This is your NEW school
All characters mentioned in this(except ones that I made up)belong to Rockstar Games. I do not make
money off of this.
Contains slightly worse language than in the game and sexuality.
This chapter contains drug and alcohol refrences – XX-THIRST
…Chapter 7: Spelling for Trouble
6:51 PM. Jimmy sat in the back row of auditorium, to the far left, rock in hand, seated behind two rows of rowdy Jocks and cheerleaders who were goofing around. He had an extra rock in his pants pocket just in case he missed his aim. He was fine with the plan to smash one of the auditorium windows. He just wished Gary had mentioned that the windows were both very small and very high up. He leaned to the side, making sure Simon was in his position. Jimmy really hoped he would do his part and not screw up, because at the moment, the poor kid was shaking like a scared puppy.
Up on stage, Gary sat bolt upright, staring into space. Lionel sat to his right, on the other side of the stage, with his face buried in a dictionary. Jimmy noticed that he was wearing big, thick glasses despite the fact that he had said he only wore contacts. Ronnie Harper, seated in front of Lionel, chewed on her finger nails. Nigel Wilcox (who's rear end made his chair slightly buckle) and Keith Doe were behind Gary.
John Lewis was behind those two, fast asleep, snoring like a son-of-a bitch. The boy reeked of " mood enhancers" and cheap beer. Robert Hinklesack( with a monstrous amount of hay tangled in his red hair) sat off to the far left of Gary . He appeared to be chewing on his toe nails. Sitting next him was Katey Olson, disgusted. She flipped her long blonde locks as she got up and moved over to another seat. Saturn Rogers was on the far right of the stage. He, like Gary, sat motionless, but suddenly, he jumped up and screamed
" No! I can't do it! I can't compete against my fellow students for material prizes! It goes completely against my free love ideology! I apologize for betraying you all! ".
He hopped off the stage and was greeted by the rest of the hippies, who hugged him and threw a necklace flowers over his head. Jimmy rolled his eyes.
' Good grief '.
There was a hushed silence upon the entrance of the judges. They were Ms. Timely, Mr. Travelle ( the Geography teacher) and of course, Mr. Phonic. The three sat down behind a long table and Mr. Phonic called out each name of the contestants (and he was informed of Saturn's little outburst). When he called for Kyle Brooder, he was nowhere to be found. After waiting for five minutes, Mr Phonic said
" Well, I suppose we can- ".
Before he could finish, a heavily cologned Kyle jogged onto stage and an uproar of cheers and hoots arose from the Jocks and cheerleaders. He flexed his biceps and beat his chest like a gorilla. His clique chanted his name, getting louder with each shout.
" KYLE! KYLE! KYLE! KYLE!".
' Now is a good a time as ever '.
And with a great heave, Jimmy hurled that rock. It gracefully sailed through the air and glided through the window, sending a shower of glass cascading to the floor. Girls screamed and guys cursed. Everyone turned in the direction of the noise.
Gary, with a dramatic performance that would've made Shakespeare proud, he shouted " Oh no! Whatever shall we do? I sure hope they don't break another window ".
Jimmy groaned. A very obvious hint. He squatted down and threw his second rock. It crashed through a window as easily as the first one and sent students scurrying like ants. The judges hurried over to survey the damage. Jimmy made his way over to the corner wall to see if Simon was carrying out his end of the plan. He saw the curly blonde haired boy swiftly switch the spelling bee sheets and return to his seat. He breathed a sigh of relief.
' Hard part's over '.
After a moment, Mr. Phonic calmly strode back to the judges' table . He cleared his throat and said
" Yes, well, with that out of the way, I think we should-".
" Hey, I didn't get to finish my entrance" Kyle protested.
" Mr. Brooder, may I remind you the reason you are here is so that you won't fail my class? And if you don't take your seat immediately, you WILL receive that failing grade. Understood ?".
Kyle plopped into his seat and quietly cursed.
The spelling bee commenced and within an hour , Lionel and Gary had bumped off their competition with ease ( Kyle being the first to go after spelling C.A.T as Q. 3. T ).
" Mr. Nerdstrom, the next word is…" . Mr. Phonic paused. " ….Shuggleftulation? What is this? This has to be some kind of joke!".
Ms. Timely leaned over and read it as well.
" Hmm. Well, the head mistress does write the list, so it's probably legit ".
Mr. Travelle mumbled some sort agreement.
" Great!" said Mr. Phonic, throwing his hands up." It starts out as a harmless colloquialism , but then it spreads, corrupting an entire language! ".
He sighed, trying to regain his composure. He read the sniglet through gritted teeth and with utter disgust.
" Mr. Nerdstrom. Your word is…ugh…Shuggleftulation".
Lionel tensed and his mouth became dry. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.
" Uuuh…umm…err..uh..S. H. U G. G. L. E. …F. T. U . L. A. T. I. O .N. Shuggleftulation".
" Correct" grumbled Mr. Phonic, unenthusiastically.
Gary snapped his finger and whispered "Damn. Lucky bastard ".
Gnarmblum, Sniffleridge, Wondracide, Carperpetuation and Lactomangulation were read next, all of which Lionel struggled through. Gary easily breezed through other sniglets. Then they came to Premblememblemation. Lionel became pale and began to stutter.
"puh…puh..uh…puh… P. R . E. M. B. L. E. M….. M. A. T. I. O.N ? ".
" Oh, I'm sorry Nerdstrom, that's incorrect " said Ms. Timely.
" NO! I'm never incorrect! I never lose the spelling bee! ".
Lionel then angrily ran off stage with snot dripping from his nose. After a long , awkward silence, Mr. Phonic cleared his throat and declared Gary the winner. The students clapped and cheered as the boy bowed, jumped off the stage and cartwheeled up the aisle to where Jimmy sat. He greeted the spelling bee champion shaking his head.
" And you called Lionel arrogant ".
" Hey, can't a guy have a little fun ?".
Simon came jogging behind Gary.
" Good show! But I do say, I wish you had gone by this more honestly. My God… I aided in a crime!".
" I aided in a crime! Oh boo hoo, Simon" Gary mocked. " Come on, let's go celebrate with some sodas ".
8:15 pm. Gary, Jimmy and Simon were sitting in a soda and ice cream shop in COURT YARD B3. Gary had protested that because he had won the spelling bee, he should be treated to a soda. Jimmy called him a jerk and told him that he wasn't going to pay for his damn soda and besides, he didn't have any money anyway. Eventually, Simon offered to pay. And there they sat, discussing how they were going to switch the cast list for the school play next Saturday.
" So Lionel is obviously going to be Romeo and Kody will play Juliet for one brief scene " Jimmy said. He sipped on a cherry fizzer. " Who's going to be Juliet for the rest of play?".
" Beats me. Even I haven't figured that out yet " . Gary gulped down his strange concoction of chocolate, lime and pomegranate soda mixed with pickle juice and rainbow sprinkles. He belched loudly, which made Jimmy laugh and Simon cringe.
" Goodness me, how rude! You chastise Jimmy and me for not praying before we eat, but you go and do that! ".
Gary ignored him and continued his conversation with Jimmy.
" But I do know that I'm going to be Juliet's father and you're going to be a couch ".
" A couch? Why do I have to be a couch? ".
" The drama teacher Mr. Dramaz has this weird thing against props, he prefers ' interactive props ' . People dressed as trees, rocks, chairs, that kind of stuff. It's really retarded ".
" I'll say. But still, why do I have to be a couch?".
" Because you're fat enough to be one".
" I'm not fat, damn it! And if I have to be a couch, then you have to be a tree".
" No way am I going to be a tree! That's beneath me!".
" Then why is it okay for me?".
" Because you're different".
" Oh please, you should talk ".
" Forget it. I gotta use the pot ". Gary drank the last of his disgusting drink and headed for the bathroom.
Jimmy quickly followed behind .
1:30 am. Jimmy awoke to Gary angrily pacing in circles and mumbling to himself.
' Oh crap, here we go again '.
He began punching holes in the wall while cussing violently.
" Whoa, Gary!".
He ran over and grabbed Gary by the waist. He struggled keep hold of him as Gary thrashed about wildly and screamed like a maniac. He bit Jimmy on the arm.
" OW! Shit!" Jimmy exclaimed. " You sure have a thing for biting! ".
He managed to pull Gary off him. He held the crazy's arms behind his back. Gary broke loose and Jimmy proceeded to chase him around the room for the rest of the night.
7:28 am. Jimmy ate breakfast with Gary and Simon. He groggily stared at his bowl of cereal and nodded off. Gary's punch to the shoulder jolted him awake.
" Hopkins, no trips to dream land. We've got a long day ahead ".
" Coming from the guy who kept me up all night ".
" Pssh, so you lost a few hours of sleep. I didn't sleep and I feel fine".
" That's because you're the crazy one".
The two bickered back and forth about who was crazier while Simon tried to ignore them, quietly chewing on scrambled eggs and toast. He reached for his orange juice when Gary rudely snatched it up and chugged down the drink.
" Hey! That was mine , you buffoon! Must you steal everything I drink and eat? Can you not be content with your own meal? ".
" Nope" Gary said whilst also stealing from Jimmy's plate. He put the food on top of his hodge-podge of a breakfast( at best guess, it was a mashed up pile of chocolate brownies, cheese fries, onions, rock candy, chicken strips, carrots and pancakes drizzled with strawberry syrup). Both Jimmy and Simon nearly hurled at the sight of him gobbling up the horrid meal.
Ending with a belch, he got up and dragged Jimmy by the hand.
" First class we have is art, taught by the 'wonderful' Mr. Dramaz . Not only does he not believe in using props, he also doesn't like us to use paint brushes, but rather our fingers, toes and other body parts. The guy's a frick'in nut".
" Like looking a mirror, huh? ".
Jimmy laughed as Gary's mouth scrunched into an angry frown and his forehead crinkled.
Yep, that's it it for now because I'm tired. –XX-thirst.
By the way, in case you were wondering, the following sniglets are:
Shuggleftulation : noun (shug lef tuyl AY shun) The action of two people approaching, trying to get around each other, and muttering "thanks for the dance."
Gnarmblum: (noun) (NARM blum) The dry wrinkly area at the end of the elbow.
Sniffleridge: (noun) (SNIF ul rij) The trough leading from the nose to the upper lip.
Wondracide: (noun) (WUN druh side) The act of murdering a piece of bread with a knife and cold butter.
Carperpetuation: (noun) (KAR pur pet u a shun) The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum ONE MORE CHANCE.
Lactomangulation: (noun) (LAK to man gyu LAY shun) Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk carton so badly that one has to resort to using the "illegal" side.
Premblememblemation: (noun) (prim blum em blum AY shun) Whenever you drop a letter in the mailbox, you always re-check to make sure it's gone down.