A/N; Okay, so I finished early tonight and have basically typed this all up in the space of an hour or so. I'm really not happy with it, it has so much more angst than I had first planned and is just generally… awful. I had a new idea for a drabble tonight though and wanted to get the ending of this one out of the way before I started it, I may revisit it sooner or later and change it so it's a little more light and less cliché. Personally, I blame the wonderful ego-boosters- I mean, reviewers! Let me know what you think anyway, I just feel like I've characterized Scara' in a completely different way than I did in the first half.
Once again, I do not own We Will Rock You.
I gave a load groan as the sound of my mothers voice echoed along the hallway into my bedroom. "If you aren't up and dressed in half an hour's time, I'm going without you, and then who'll fight your corner when they try to stop you graduating? Because I'm not going to, I think they'd have every right!"
Why she insisted on speaking to me while I was half asleep I didn't know. I replied with a loud, "Shut up, people are trying to sleep in here!" and turned over onto my side, my hair falling across my face as my eyelids closed once again. Ah, bliss- that point where you're half between being asleep and awake and everything's all a bit blurry, I could have happily stayed in that state all day if it weren't for the mega bitch's persistent shouting from downstairs.
After ten more minutes of drifting in and out of a light sleep I pushed the covers back and sat up, my head spinning as the blood rushed to it a little too quickly. Bringing my hands up to my eyes I rubbed them and scanned the scattered clothing on my floor, a smile creeping across my face as I spotted my outfit for today.
I arrived downstairs with only minutes to spare, the black top that my mother had shredded hanging from my shoulder and torn across the chest, artfully stitched with some red thread that I had found in a small effort to prevent it from being too obscene. The long skirt now edged above my knee, a long slit climbing up my thigh and to finish it off I had chosen the oldest pair of combat boots that I owned. My mother had even gone as far as throwing them out on numerous occasions, but I'd always fished them out of the bin.
As she punched the numbers furiously into our house alarm she looked up and spotted me. A wry grin on my face I twirled one of my many magenta pony tails around my finger in a girly way and curtsied. "Ready and waiting Mother dear." I began to hum a Gaga song as I waited, knowing that the deadpan tone of it would get up her nose.
She scowled back at me and pursed her lips together tightly. "You just refuse to help yourself, don't you Sally?" it came out as a forced whisper.
I ceased my humming and blinked slowly at her for a moment, before retorting with a loud belt of song- "Just gimme, gimme FRIED CHICKEN!" for some reason just the fact that she was now looking at me as if I was dangerously insane made me feel silently smug.
"You would of course only be leaving with fifty A-levels, as opposed to the two-hundred and fifty that everyone else has achieved, but you will be leaving none the less."
We'd been sat around a table with my Principal for almost twenty minutes now, though it felt as if we'd been sat there for hours. Just like a half downloaded music track our conversation seemed to reach a certain point before returning to the very beginning again.
"She needs discipline; she needs to learn from her mistakes. Can you not make her return for another year to retake the A-levels that she failed?" my mother had now asked this question for the third time.
The Principal gave an awkward glance at me, once again taking in my appearance and wincing as her eyes traveled from my torn top up, to my smudged black make-up, right up to my coloured hair. "You see, the thing is…" she gave a nervous titter, "We don't want her here. Surely you can see that she doesn't fit in? She's so different from the other girls-"
"I should fucking hope so," I interjected, quickly tiring of being spoken about as if I weren't in the room. I immediately felt two pairs of eyes narrowing in my direction.
"This is what I mean!" the Principal pointed out, "She thinks nothing of throwing around such words, before we know it she'll be spouting all sorts of prescribed words without permission, we can't have her plaguing our students."
My mother gave a curious raise of her eyebrow. "What kind of words are we talking about here Principal?"
I snorted and stood up from the table, "I'd give you a few four letter samples right now, but I'm leaving." To my great surprise neither of them stood up to stop me. I'd been expecting at least one of them to grab my arm and pull me back down, alas neither had done it, so now I stood feeling rather silly having no choice but to start walking from the room. My heavy combat boots made a hollow thud against the floor as I walked, breaking the silence that had now filled the room. Opening the door slowly I edged out of it, watching the two of them carefully as if they might have suddenly produced full scale laser guns.
"I think I have a solution for you. That is if you'd like Sally taken off your hands." I listened eagerly as the Principal spoke, there were clearly unaware that I'd yet to close the door fully.
"I just can't stand to be around her anymore," my mother sighed, "I worry that the more time I spend with her, the more I'm beginning to hate my own daughter."
I opened the door fully and shot a glare at her, "Bitch," I spoke calmly but my hands began to clam up as I grasped the door handle, pulling it towards me with a swift tug it slammed shut, shaking in the door frame. Well if she wanted me gone then she could have her wish. Letting my backpack fall from my shoulders I unzipped it and pulled out a black jumper, another item of clothing that she wasn't aware that I owned. Tying it around my waist I glanced upon the other items, I certainly hadn't packed for running away. A can of Sprite and a crushed packet of crisps that had been there a good few days now, I gave a dejected sigh and zipped it back up, dragging it along the floor as I continued to walk. In the distance I heard a male voice, it's mysterious but contagious tune ringing through the corridors of the school. Just as I began to pick up the words it stopped suddenly and without warning. Bursting through the double doors of the school entrance, curious to see what had happened to the voice, I was surprised to be faced with an empty courtyard, the silence eerie and uncomfortable I hurled my backpack onto the stone steps and smiled as it made a thump.
"Of course," I thought to myself, "Everyone will have left now, no wonder it's so quiet!"
Feeling the need to break the silence barrier again I began to repeat the tune that I'd heard only minutes before, quietly at first but as the satisfaction of making such noise built, so did my volume.
"I want to break free from your lies you're so… self satisfied I don't need you, I've got to break free. God knows, god knows I want to break free."
My stomach flipped as I spotted them. They'd heard me, those stupid Gaga girls.
Shit.