Mari's offline and since she posted my drabbles, I'm doing her a favor.
No thoughts for today. All activities are over and summer is starting.
So, expect a normal flow of drabbles, one-shots, chapters, and more! That is if I don't get suspended or something.
Disclaimer: No, we don't own the specific fandom put in here because if we did, why would we be writing lengthy disclaimers and long dialogues about arguments and big bunches of nothing to finish a disclaimer?
Anemone sighed in relief as her shoulders relaxed a bit when they reached their classmates lined up in front of the computer lab, with a fuming Emma in front.
"Anemone Dixon, I'm never gonna let you borrow my handouts ever again," she said grudgingly as she grabbed her handouts out of Anemone's hands and shooed her away to her corresponding spot in the line.
So technically, she and the new student weren't late. That was a big relief because when they had stood in line, Mr. Smith went out the door of the Computer Lab and ordered them to sit down. Emma was in the first row (the spot near the window) and in the thirtieth computer while Anemone was in the second row (behind Emma) and on the twenty-second computer and Mr. Smith placed Dick into the empty seat beside her, and he noticed Emma.
"Hey Emma," Dick smiled at her.
"How do you know my name?" Emma asked suspiciously, looking at Anemone like Why does the hot dude know my name?
He jerked a thumb at Anemone. "Anemone told me."
"That makes sense." Emma shrugged before freezing. "Wait, are you the new guy beside Anne?"
Dick nodded. "Yep," he held out his hand.
"Dick Grayson." He said.
Emma stared at him disbelievingly. "Excuse me?"
"It's actually Richard Grayson. The kids in my...uh neighborhood call me Dick." he rubbed his neck with his other hand sheepishly.
Emma shook his hand. "Emma. Emma Talore. Do you seriously let kids call you that?"
"Huh. It's fine." Dick stated.
"I pity you, because kids can be cruel sometimes. From now on, I'm calling you Derrick." Emma declared as Mr. Smith told them to sit down.
Emma was still looking with pity at Dick when the class president, Marty Kastanoff, sat in his seat next to Emma.
Anemone smirked. The way Emma and Marty interacted were like little children because they had friendly competition between them. They could bicker back and forth like children and call each other names (like the recent 'NOOB' Marty called Emma and Emma called him back). And that friendship was irony, considering how huge of a crush Emma had on Marty back in fourth grade and resolved to never talk to him again.
Here goes the bomb. Goodbye from recovery, ears! she thought. I now have to say bye-bye to my resolution to listen to Mr. Smith now that the Marty-Emma feud is about to begin.
And soon enough, when Anemone snapped out of her thoughts, Mr. Smith was already chiding Emma and Marty to stay quiet. Emma had an excellent poker face on and Marty was nodding as hard as he could as the teacher left them. And they suddenly burst into quiet fits of laughter, stuffing their fists inside their mouths to keep themselves disguised into the usual loud chatter of Section Fulminata.
"FULMINATA!" Mr. Smith bellowed, instantly silencing the class. He immediately fell into a lecture, in which Anemone tried hard to pay attention to, but lost interest and turned her attention to Marty and Emma's playful banter.
"...Young Justice is awesome!" Emma quietly declared to Marty who snorted.
"The Avengers are better!" He argued.
Anemone decided to slip in the conversation because Marty and Emma were looking at Anemone, asking for her opinion.
"Girls, girls, we know your teams are pretty and all, but I'd side with Emma today. Sorry Marty," Anemone stated as Marty pouted.
"Really? What's your equivalent of Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, Kid Flash, Impluse, Beastboy, Wondergirl, Blue Beetle and Nightwing, huh?" Emma challenged him.
"Superboy is Captain America, Zatanna is Scarlet Witch, Kid Flash and Impulse are Quicksilver, Miss Martian is Vision, Blue Beetle is Iron Man, Superboy would be Hulk and uhh wait, Nighthawk is in Young Justice?" Marty confusedly asked Emma, who doubled back in laughter with Anemone.
"Miss Talore! Miss Dixon! Is there anything funny about my subject?!" Mr. Smith yelled at the two girls. Emma put her poker face on and they shook their head at the same time. "No, sir," the two girls chanted together. "Then pay attention! You too Kastanoff!" he growled lowly before turning back, and turning the brief excitement back into complete boredom (and back to unconsciousness for Nathaniel McKracken, the heaviest sleeper in Section Fulminata).
Emma turned back to Marty and with an very silent exaggerated laugh, she poked Marty. "Nighthawk?! Seriously?" Emma pointed a shaking finger at Anemone, who was silently clutching her stomach as she laughed. "Look what you did to Anne!" she accused him.
Anemone tried to stop laughing, but found she couldn't. "Just because the symbol is a hawk doesn't mean the name is Nighthawk. Maybe Nighthawk is the protege of Nightwing alongside Nightowl and Nightjar."
Emma scolded Anemone. "Anemone!"
"What?"
"Stop spouting your Harry Potter animagus references!"
Marty cracked a smile as he shrugged, the attention turning back to him. "Hey, don't blame me! I thought his name was Nighthawk was because it kind of looked like a hawk on his chest buuut I guess I was wrong," he admitted as Emma poked him. "Ha! You admit it!" she said in a mock air of superiority. "Noob!" she teasingly whispered to Marty, who tried to maintain an offended face and failed.
"Guilty of being a noob," he admitted, raising his hands up.
This continued for half a hour before Sarah Magill-solc had enough and told Mr. Smith it was already time.
"Remember your homework on Basic HTML Codes, on page thirty-tree," he waved Zach Decesar's raised hand down. "And, Mister Decesar, the new handout will be given by Miss Cha," he said, gesturing a sighing Carlene over and passing her a pile of handouts.
"Shut down your computers. Goodbye, class," Mr. Smith said stiffly.
"Goodbye and thank you," the class dully answered back as they were ushered outside and back to their classroom.
-TIME BREAK-
"Can this end?" Anemone could hear Emma's groans two seats away from where she was. Everybody was distracted and everyone wanted Math to end. Math. Was. Just. So. Hardcore. HARRRD.
Mrs. Fletcher looked at her watch and smiled. "You got lucky today, Miss Talore," she winked at Emma, who looked up and rubbed her hurting head (she had been bumping her head against her desk for the many equations thirty minutes ago). "But tomorrow, you're first to solve the equations. Anymore objections?"she looked around the class, who mutely shook their head. "Good. Goodbye, class," Mrs. Fletcher grabbed her laptop bag and swung it over her shoulder as she walked out the door before the students could wave her goodbye.
The class went back into the usual loud chatter. "Anemone?" Dick asked her. Anemone slowly turned her head around. "Is it always THIS noisy in here?"
Anemone nodded. "Yeah, you get used to it after a while," she confirmed and pointed at a tall blonde girl beckoning Dick closer. "I think your friend is waiting for you."
Dick smiled at her. "Thanks, Anemone," he said as he stood up and walked over.
Anemone watched him go and tried to turn her attention back to her Math notebook, full of equations that her brain couldn't solve.
No use doing this IN here, she frowned, turning over her paper and bumping her head on the desk.
"I agree with Mrs. Fletcher on most occasions, because she's great at athletics, dancing and all but she's TOO much of a whiz in Math. I mean, can anyone get these equations right, except for you?" Somehow, Emma sneaked somewhere and plopped herself down on Dick's chair.
Anemone groaned. "Don't pressure me, Talore,' she said shortly, poking Emma harder that she meant in the shoulder. Emma winced. "That hurts!" she exclaimed, clutching her arm. "Seriously, Dixon, you hit hard for someone who can't lift me," Emma told her as Anemone rested her head between her propped up elbows. Emma could lift even Mellie Phatt easily and twirl her around. That was why Emma was living proof of small and impossible.
And probably why their classmates called her 'Small but Terrible.'
"Don't pressure me then, Talore," Anemone muttered as she scribbled down her equations fast and began multiplying and replacing terms in her head.
Emma leaned over and raised an eyebrow at Anemone's madly scrawled notebook. "Stop massacring that notebook."
Anemone grabbed her (Emma's) notebook and set it open. "You can't even put a few scribbles on this notebook," she said, gesturing to the blank pages as she flipped it after the equations.
Emma yanked it out of her reach. "Look at this then, Dixon," she said, turning the pages of the notebook to reveal random spiky scrawls of equations, numbers, fractions, decimals, and symbols that were the result of mad scribbling in order to save her Mathscore account.
Anemone managed to remain unimpressed. "Really, then Talore? Talk about Math!" she said, dramatically pulling out a pad with hundreds of madly scrawled equations, numbers, symbols, fractions, decimals, terms and variables as she flipped the page.
Emma's jaw dropped before she snapped her mouth shut, dropping her notebook. "I surrender, praetor!" she mocked a bow, forgetting about the poor notebook that was left on the floor.
Anemone smirked as the class bell rung. "In that case, centurion, return back to your seat, stat!"
Emma gave her a salute. "Yes, praetor!"
The door slid open and they were greeted by the sight of a tired and wary Mrs. Chase stepping inside. "Good afternoon, ma'am!" bounced off the wall as Mrs. Chase waved them away and plopped down her seat. "Yes... yes... good afternoon, class... sit down." Mrs. Chase muttered distractedly, before grabbing a pebble-sized container. She unscrewed it and let herself smell the minty aroma (it was strong; the whole class could smell it) before putting the lid back on. She then stored it neatly back in her bag before she stood up once more.
"FULMINATA!" she yelled, the shrill voice piercing Section Fulminata's loud chatter.
"Put your notebooks away, Miss Cessano," she said firmly to Hazelle Cessano, who froze at the statement made by Mrs. Chase before putting it down. "Miss Cha, no, you will pass your homework later, I said later, girl!" she snapped at Carlene and Janine.
"Listen up, Fulminata! MacArthur Academy is hosting a Send-off Banquet for its seniors, which means you will be having a prom. And, no Janine, its not by section. Yes, it is still by height but it is mixed."
Matthew Lieberson raised his hand. "Ma'am, what do you mean by mixed?"
Mrs. Chase massaged her temples as she put down a fancily decorated piece of paper which Anemone thought was the programme. "Matthew, I meant mixed as in your partners will be likely from the other sections."
A loud "WHAT!?" rang out and Mrs. Chase slammed her hand down so hard on the table that bits of paper flew.
"FULMINATA! HUSH!" She yelled above the noise before continuing. "You will be partnered with various people from the other sections. Now, can you PLEASE line up as quietly as possible?"
Fulminata, being Fulminata, didn't listen. Carlene and Julia were shouting for them to line up properly and stay still while Xy and Amelia shook Marty to get up and help the others as Fulminata formed two messy lines with the usual chatter and scramble and the occasional chair crash.
When Mrs. Chase ushered them outside, they were told to go down at the auditorium.
Stepping inside, Anemone felt crowded at the sight of the sections before her. She forgot how many people were in Gemina and Libyca. And if they were combined with Fulminata, the teachers may have to put on three pairs of earplugs to block the noise. Gemina was well-behaved, but mixed with the rowdy behavior of Libyca and the really loud noise of Fulminata?
Gemina was the section with the least number of students so... not so much effect on the other sections.
Mrs. Fletcher, Mrs. Chase and Mrs. Friday silenced the sections as they welcomed in the school administrator (and what the others dubbed as the scariest teacher in the school), Mrs. Graciano walked inside.
That was enough to make Fulminata and Libyca form four straight lines (since Gemina was already sitting down properly) and sit down without a sound. Even Brad went quiet when he noticed Mrs. Graciano.
Her heels clicking on the floor made EVERYONE nervous. Even Anemone could hear teeth chattering two lines away.
Fixing them with her eagle-sharp gaze, Mrs. Graciano cleared her throat and held out a piece of paper.
"Since all three sections are here, I an pleased to announce that the Send-Off Banquet is going to be held for the honor of you seniors, and to celebrate your final year here." She looked around, daring anyone to contradict her before continuing. "Therefore, you are all gathered here today to find your partner, because this year, we will be mixing the sections."
She gestured the teachers, who in unison gave out the fancily decorated programme. The invitation was shaped liked a silver star. When Anemone opened the invitaion, a splash of silver greeted her.
"As you can see, this year's theme is Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. The Master of Ceremonies are already chosen as stated there," she paused, pointing to the bottom of the programme and Anemone heard a yelp of surprise from Sarah Magill-solc in front of her.
Anemone looked down and stared at the programme, long and hard, on her hand. It read:
Theme: Honor the Living Beauty Written in the Sky
I. Processional
II. Opening Prayer
III. Inspirational Message
IV. Candle Lighting
V. Presentations
Group A - Strong
Special number - (song number) Just a Dream
Group B - Symphony
Special number - (dance number) Stay the Night
Group C - Heroes
Special number - (song and dance) Tala
VI. Dinner
VII. Free Dance
VIII. Audio Video Presentation
IX. Awarding
X. Closing Remarks
XI. Closing Prayer
Masters of Ceremonies:
Emma Talore, Sarah Magill-solc, Zach Decesar and Matthew Lieberson
She sneaked a peek at Sarah in front of her, who was googling at the programme with HER name on it.
"Nice!" Anemone heard Emma gave Zach Decesar a high-five.
"I am sad to say that this year's Send-Off Banquet will NOT hold a audition. However, the special dance presentations shall be chosen by our own dance teachers, Mrs. Fletcher, Mr. Williams, Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Miller. The special song presentations will be chosen by Mr. Jones. With that said, I will be calling Mrs. Chase to partner you with your partner," she sharply added as she handed the notebook to Mrs. Chase. "Boys, be a gentleman and go to your your partner's side."
What was supposed to be a quiet walk and a neat line of partners, was a loud and clumsy shuffling around as people became disappointed and went slowly as possible as they walked towards their partners. For instance, Felix Draycott was going as slowly as he could when Mrs. Chase told him his partner was Aliah Severs, the most hated girl in the grade.
Hazelle Cessano choked, Julia Dellyaware shot him a pitiful look and Emma whispered something encouraging to him when he passed by her because when he stood there, he looked at Emma and kept on snickering.
Anemone was mainly satisfied with her partner, John Irendale, because he was a good dancer and while he was energetic, he had been Anemone's partner before in the Field Demonstration a few months ago.
But her friends? Not so much luck.
Sarah was partnered with Andrei Penock (Sarah's version of Marty but with a fiercer competition), Hazelle was partnered with Julian Chadborne, John's best friend, Annelee Bourditt was with Todd McDeegan, another best friend of John's, Cassandra McLeese was with Josiah Chellbourne. After Annalee, Anemone changed partners to... the new student Dick.
All of them came from the other sections. And Anemone could say she could feel each other's pain when a hyperactive kid began bouncing his way to Emma.
Her partner was Bart Allen, the energetic kid of Gemina and the 'cousin' of Wally West of Libyca.
The teachers later on grouped the students into three groups. Anemone and her partner ended on Group B, along with Emma who was trying to keep up with her super hyper partner. Emma huffed and puffed as Bart Allen bounced around. Emma rolled her eyes at Anemone, as if to say, Yeah, I'm alright here. Don't mind me and my super-hyper partner.
Anemone chuckled. Then she turned in a full circle to take a look at the other groups. Only then Anemone realized that some other students in the two other groups lacked partners. Female partners to be specific.
Mrs. Chase clapped her hands for attention. "Students! You are required to memorize the SOB's theme song. We will be handing out the lyrics."
Anemone got her own copy of the song. She read the title. It read "Stars-Arrows to Athens". Nice choice though. It really suites the theme, Anemone thought.
Chatter and noise began from the students began again.
Mrs. Chase clapped her hand again for attention. "STUDENTS! Practices will start tomorrow, and we will be posting the names and the schedule of the practice of each group on each room. No need to bring heels yet for the girls. As for the special numbers, you will be excused from your classes. The emcees will be having their own practice. Any questions?"
A kid from Group C raised her hand. "What are we supposed to wear on the event itself?"
Mrs. Chase answered, "Formal wear for boys while cocktail dress for girls. Make sure you follow the theme. Each of the advisers of the sections will be showing pictures for samples tomorrow."
Another kid from the third group raised his hand. "Ma'am, what about those who do not have partners?"
Mrs. Chase massaged her temples as she answered the question. "Then we will be excusing some students from other groups to be their partner."
-TIME BREAK-
That night, Anemone can't sleep in fear of dreaming nightmares about the horrors of dancing on heels. Actually, as much as Anemone wanted to attend the SOB, she HATED dancing on heels. Especially if you count all her fiascos back in fifth and sixth grade. She and Emma went to the same elementary school school before they attended MacArthur Academy for High School. Their old elementary school holds a prom for fifth and sixth graders each yeah called Jesus Others and You Day or commonly known as JOY Day. Still, Anemone's sides aches whenever she remembers her little fiasco when she accidentally hit her partner in the face while practicing a step. Okay, it wasn't little. She giggled, remembering back in fifth grade in the Spanish theme where the first time Emma tried a spin with her partner. And she had been elbowed in the face.
That Anemone feel a little better.
Anemone kicked off the blanket and made her way towards the window. She stared out her window when she spotted something just outside their humble house. Okay, more like someone. Except they were in a group. They seemed to be having a conversation. Then one of them noticed Anemone peeking through her window.
Anemone quickly drew her curtains close, her heart pounding. Anemone decided to choose that moment to sleep. She curled up on her bed and within a couple of minutes, Anemone started to snore.
First of all, yes, after two chapters of one fandom, I can still slip on some characters from that fandom.
Also, MARI, I'M SORRY! I forgot what names are the sections, so I Googled it. Also, I made up some characters! Hazelle, ya know who that is, Julian is Paul, Annalee is Louie and Todd was Louie's partner after Marty, ya know who John is, Josiah is Cassandra's partner, Andrei is.. you know who Mhey's partner is, Julia is Rai, Felix is Nathan, Nathan is my seatmate, and you know what... I'll just tell you later.
If I messed up the order (I lost the one where I place them), then tell me, I'll edit it.
YEAH, GUYS, ITS REALLY RANDOM BUT MY BRAIN CAN'T THINK OF SOME INTERESTING THING TO HAPPEN!
FORGIVE ME FOR BEING DEAD!
~ Marrione and Louise
Update: Mari knows how to edit. Too bad she doesn't want to edit my drabbles. :(
Sorry about the theme. I'm stubborn :P