Finally! Chapter three is here! Thank the gods! I guess it is supposed to be THANK GOD.
Do not speak the name of the Lord in vain.
Geez Louise. Stop sneaking on me like that.
How about never? Just joking, dear twin ;)
Wait. What happened to your chapter four?
Uhhh, I kind of don't have inspiration at the moment but since something secret happened ;) I'm gonna be working on it. Watch out, guys.
You better finish it right now then. Or else? I'll post that one about how you imagine C- DAMMIT MARI! I'm not supposed to be using those words but STOOOPPPP embarrassing me in front of the readers! Oh, as if you don't tease me about our 'complicated family'. THAT'S DARN DIFFERENT! I don't tease you about OUR 'TATAY' in front of the readers! YOU JUST DID!
Since the two are busy arguing, I'm just telling to move on from this moment and read this really short chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Read chapter one. If you missed that big dialogue of a disclaimer, then we're repeating this only once. No, no, no, no ,no ,no, no, we DO NOT own any of the characters mentioned below, because these are multiverses mixed up in one fanfic. So, no. Just...no.
Anemone dumped her (super heavy) bags by her seat in the classroom earlier.
Normally, they would have a class ceremony by 7:15 in the morning but Anemone always skips that. The school organization she joins ALWAYS held their meeting in the morning. She grimaced as she bumped into Jessica, the school organization 'Language and Arts' president, who reminded her to skip the flag ceremony to hold their meeting. Anemone could swear that Jessica hated standing in the flag ceremony for just five minutes which was why she was always walking around, telling her members not to be late for the meeting.
The problem was, their organization was assigned to a room in the OTHER building. Her campus was BIG and she had to plow through hallways and stairs EVERY morning. That also meant Anemone having to cross back and forth half the entire school yard just to go back to the room. Not to mention, that she was running late when she arrived there about five minutes earlier (yes, five minutes is late. Ten minutes is early.)
She opened the door and straightened her badge, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself for a long and boring meeting.
Yay...
~15 minutes later~
Now Anemone checked her watch, tuning out the meeting as her groggy mind processed the time in front of her.
7:40 flashed brightly at her.
Anemone squeaked and everyone gave her a strange look. "I have to go," she muttered, going red as she stood up and dashed for the door.
Man, if Emma were here, she would drop her jaw at the speed Anemone was running in. They could've won the Sportsfest if they let her join the marathon.
She ran through the halls of MacArthur Academy, savoring the wind. It felt like flying than going in an airplane. She halted to a stop in front of a door and the school bell rung. She threw it open to find herself blocked by some kids.
Well, she couldn't and wouldn't call them kids, not by their overwhelming height. But anemone was one of the oldest people in her class, with Emma a few months younger than her.
Everyone stared at her. Another fact about Anemone was that she HATED being the center of attention. It was annoying and she felt conscious of herself. So instead, she calculated the space in front of her. Anemone not passing through small spaces was a rare event. So instead of marching straight into the space and making herself fit like Emma would've done, she closed the door and went through the other door. As expected, the doorway was empty so Anemone could enter.
Emma grinned at her from her seat two seats beside her seat. "Wassup, wassup, wassup!" she greeted Anemone, eyes dancing brightly. Anemone playfully rolled her eyes as she threw a random greeting at Emma, absentmindedly twiddling her thumbs as she strode to her seat. She was finally able to get a good look at the new kids. Most of them were boys in a group of ten, more or less.
Their section's adviser entered the room to start homeroom. The class stood up in a loud chorus of 'Good Morning!' as the group of ten teens shuffled awkwardly to the side as the teacher walked to the table and set her things down. "Good Morning, class!" she greeted them as she shifted through her folders, looking for the attendance sheet. Anemone had never pitied a teacher so much before, she decided, as she and the other twenty-eight student stared at her teacher holding up her attendance sheet and now on the search for her glasses.
Long at last, she found them and the class audibly sighed, relieved that it only took five minutes for Mrs. Chase to find the attendance sheet AND her glasses. She cleared her throat, silencing Emma, Janine and Erica, the most chatty girls in their grade, as she started roll call.
A few moments and three name corrections later, their teacher cleared her throat, even though it didn't need clearing.
"Class, we have our exchange students from America," she announced, fixing everyone with a pointed stare. "Dixon, do you have the report?" Anemone went bright red again as she heard Emma's quiet laughter beside her. The report! She inwardly groaned. She forgot it by her bedside desk! Ughhh, she had worked on it ALL night long and she left it back home?
Sometimes, she just HATED being an honor student. You remember everything but forget where you put a certain object you're supposed to bring. She totally forgot about it, because of that Piper-lookalike!
She shook her head. "I forgot it at home," she muttered loudly.
One her classmates, Brad, laughed. "Slow as a sea anemone." Several of his friends snickered at her.
Anemone balled her hands into fists. Before she could retort back, her friend Emma, already tossed a reply. "Slower than a sea anemone yourself, aren't you, Brandy?" she smirked, referring to the late reaction Brad had when the ball was passed to him yesterday. Anemone cracked a smile at her bold friend as Brad opened and closed his mouth, not believing he was just roasted by a girl younger and smaller than him.
Mrs. Chase banged her fist on the table. "Enough!" she declared. "No more of this immature behavior. Don't embarrass yourselves in front of our new students. Another one, and you may be pulled out of the Sportsfest, Miss Talore. You too, Shimt," Mrs. Chase said stiffly as she gathered her things and made her way towards the door. "Goodbye and thank you," the class stood up as they said their daily chant before sitting down, going back into their normal talkative attitudes.
The group of ten separated from their position from the hallway and a boy, who attracted a lot of stares from the girls, except for Emma, who was spouting insults rapidly before Brad could throw back, walked at the vacant seat beside her.
Anemone chuckled, her eyes still on Emma, as the boy neatly put his things below his chair.
The class bell rung again and almost automatically, on every Friday, Emma and Brad stopped bickering and threw a reproachful look at each other, Emma's much more scarier than Brad's glare. The class vice president, Carlene tapped Marty, the class president on the shoulder impatiently, reminding him it was...
Oh, darn it. Anemone's thoughts were brain slush at the moment, so it took the smartest girl in her class a few moments before figuring out the next subject was Computer. Basically, she figured it out by spying on the kid beside her (no, not the new one). As she knelt down, the boy beside her (the new one) tapped Anemone on the shoulder as Anemone grabbed her Computer notebook. "Hmm?"
"What's first subject?" Anemone looked up at the boy. Whoa. Even if she stood up, she had to look up at the boy. The dude was seriously tall, with bulk. He wasn't as bulky as Benjamin Howards, but it was just the perfect bulk for him.
"It's Computer," she said as her hands rummaged in her bag, occasionally poking and tapping pockets (even if she knew it wasn't gonna fit there). "Usually, we bring our notebooks and Computer handouts but unfortunately, it seems I left it back at home, again," she added nonchalantly as she stood up, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. "And it appears I forgot mine, either at home or in my service, and I would have to borrow my friend's," Grabbing her Computer notebook and two pens, she rushed forwards and tapped her friend Emma by the shoulder, who was hopelessly organizing her Computer things and failing miserably. "Go away," she muttered distractedly. "It's me, Em," Anemone rolled her eyes. "Oh, hey, Anne," she greeted her, not looking up. "Where is that handout..." she murmured frustratingly, opening her notebook and flipping through it.
Anemone eyed a stapled mess of paper on the floor beside Emma's feet, and she plucked it off the floor and held it in front of Emma. "You mean this?" she teased. Anemone was small for her age but luckily the girls in her class weren't so tall either. It landed her the seventh spot in the spot (something Emma said she was insufferably proud of) while Emma landed in front.
Emma narrowed her eyes at Anemone and in a flash, Emma broke into a run around her, taking sharp turns as she successfully retrieved her handouts from Anemone's hand. "Hahaha, very funny, Anne," she childishly stuck her tongue out at Anemone. "Haha, yeah, sorry, I just needed to borrow your handouts," Anemone said as she reached for Emma's handouts, as Emma's hands easily swerved to avoid Anemone's invading hands, raising an eyebrow.
Another thing, she hated tricky people. She wanted results fast and quick and no fooling around. As if reading her thoughts, Emma bit her lip, staring at the handouts in her hands before snorting. "You just had to ask," she deadpanned, giving Anemone her handouts. "For what anyways?"
"I forgot mine at home or in the service and I need yours for photocopying," Anemone said breathlessly, taking the handouts in her hands.
"If they approve, then sure. Just hurry up and get back here ASAP, Dixon!" Emma called out behind her as Anemone made her way towards the officers, who were conversing at the front when the tap happened.
Anemone's pet peeve number three: she absolutely HATED being crept up form behind. Sure, she could tolerate Emma (with a few threats; because the small girl took those threats seriously) but Emma constantly reminded her that she (Emma) was the only one who knew of this particular pet peeve, and that it wasn't somebody's fault when they tapped her on the shoulder and started wondering why she was flipping out. She always wondered why couldn't people just normally clear their throats or make a small noise that could signify they were behind her. That was better than feeling as if someone was touching you.
Anemone whirled around, coming face to face with the boy.
"Can I come with you? I forgot mine at the locker and the officers let us," he said shyly, rubbing his neck. "Sorry if I scared you," he added. Anemone bit her lip. "Just don't sneak up on me. I feel like someone's trying to touch me," she said dangerously, staring at the boy. How people said her stare was some kind of a glare she didn't know. She could do much scarier than that.
But unlike the others, he didn't flinch. He just apologized and apologized until Anemone grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bookstore to get it photocopied.
They stood there in awkward silence. It was so awkward and tense that you could slash a knife through it.
At last, the photocopies came and the boy thanked her. "I'm really sorry about earlier," the boy said to her as they walked up the steps."So, you're Dixon," he said, attempting to make conversation. Anemone paused on the steps. "Anemone's the name," she snorted. "Like what Brad said earilier, I'm as slow as a sea anemone."
The boy flashed her a smile. "I'm Dick Grayson," he said, holding out his hand. Anemone shook his hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you."
"Pleasure to meet you-" Before Dick could finish his sentence, the bell rung and she could hear Emma's distinct calls of Anemone. "Come on," she sighed, gesturing to continue. "You do NOT want to see Emma angry. Or you don't don't want us late in front of Mr. Smith."
YESSSS! Finally done editing chapter three of NEW LIFE after a fewh undred times of unsaved stuff. LONGEST EDITED CHAPTER IN MY LIFEEEE (even if its only two thousand. Sure hope Mari enjoys this thou.
Don't forget to R&R. Review! Also chapter four of your story!
Ohhh, that. Still no ideas for Connor/Mallory fluff. You help me since I lengthened this fic for YOU. You owe me a chapter this long.
~Marrione & Louise