Ok readers, here's the 7th chapter of this story. Now some of you may have expected some Lizzie/Nigel/Rachel on this chapter but I decided to put it on the next one. But this definitely has Patton/Fanny and Bartie/Virginia.

Disclaimer: I don't own C: KND, Mr. W does. I only own the story, its OCs and the plot.

Goth, Bullies and Snob. Virginia Sims Enters the Picture

Gallagher Elementary; 3:01 p.m.

After a long first day of school, Fanny exited the front doors with her new friends: Rachel T. McKenzie, Patton Drilovsky and Bartie Stork. The four kids walked down the stairs and sat down near a wall talking about stuff.

"So, what you guys are going to do now?" asked Bartie to the others, leaning against the brick wall.

"I'm going to wait for my brother and his friends to come out, they should be in a moment." said Rachel, who was sitting on it with Fanny. Turning to the redheaded girl, she asked. "What about you, Fan?"

"Eye'm gonna wait fer me brother too. We could do it together."

"Sure, ok."

Patton was sitting on the ground, his back against the wall, looked at the girls. "Well, my mom said that she might pick me a bit late so I may as well stay with you girls."

"That's not a problem for me Patton, what about you Fanny? Are you ok with Patton staying with us?" The blond said to Fanny.

"Suit yourself Pat." she said, trying to sound annoyed, but in reality she wanted to have Patton to stay with them.

The Polish boy then looked at Bartie. "Hey Bartie, what are you going to do?"

"Well, I was planning to-" he started to say, when a voice in the background interrupted.

"Hey! Here comes the Goth freak!"

The seven-year-olds turned their heads to look for the source of the voice. It belonged to a tall fourth-grader, with dark brown hair and a blue shirt. Other three male fourth-graders were with him, pointing and calling names to someone. That someone was a girl their age with dark hair tied up pigtails, she wore a black shirt with gray pants, black shoes with red triangles and a she had red backpack.

The Gothic girl ignored the older kids' words; she just continued walking as if they didn't existed. But that got the fourth-graders very angry 'cause they ran ahead and cut her path.

"Oh no." sighted Patton. "Charles and his gang of bullies are picking on Virginia again."

Fanny raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?"

"Her name is Virginia Sims; she is in my partner in Science class." said Rachel. "She's a really nice girl, but people pick on her because she is Gothic and her parents are divorced."

"That's terrible!" said Fanny, outraged. "Picking on someone just because of that reason!"

"Well, that's Charles Roswell and his bullies for you. Those guys are always picking on everybody because they think that their so cool." said Patton.

"Leave me alone!" the four heard a yell. They looked and saw that it was Virginia, screaming at the bullies. Fanny was quite impressed at the girl's courage; the bullies were bigger than her, not to mention that they outnumbered the Goth. But the dark-haired girl was not cowering; she looked at Charles in the eye, glaring at him.

But the bully only looked amazed as he smirked and looked at his cronies. "Well, look at this, boys. Virginia "Creep" has guts." He laughted hard, his gang joining. Fanny noticed that Bartie was glaring at them angrily, as if he wanted to go right up to them and punch those laughs back down his throat.

When the bully had finished laughing, he looked again at the still glaring Goth girl. Virginia stood up on the tip of her toes and looked at Charles in the eye. "I'm not afraid of you, Charles." she spat. "You and your friends better leave me alone or I'll-"

"You'll do what?" he interrupted her. "What will you do if we don't stop bothering ya?"

Virginia was caught off guard, an uncertain look on her face. "I-I'll-I…," she stammered, shrinking down.

Seeing the scared look on her face made Charles grin. The boy leaned down to the Goth's eye level, making her flinch. "Just as I expected, you can't do nothing!" He then pushed Virginia, who fell backwards. Those watching it gasped as the bullies laughted more than ever.

That was the last straw for Bartie, for he was angrier than ever. "That's it!" he bellowed. "I've enough of that guy!" with that said the blond boy stomped up to the Goth girl's harassers.

"Bartie, wait!" Rachel called at him, but he ignored her. Sighting, she turned to the other two kids with her. "We better go help him before Charles do something worst to him than the last time."

"What happened the last time?" Fanny wanted to know.

"Well, last time Bartie confronted Charles and his group, they hanged him on the flagpole by his underwear." told her Patton.

Fanny was shocked. "In that case, we must go and help him." Rachel & Patton nodded and with that, the three kids ran to catch up with Bartie and help him before he got hurt.

A furious Bartie walked up to the ones who were picking on Virginia, determine to help her. He arrived just in time to see that Charles had grabbed Virginia by the front of her shirt and had her lifted up to his face. The bully laughted at the Goth's attempts to struggle free. "He he, there's no escape, freak. Now what are you gonna do? Ha ha ha!"

"Put her down, Charles!" yelled Bartie, standing behind him. The bully turned around and saw the boy glaring at him. Charles just smirked. "Well, well, well. If isn't Bartie Stork. Came to get another lesson?"

"I came here to help Virginia! Now you put her down now!"

Charles' grin only grew wider. "Well look at this, boys. Stork came to rescue his creepy girlfriend."

"Ooh!" exclaimed in unison all the bullies.

Both Virginia and Bartie blushed at this comment, but the boy quickly snapped out of it. "Ok that's enough! Put her DOWN! Or I'll make you do it!"

"Oh yeah? You and what army!"

"US!" exclaimed Rachel, as she, Fanny & Patton came up to them and stood next to Bartie in a protective way.

"Ha! This is your backup Stork? You and your friends are more pathetic now! He he he!" Charles chuckled along with his cronies.

"Yeah! Pathetic!" said a big, auburn haired boy called Frank O'Neil.

That got Fanny furious. Who do these idiots think they are calling them pathetic? Grinding her teeth, the Irish walked closer to them. "Pathetic?!" she yelled. "Just who are ye calling pathetic, ye nut-brained, big-mouthed bully?"

"Nut-brained? Big-mouthed?" said Charles, outraged. "Just who are you?"

"Eye'm Fanny Fulbright!" yelled back the Irish.

"Fanny Fulbright?" echoed a dark-skinned boy called Mitch Martin. "Oh wait! I heard of you. Your brother and you are new students here, right?"

"Right! Now, yer friend here better let go of 'er before eye kick 'im in the butt!"

"Oh, you think that we are afraid of the threats of the new girl? Well we aren't!" said the fourth bully a tall mahogany-haired boy called Tyson Ericson.

"Right, now scram toots!" yelled Charles, not realizing that he made a mistake.

"TOOTS?!" screamed Fanny, her face growing red, eyes flaming and steam blowing from her nose. "Ye called me TOOTS?!" everybody backed away in fear, even the bullies. Charles was so scared that he let go of Virginia; the Goth girl quickly got up went to Bartie's side, both watching along with the rest as the enraged redheaded girl walked up to the terrified leader of the bullies. Fanny graved Charles by the shirt and yanked him down at her eyelevel, glaring at him with those burning eyes. "ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP YE STUPID BOY! EYE'LL LET YE GO THIS TIME BUT IF EYE HEAR THAT YE AND YER FRIENDS EVER PICK ON SOMEONE AGAIN OR CALL ME TOOTS, EYE'LL MAKE YA WISH THAT YE WERE NEVER BORN! DID EYE MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Y-yes, m-m-ma'am," he stuttered, gulping.

"THEN THE FOUR OF YE GET OUT OF ME SIGHT!" she bellowed, pushing him back. Charles quickly got up and he and his cronies ran away, calling for their mommies.

"Those idiots," growled Fanny, turning around. She then noticed the looks the others were giving her. Guilt over washed her as she hung her head shamefully, "Eye'm sorry," she apologized. "I just don't like it when people bully others or call me toots."

Snapping out of the shock, Patton approached Fanny and place and hand on her shoulder. "It's ok Fan. You were just trying to help and it was impressive how you stood up to those guys."

"Yeah!" agreed Bartie. "And made them run for their mommies! It was so funny! Ha! Ha! Ha!" he laughted.

"Yeah, I mean you looked kinda scary but you're ok with me," said Rachel.

Virginia walked up to the Irish girl. "Hey thanks for standing up for me, not many people do that, well except Bartie."

This comment made the mentioned boy blush even more. "Oh-Um-Eh, i-it was n-n-nothing r-r-really, Ginny." he stuttered. "I-I mean, t-those g-guys a-are pretty m-mean."

"But they aren't the worse," reminded him Rachel.

Fanny looked at her friend. "Who is worse than those idiots?"

"Jesse Linda Wicked," said Patton simply.

"Who?"

"She is the daughter of my dad's rival, Horace Wicked the owner of Wicked Inc." answered Rachel. "Her dad always gives in on her demands and made her a pampered princess. That girl is a spoiled brat that gets all what she wants." she scrunched her face in disgust.

"I take that you don't like her." guessed the redhead by the look that the blond had.

"Of course not! She's is always telling everyone how rich her family is and that all of us should bow down to her."

"Speaking of the princess," said Bartie, pointing. "Here she comes."

The others turned and looked to see that a girl of their age was approaching. She had very long blond hair, aqua colored eyes, wore a sparkly, purple shirt with a bright pink skirt and on her feet were very expensive shoes. The pampered girl was walking with an air of superiority that was a common snob trait.

Fanny noticed that Rachel had an annoyed look as she glared at Jesse Linda. But the other blond girl didn't appear to notice as she approached the group of five. Standing in front of them, she looked at them with a smug smile. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the loser bunch of the school."

"Hello Jesse Linda," Rachel, Patton, Bartie and Virginia said, obviously not thrilled to see her.

Either Jesse Linda didn't noticed the tone they used or she did but decided to ignore it. The snobbish girl noticed Fanny and snorted. "Oh look, you guys got a new loser friend. And by no less is that foreign loser."

"Loser?!" exclaimed Fanny, not liking this girl one bit. "Did ye just call me a loser?!"

"Of course I did but you must be deaf if you didn't hear me! You are a loser like all of these people."

Rachel was really getting ticked off now. She stepped in front of the redhead girl and glared at the snobbish brat. "Leave her alone, Jesse!"

Jesse looked at Rachel with an unpleased frown. "No I won't, McKenzie!" she then gave a look of disgust. "Why do you even defend her, I don't know. A girl with your background should only hang with people her own class, like me."

Now Rachel gave a snort. "And to do what then? Despise people just because you think that you're better than them?"

"But we are!" she said, her voice rising. "Though rivals, our fathers are on the top of the world! And so are we! But you and that beaver you call a brother prefer to hand out with these low-class peasants!"

"Well, just because we have more money it doesn't mean that we have to treat others like dirt!"

"Don't talk to me like that, McKenzie!" said the rich snob, shoving the good blond to the ground. The others gasped at this then gave angry expressions. They had enough of this.

"Why ye little brat!" yelled Fanny at the top of her lungs, getting on Jesse's face while Bartie and Ginny helped Rachel up. "Eye don't like ye one bit at all!"

"Well sorry that you don't you big-mouthed, ear-splitting BANSHEE!"

A rage filled Patton walked next to the loud Irish, he too glaring at the pampered girl. "Don't insult her, Jesse! Why don't you go back to that house of yours and count all the money your daddy gave you this week?!"

Jesse Linda glared for a while at the Polish boy, wanting to scream something at him. But after a few more tense moments, she gave in. "Fine! I'll leave! But this isn't over!" she turned around and marched away from the group. Before she was out of ear shot, she yelled back at them. "We will continue this on another day! You hear me McKenzie? You, Stork, the Goth, Patton and that Scottish girlfriend of his!"

"She is not Scottish! She Irish!" then he caught up with the last part and while Fanny blushed, he added. "And she's not my girlfriend!"

Recovering from the blush, Fanny turned to Rachel. "Are ye ok, lass?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she reassured the redhead. "It's not the first time she shoves someone anyway."

"But it was still horrible!" said Virginia, and Bartie nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," joined in Patton. "She called Fanny a banshee and Scottish. And she had the nerve to call her my girlfriend. I mean were just friends, right?"

"Yeah, just friends." said Fanny, nodding her head. But for some strange reason, the Irish redheaded girl felt that this wasn't entirely true.

And… this chapter is done. Next time Paddy & his crew will meet up with Fanny & her gang and we'll have Lizzie/Nigel/Rachel. So until then:

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