Chapter 4

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It'll only take a second of your time! I want to mention two things. So, here they are:

Firstly, here's how this story's gonna work. The first term, as you can see, is going to be seen through Torvald's POV. The next term is going to be a separate story, and I want you guys to pick the narrator. It can be one of my OCs, or one of the real racers. If you PM me your votes or review them, I'll tell you who won at the end of this story.

Secondly, I want you to know, some of the ships in here are actually ones I don't usually ship together. So if you don't like them, remember that this is secondary school, I need to add a little drama, so there will be plenty of make-ups and break-ups. P.S: If there's a certain ship you want to see, don't hesitate to tell me!

Well, I better shut up. Happy reading!

Within a month, Torvald had gotten into a regular schedule of what she'd do each day.

In the morning, because she was head of house, she'd have to go and wake everyone up, or their house would have points taken off them. She'd wake up herself, her alarm ringing quietly, then she'd walk all the way along the room, waking everyone up. Crumbs would already be up, tying her hair in to buns and dying the centre with blond hair dye. On the first day, she'd explained to Torvald how it was wash-out dye, so she would wash it out in the shower every night then she would dye it again in the morning.

Torvald would move on, to wake up Candlehead. Candlehead was always lying face down in her bed, and she wouldn't wake up for ages. Eventually, Torvald came up with a technique; she would whisper "Hey Candles, I'm gonna light your hat!" And Candlehead would jump out of bed, clutching her hat, as she hated when other people lit her candle.

Torvald would go over to Miela, and shake her by the shoulders until she woke up. And, every morning, Miela would look at Torvald, confused, and say "Who are you? Where am I?" And before Torvald had the chance to answer, a sudden clarity would come into her eyes, and she'd exclaim "Oh wait, I remember now! Good morning mum!"

Julie was always up, but Torvald had to literally drag her out of bed, then wrench her book from her hands before she started to actually get ready. Jellysha, however, was usually asleep, and with her eyes closed she looked so sweet Torvald didn't want to wake her up at all. When she did wake up though, she was immediately bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Summer was more like Torvald, not a morning person. She'd pull her blanket over her head when Torvald opened the curtains to let the daylight through, throw the nearest thing she could find at anyone who tried to get her out of bed, and she just talked in groans and incomprehensible noises until breakfast.

Finally, Torvald would slip out into the common room and do her battering ram impression on the boys door until one of them, rubbing the sleep from their bleary eyes, came to tell her they were up. Torvald sort of pitied the boys, as it must be lonely having a room big enough for nine people with only two people in it. But then again, she supposed they could have two beds, or extra storage room.

Torvald would have a shower, and then get changed, pulling on her light brown leggings and her cream-coloured t-shirt. She'd try to do a flip like Minty, but she was still failing formidably every time. As she smoothed out her yellow candy wrapper skirt with the orange lining and put her matching hair bow on her head, she hummed a little, or sang quietly, but never as well as Sticky, who had music constantly flowing through one ear and out the other one. Torvald would shrug on her light brown racing jacket, then do the one thing Minty and Sticky could never beat her at – running. She'd sprint out of the dormitory, race down the stairs, and rush into the cafeteria, out of breath. There, she would sit down with her family, the frozen sisters and the berry twins. Occasionally, Swizzle would join them, but mostly he would sit with the boys on the boy table.

After breakfast, they'd go to their lessons, and then at break and lunch they would walk, talk, play, or study with their friends, or they'd go to clubs and activities.

Sticky joined the school choir, Nougetsia joined but stopped when she realised you weren't allowed to talk unless you were singing. She then decided to join the debate club, and became known as the most terrifying person to challenge vocally in the school. You would not believe how quickly that girl can talk…

Adorabeezle and Sakura started going to winter sports, and they would take the bus to the mountains every Tuesday and Friday lunchtime, then they'd always arrive back late for their afternoon lessons. Citrusella did the racing skills club, and everyone was surprised because only the most promising racers can get into that.

Minty and Torvald did every sport club they could get into, so tennis and gymnastics on Monday, fitness in the gym on Tuesday, swimming and badminton on Wednesday, football and basketball Thursday. However, Minty wouldn't dance, so Torvald joined ballet, modern dances, and tap dance clubs with Jubileena.

Their lessons were usually ok, but some Torvald got really bored with. On her super boring list were English, Geography, Racing history, Science, and Art. Her favourite one was by far Racing, where they went zooming round the track in the trainee karts.

Bored stiff in her science class, Torvald reflected on her last few weeks. She'd discovered that she could wake up without a pillow being thrown at her and found it far more pleasant. She'd grown accustom to her new life, but the best part was meeting the new people. She was constantly discovering things about them. She remembered back to a few days ago, when she and Candlehead had a heart-to-heart…

"-so that's why I think Mulan was better than Pocahontas, Candles – uh, Candles?"

Candlehead was gazing adoringly over Torvald shoulder. Torvald turned, curious, and saw she was watching Gloyd and Swizzle playing one of their stupid games. As Torvald watched, Gloyd tripped over his own feet, hit himself on the head with the stick he was carrying, and got up to run after his hat, which had rolled away. Meanwhile, Swizzle laughed his head off, clutching his sides.

Torvald rolled her eyes, distinctly unimpressed, but Candlehead sighed softly. Torvald turned, and Candles blushed a deep red.

"Candles, do you like – one of the two boys over there?"

Candlehead shook her feverishly, eyes wide, which pretty much proved that she did.

"Please tell me it isn't Swizzle!" Groaned Torvald.

Candlehead hesitated for a while, and Torvald could tell she was trying to find a cover-up excuse. "No, it's Gloyd." She said, defeated.

"Oh no, that's even worse! Candlehead, you can do better than that pumpkin-hatted fool!"

Candlehead sighed, and looked out at the fields. "I know, but I can't help it. I only wish he would realise…"

Torvald sighed. There was no way to help Candles. She looked out at the fields and saw-

"TORVALD BATTERBUTTER!"

Torvald 'woke up' with a start, to find her red-faced science teacher, Mr Cherry-bomb, yelling at her with a fury she had never seen before. She blanched, and replied shakily;

"Y-yes Mr Cherry-bomb?"

"I asked you," he said through gritted teeth, seething, a vein in his forehead close to popping, "What the chemical equation for sodium chloride was, five minutes ago!"

"Uh, chlorine soda?" She answered, petrified, unable to remember a single thing.

His face contorted into a very, very angry expression. "NO!" He screamed.

A girl on the other side of the class raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Milkyway?"

"The answer is NaCl." Answered the girl, in a clear, pretty voice.

Torvald scowled. Ricelle Milkyway, the know-it-all of their group. She was one of the really rich kids, and the really pretty ones. Also, she knows everything. Crumbelina, who went to primary school with her, said she's been like that since they were three.

For some reason, she and Torvald had a mutual hatred for each other. Maybe it was because Torvald accidently got her in the face with a dodgeball on their first day, bashing her pretty little nose in. Anyway, Ricelle constantly beat Torvald in anything she could, which was everything save sports, dance, and music.

"Torvald!" Whispered Minty, who was sitting next to her.

"Yeah?"

"Want me to get Ricelle in the head with a basketball later?"

Torvald ginned. "The idea is tempting, but no thanks."

After science, they all filed out for lunch. It was Friday, so ballet was after school, and this was one of their family lunches, when she spent her lunch with Sticky, Minty, Swizzle, and Sakura. They grabbed an outdoor table and sat down. The grounds of the school were beautiful, lush green sugar grass and a forest of tall candy cane trees in which they played games like capture the flag and extreme hide and seek.

"So are you guys scared of the results?" Asked Sakura, as they all started their sandwiches. "I think I've failed all the exams…"

Everyone sighed and rolled their eyes. Sakura was always worrying about her results, even though she was one of the cleverest in the school.

Minty looked at her, and raised her eyebrows. "Listen, Saki, you of all people shouldn't be worried about the results, even if you're stupid enough to think you should," 'Saki' gasped in mock offence. "Because you've probably got the highest score this school has ever seen. Now, onto more important things; what are we doing for Halloween?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, as Sticky started jumping around in her seat. "Oh, I know! The school lets us go into the village to go trick-or-treating, then when we come back there's a party in the gym!"

"Sounds good Stick," said Swizzle, causing Sticky to blush immensely, much to the amusement of the other girls, "So what's everyone going as? I bag vampire!"
"I'll be a zombie!" Said Torvald happily. Sticky grinned; "Well Torvald, I think you'll be brilliant at it, after all, you're a zombie every morning!"

Everyone laughed at Torvald's scowl. "Anyhow," said Sticky giggling, "I'm going as a goblin."

"I will be Frankenstein's monster." Said Minty in a slow, dull, monotone voice. "Well, you sure sound like him!" Smirked Swizzle.

"And you Saki? What will you be?" Asked Torvald. "Euh…erm…hmm… I know! A walking, talking pumpkin!" She said triumphantly.

Torvald sighed impatiently. "Sakura, going as Gloyd does not count as a Halloween costume!" The table rang with laughter.

Sorry, they're getting shorter all the time… I'll try to make the next one longer!

Well, hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to cast your votes!

This is Sticky (aka Miss Wipplesnit) signing out for the night! Goodbye!