Unatomic Stacey
Chapter 13: The New Stacey
(Next School Day at 7 a.m.)
I entered through the large school doors to the gasps of many students. I smiled outwardly. I knew why they were gasping. After all I had entered school wearing my uniform in every incorrect way possible (that wasn't tolerated at ALL). My uniform was supposed to be like this: a navy blue jacket with the four buttons closed at all times (unless you had permission to take off the jacket) and matching knee-length skirt (can NEVER be higher), a white shirt (buttoned up to just below your neck at ALL times) with sleeves up my wrist and a collar, a black tie (ALWAYS to be worn), white socks with the school's symbol on them (OBLIGATORY foot wear), and black leather shoes (can also wear DARK brown but it must be leather unless you're allergic). There were also the badges on the collar of my jacket displaying my school badge, house badge, and club badges. The school badge was split in two with a red line. The left side had a girl and boy playing in flowers symbolizing reward for being 'good' and the right half had a girl and boy in a dark woods with gnarled trees about to be eaten whole by a snake, this symbolized the reward for being 'bad'.
But I was wearing my uniform differently. My navy blue jacket was slung over my shoulder, my navy blue skirt now barely covered my butt when I sat down and was pleated (Principal Kelly HATES pleated skirts but it isn't against the rules to pleat it. But students don't usually try to anger the Principal), my new white shirt's sleeves stopped at my elbows and instead of the comfortable one that made us look shapeless I wore a tight fitting one that emphasized my petite body and my b cup sized breasts and I also had the buttons of my shirt open down to my cleavage unlike up to my neck which the school required even though it wasn't an official rule, my tie was loose, and I wore the school required socks with white sneakers.
"Stacey!" Michelle cried and ran up to me, "what are you wearing?"
"Whatever I want Michelle," I responded simply, "like my hair?" I asked her as I swirled one of my two pigtails.
I had left my eyes their natural colour but I dyed my hair a dark purple and tied the top of each with a red bow. I knew I looked like one of those innocent Anime characters that perverts loved to use on those XXX websites. And while I never aimed to look like that, I had no gripe to pipe about it.
"What are you trying to look like?" Penelope spat suddenly as she stormed up to me, "an innocent whore?" she demanded angrily.
"I'm not a whore," I told her, "but I'm no innocent either," I added and Penelope's eyebrows flew up into her newly cut bangs.
"Penelope dear I want to…." I heard Principal Kelly start to say, "what the hell is that!" she screamed suddenly, pointing at me, "who are you and what are you doing in my school?" she demanded.
"Good Morning Principal Kelly," I said brightly, "it's me Stacey," I told her.
Principal Kelly stood where she was totally dumbfounded.
"Stacey?" Principal Kelly eventually asked and I enthusiastically nodded, "what the HELL are you wearing?"
"My uniform," I responded.
"Not like that!" Principal Kelly shouted, "fix it," she ordered.
"No," I refused.
"Then get out," Principal Kelly spat.
"If I leave here I'll parade around the whole city saying that I attend here," I threatened.
Principal Kelly paled while I grinned at her victoriously.
"Go ahead," Principal Kelly said suddenly to my surprise, "because as of now you're expelled."
"What!" I shouted, "you can't expel me!"
"Oh but Stacey, I can," Principal Kelly told me, "you see, at this school the Principal has the right to immediately expel ANY student who blatantly threatens to destroy it's reputation," she revealed to me, "it's in the contract your mother like all parents who want their children to attend this school have to sign," she said happily, "you can contest it with the board and probably be let back into school on probation," she said, "probably," she added.
That witch! I can't believe she's found a loophole already! I come here all fixed up and rebellious and give her the upper hand. If I get expelled from this school what will I…. Wait a minute.
"You know what," I said suddenly, "keep your expulsion," I said and many students gasped while Principal Kelly looked as if she just got boxed in the face, "I'm rich," I reminded her, "I can attend anywhere I want," I said boldly, "I can even NOT attend anywhere I want."
"Your mother won't stand for it," Principal Kelly declared, "in the short time I've known her I know that she won't tolerate the garbage you're carrying on with here," she said superiorly.
"You're talking about that woman," I said with a laugh, "she couldn't even stop me from leaving the house like this," I pointed out, "how can she stop me from doing anything?"
"She's your mother," Principal Kelly responded, "she has legal custody and control of you."
"Not if I'm independent of her," I countered, "teens have taken their parents to court and won their independence of adults before the age of eighteen," I reminded her, "and I have stuff on my mother that would make a sailor break into tears," I added.
"How dare you?" Principal Kelly suddenly snarled to my surprise, "as a mother myself I am appalled by your behaviour," she told me, "I ALWAYS knew you were a bad egg," she said to me, "but I never knew that you were spoiled rotten," she spat angrily.
"Well now you do," I responded, "so," I said, "what are you going to do?" I asked her.
"Nothing," Principal Kelly told me and smiled when she saw the surprised look on my face, "I've dealt with girls like you before," she said superiorly, "you all want attention," she said, "and cause contention all around you," she said as she walked up to me, "you won't drag me down missy," she said and stopped in front of me, "I'm one tough bitch," she said and many other students gasped.
So am I.
"Can I go to class?" I asked her formally.
"Go right ahead," Principal Kelly said cheerfully, "but cover those," she said pointing at my cleavage, "you can go to public school if you want to dress like your apprenticed to a whore," she told me, "and get an extra pair of black shoes from the nurse," she added and walked off.
I heard a few snickers but mostly students looked shocked at my behaviour. I openly smiled. My plan was working perfectly. The old Stacey was officially dead.
(Lunchtime)
I sat where I usually sat and started to eat my lunch.
"Are you trying to accomplish something?" Demi Jordan asked me suddenly.
I didn't respond. Demi was someone I never really spoke to despite the fact that she often sat at the same table, which I sat at during lunchtime and was in most of my classes and a member of two of the three clubs that I had joined when I started my new school year here. She was an orphan who attended this school through a special programme and even though that wasn't the reason why I didn't speak to her, her know it all attitude was more than enough reason for me not to. She was nearly six feet tall, a pale skinned Caucasian, had bright blue eyes, which were hidden behind thick pink glasses, her shiny black hair was shoulder length and wore her uniform exact to a T. She was also very smart and was an expert mathematician and new ten languages excluding the seven dead languages (like Latin), which she also knew. But she seemed to also be anti-social by choice despite sometimes venturing over to other tables where she was welcomed, once in a while.
"Hey!" Demi shouted at me.
"She obviously doesn't want to talk to you," Michelle spoke up, "leave her alone."
"Shut up," Demi snapped at her and Michelle suddenly looked like a wounded animal.
"Why don't you just slit your throat and jump into a ditch," I decided to say to Demi.
The table fell into complete silence.
"Excuse me," Demi said her voice sounding frightened and hurt.
"I'm just trying to eat," I told her, "why in the hell are you bothering me?" I demanded, "and dissing Michelle to boot," I added.
"I just wanted to know why you've changed," Demi said humbly, "I didn't mean to come off as rude."
"Well you did," I said frankly, "and I've changed because being good has done nothing for me and being the opposite is absolutely exhilarating," I explained to her.
"Oh," Demi said softly and I noticed that Michelle was looking across the table at me as if I were nuts, "um, there is something you might like to go to," she said suddenly, "it's very exclusive," she added.
"If it's the new Country Club forget it," I said immediately.
Demi burst out laughing as if I just told the funniest joke in history.
"Trust me," Demi said between laughs, "my type doesn't get into Country Clubs," she told me, "and I don't think the new you would be caught dead there," she said almost slyly.
"Damn right," I responded.
"Wait a second!" Michelle shouted, "you two go from arguing to buddies?" she demanded.
"Well she's not being rude now," I pointed out.
"I'm sorry about what I said Michelle," Demi said, "really," she added but Michelle looked unconvinced.
"Sure," Michelle said slowly.
"Anyway," Demi said and turned her attention to me, "you'll love this place if you're who I think you are," she said to me.
"And who exactly is that?" I asked her.
"A bonafide bad-ass looking for a good time," Demi declared and some students looked at her incredulously, "anyone says that I said that and you're dead," she said immediately afterwards, "I have my ways to mess you up, trust me," she said and most of the other students quickly paid extra attention to their lunches.
"You don't scare me," Helen spoke up bravely.
"I should Miss Wheezy," Demi said darkly.
"In your dreams Donation Box," Helen retorted.
"I don't dream about Trash," Demi spat.
"Then I guess you're never in them," Helen countered and I had to nod to the excellence of that diss.
"I'm in my own dreams more than you think gargoyle," Demi said.
"Gargoyles are still higher than trash," Helen told Demi.
"Too bad they're uglier," Demi said superiorly.
"At least they smell better," Helen said triumphantly, "but at least you can get rid of trash permanently with a good burn," she continued, "speaking of which, Demi, there's something called a tan," she said and Demi jumped angrily to her feet and Helen smiled victoriously, "upset?" she asked with fake innocence.
"I'll get you back," Demi snarled as she sat down, "just you wait," she mumbled.
"Whatever, like Stacey I just want to eat," Helen told Demi and returned to her food.
Wow. I never knew that Helen was so good at telling people off. She's no nerdy pushover, but still. I'd actually have to try if I had dissed her myself. Me winning in the end of course."So where is this place?' I asked Demi.
"Meet me after school and find out," Demi responded.
"Okay," I agreed.
(After School)
I headed for the school exit to meet up with Demi. But suddenly Michelle blocked my path.
"Don't go with that girl," Michelle told me immediately.
"No offence Michelle, but I can go wherever I please," I responded.
"I don't trust her," Michelle said more calmly.
"Michelle don't worry," I said simply, "if she tries anything you know that I'll be prepared," I said seriously.
"Okay," Michelle said with a sigh, "but Stacey," she said as she moved out of my way, "be careful," she said with great concern, "remember, you're a good person," she told me.
Not anymore.
"I've changed more than you know Michelle," I said as I passed her, "but thanks for the kind sentiment anyway," I told her and ran off to catch up with Demi.
Demi stood outside the school chewing gum and looking at her watch.
"You're late," Demi told me sharply without looking up.
"I was speaking to someone," I told her softly.
"Let's go," Demi said seriously and walked off briskly as I had to hurry to keep up with her long and fast strides.
We had been walking for about half an hour now and I started to wonder if Demi was trying to play a trick on me. Suddenly Demi stopped and turned to me.
"I swear," Demi said formally, "if you're new attitude is some form of trick," she continued, "I will kill you," she snarled at me.
I looked at Demi incredulously.
"I'm a witch too smart-ass," Demi revealed to me, "an evil one," she added.
I suddenly went on the offensive. I've been attacked by evil witches before.
"I'm not here to attack you," Demi said formally to my surprise, "I'm here to recruit you," she told me.
"For what?" I asked her as I relaxed but still watched her closely.
"Remember those ships in space that seem impossible to destroy?" Demi asked and my eyes widened, "I work for their creator," she revealed to me.
"Who is he?" I asked immediately.
"Your grandfather," Demi revealed, "your Father's father," she continued, "the one who murdered your brother and Father and made it look like an accident," she told me, "and for the record, it was supposed to be you who died and not your brother," she added.
"So he made a mistake?" I asked and Demi nodded, "but what does that have to do with me?"
"He's recruiting as many witches and wizards as possible who share his evil ideals and hatred of goodness," Demi said, "we've been monitoring you," she continued, "and you seem to be realizing that being a good witch just isn't worth it," she told me.
My Grandfather killed my Father and Brother? I always wondered but now that I know the truth….
"My grandfather trusts me?" I asked her formally.
"A little bit," Demi said, "he's not stupid," she added.
"But why me?" I asked.
"You're family," Demi responded simply, "he hates your father," she said honestly, "but you're still his granddaughter."
"What does this world hold for you Stacey?" Demi asked when she noticed my hesitation, "this world has brought me nothing but pain and it's brought you pain too," she continued, "I know about the Atomics and how they treated you," she said, "notice how they haven't kicked out Bart even though he's a wizard?" she pointed out, "see how fast Bart and Glenissa came to you only because they needed help that their precious leader couldn't provide," she pressed, "they were so quick to get rid of you and didn't complain about Atomic Tiffany's decision to have you arrested," she reminded me, "face it, witches will never be accepted in this current world," she said frankly, "that's why it needs to be destroyed."
"But what happens afterwards?" I asked her.
"We get rid of any leftover persons who are normal, good witches and Dims," Demi informed me.
Michelle.
"Why all Dims?" I asked.
"Your grandfather hates the lot and so do I," Demi said frankly, "are you in?"
I thought about everything. Weighing my pros and cons.
"Join us or die for a world that doesn't even want you to be alive anyway," Demi declared.
This is the right choice.
"I'll join you," I decided, "this world deserves to be destroyed anyway," I added.
End Chapter 13
Reggae: My life is SERIOUSLY sucking. Just as I was really recovering from the flu my brother came home with the flu last Tuesday night. By Wednesday Morning I had one of the WORST flu that I've ever gotten. Let's put it this way. Today November 1, 2005. I'm finally starting to recover. Before then I could barely move around the house without feeling like I was going to faint and that I had the joints of an old woman. Along with everything thing else the flu brings. If I get another flu now I'll be so PISSED. But for now I'll try to update again this week (before another flu hits me). At least I no longer have writer's block. That's some good news. Thank you for waiting and wish me luck in not getting another flu (I truly believe that my immune system is on life support, seriously). Oh and my birthday is November 29th. Yah for me! Countdown: 28 days left!
Prominence Flare: So you enjoy evil eh? You'll enjoy this story. Well I'm now updating yet again. Yes things do look pretty screwed for normal Earth. You can decide after reading ch13 if things are more or less screwed than in ch12. Whether Bart and Glenissa have cut off ties with Stacey once and for all is still to be seen. Yes practically everyone's pissed Stacey off. But will this change her? See in ch13. Thanks for reviewing. Oh I've decided to make a plushie box where you dig in it with eyes closed for a plushie. Want a dig? Prominence Flare digs into the box and pulls out a Demi Jordan plushie in her school uniform. Reggae smiles, nods and walks away with the box to the next reviewer.
MikariStar: Yes the ships are getting ready to attack, both Glenissa and Stacey do have feelings for Bart, and Stacey's considering to join the dark side will be determined in ch13 for starters. No she's not interested in getting more info from her mother; that much I can guarantee you. You'll hear about the creator of the ships in ch13. Do they have anything to do with Tiffany? Read ch13 and you decide. I've updated and thank you for reviewing. Reggae runs up with the nearly two foot plushie box and MikariStar digs into it and pulls out a Bart plushie in an outfit of a white polo shirt, blue shorts and white sneaks. Reggae smiles as she struggles with the box and now walks briskly to the next reviewer.
Beastfire: Well I'm glad that Beatfire likes the plushie. So you're solo today Ivy? Well you get to pick a plushie for yourself since your boss already has one. So you have kids, um I guess they can get a plushie too and whatever. Hey boys! Well I've updated and thanks for your words. Reggae sets box tiredly on the floor and waits for the four to pick out their plushies. Ivy goes first and gets a Michelle Lansky plushie in a knee-length floral baby doll dress, white socks, and shoes. Tyr (Tyler I'm guessing) goes second and gets an Atomic Tiffany plushie in her Atomics uniform, Dylan goes third and gets a Stacey plushie with her wearing her white bathrobe and a towel over her hair (remember ch7 when she met up with the GGPE in her bathrobe) and this also happens to be the first plushie given out that's barefoot and the first plushie of Stacey with her natural hair colour which remember everyone is brown, and finally Seamus who goes and gets a Glenissa plushie in her Atomics uniform. Reggae picks up the box, waves to the happy kids and Ivy and hurries off to the next reviewer.
Barry I. Grauman: So you don't believe that Stacey would be an evil witch and that with Earth at risk of being taken over by dark forces and possibly destroyed that Stacey will put bitterness aside and do the right thing. Read ch13 to find out. While Glenissa and Bart still believe that there's goodness inside of Stacey, they're having doubts. Wow you're REALLY anxious about this story. Well I've updated so you can finally see the new instalment. Your Welcome and yes I always do my best to find the time to keep writing. I've even recently updated my new Codename: KND fic KLUB and I hope it's as successful as my first KND serial fic KND: Run. Anyway, thank you for your concern about my well-being and thanks for the hug. Hugs Barry Back. Yes I'll use any of your ideas and dialogue that suit this story, thank you for officially okaying it. Well that's really nice of you picturing Stacey as being almost as adorable looking as Betty is. Thank You for reviewing. Reggae holds up box to Barry who digs and ends up pulling out a plushie of Stacey in her disguise as business woman Jennifer Rutherfield (ch11) and she's wearing a dark blue business suit, large glasses, black two inch heeled shoes, stockings, her hair is in a bun, and has dark brown eyes just like she wore in ch11. Reggae smiles and leaves with box.
Update: Sorry for the late update. I got banned for a week because I accidentally rated my adult Codename: KND story M instead of MA. It was my fault. But my ban was lifted yesterday evening and now I'm back. I've already completed chapter 14, but I'll wait until Friday afternoon to post it so those who can review within that time can do so; it would be very MUCH appreciated. Thank You for waiting and being such dedicated reviewers. I really appreciate it.