw that it was 9:45.
The girl took Sammy's hand into both of hers as she pulled her towards the door and said "H-hurry, the teacher doesn't like it when anybody is later than him."
So along with the boy and girl, Sammy followed them to her class.
Casey's P.O.V.
I was wondering if Sammy was even coming to class today, and if she had gotten herself in trouble already, I wouldn't blame her if she actually did both.
Mr. Savon finally came into the class room, followed by Dylan, Hana, and Sammy?
One out of half wasn't so bad.
Taking out a cigarette, looked at the three of them, the messed classroom, and the ceiling as if he was praying to God.
Then he took out his lighter, and took a drag as he said "Mr. Vapor, and Ms. Forte, please take your seats.
As they walked to their seats, Mr. Savon held a folder in his hand as he read it. Then he looked at Sammy as if he wanted to groan and say "another one?"
Then he took another drag and said "Class, I would like to introduce our newest student, Samantha Keyes."
Sammy's P.O.V
Was this guy for real, he calls himself a teacher, even though he looks nothing like it? A full head of hair, goatee, and a 'lord why the hell am I here, when I could be sleeping?' look on his face.
Turns out he's supposedly my homeroom teacher, and according to Dylan, and Hana [yep, I learned their names], he's a real lazy ass, Dylan's words, not mine.
So when he sent them to their seats, and started smoking on a cigarette, I was surprised when I saw the tip of a black star of his collar bone. The old man'll make anyone an agent these days.
Then he said "Class, I would like to introduce our newest student, Samantha Keyes." And I saw a handful of people stop what they were doing for a second and resume, and I saw some familiar faces. Billy's, Marissa's, and Casey's?
Must be that whole mixed age's thing.
Normal P.O.V.
Some people who knew Sammy from a few years back acknowledged the now teen. 7 other agents recognized the name from their authority figure back at USSPI, and were surprised when they realized that the heir was in their class.
But nobody noticed the girl all the way in the back of the class with raven black hair, and the tip of her front bangs dyed silver as she smiled darkly.