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Post by TABBY on Jul 28, 2005 6:02:04 GMT -5
lol *gets music and sits on floor too*take your time im deffinetly not going anywhere
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Post by whatsername on Jul 31, 2005 15:30:46 GMT -5
I'M BACK!!! I know y'all missed me... ... I had a good time... ... no hotties. But there were these two really annoying guys who were 18 that kept bothering me and my friends, and when I told them I was 14, they were like WTF?! Then they left me alone...god, they were so fucking annoying.
Anyway. Part Two WILL be up tonight. I had time to clear my head, and can't wait to get back to writing. Send me lots of messages, lol!
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Post by whatsername on Jul 31, 2005 23:27:00 GMT -5
Yay, finally getting into the story a little more. ************************************************************************
Part Two
“Wow, it’s pretty,” I muttered, staring out the window.
“Yeah,” Erin said, glancing out of her window as well.
We had been driving for the last half hour, and just now were finally entering the town of Weeksboro. Its outskirts were surrounded by fields and farmland. Horses and cows grazed here and there along the edges of fences. Cornfields seemed to stretch for miles…
“I hope we’re not in the middle of hill-billy country,” I said, smiling at Erin. She grinned.
“I doubt it,” she said.
“We’ll be in the center of town in less than ten minutes, ladies,” our cab driver said. He was not much older than we were, and had picked us up at the airport holding up a huge sign that read ‘Clore + Sawchak’. Erin had spotted it immediately after coming out of the gate. He had helped us gather our bags, and guitar cases, and lugged them into the back of his orange cab.
As we drove, more houses and small stores popped up here and there. It was definitely a small town. I wonder if there will be any good place to party at…
“Well, here we are,” said the driver, pulling through huge iron gates and up the gravel drive.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, face glued to the window.
“Holy crap is right,” Erin added, looking up at the huge building.
I’ve seen pictures of Earenson online, but they don’t do it justice. It was a huge red and white brick building, with many different sections and other smaller separate buildings across the grounds. It looked to be about four stories high, and the grounds were covered with a crisp layer of grass, flowers, and neatly clipped hedges.
“Whoa, this looks like the preppiest place on the planet,” I said, getting out of the car. Erin rolled her eyes, opening the trunk and grabbing her bag. I tore my eyes away from the school, and pulled my giant duffel bag and gig bag over my shoulders.
“Need anything else?” Mr. Cab Driver asked.
“Nope, I think we’re good,” Erin said.
“Alright. Hope you have a good school year,” he said, and with a wave and a smile, he drove off.
We climbed the great white marble stairs leading up to the main doors. We had to check in with the office.
“People sure are nice here,” I said, as a man coming out of the building held the door open for me and Erin.
“Yup,” was all she said, staring around the vast entrance. There were white marble floors and giant pillars holding up the arched ceiling.
I looked around and found a desk with an elderly woman sitting behind it. She was typing furiously at her computer, pushing up her glasses every few seconds. I shrugged my bags up higher onto my shoulders and made my way over to her.
“Hello dears,” she said, not looking up.
“Um, hi,” I said, Erin just nodded.
“Checking in for an early stay?” she asked, still typing.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Names?”
“Karla Clore.”
“Erin Sawchak.”
She typed more quickly. She glanced at the screen and then got up and pulled two folders out of separate filing cabinets.
“You’re the first ones here. Right now, you have the entire school to yourselves! Since you’re freshman, I’m sure it’ll be an advantage, allow you to roam and get to know the place a little better. My name is Mrs. Greene,” she said, finally looking up at us.
I smiled. She handed me and Erin separate folders.
“You’ll find all the info you need in there. Where your dorms are, your schedules, teacher information, where to get your uniforms….And if you have any more questions, feel free to drop by and ask,” Mrs. Greene said kindly.
“Thanks,” I said, flipping open my folder. The first thing that lay on top was a small plastic bag with a key in it. Attached to it was a number. I pulled it out and turned to Erin.
“204,” I said.
“301,” she said. I groaned. Mrs. Greene smiled at us.
“There are three people to a room, and since you are the first one’s here…well…I think I could tweak which dorm you stay in,” Mrs. Greene said, eyes twinkling.
“Really?” I asked eagerly.
“Of course,” she said kindly. She typed in her computer, took my key back and exchanged it with some one else’s. She handed me my new key. Room 301.
“Oh yeah! We rule! I mean, you rule Mrs. Greene,” I said, grinning at her.
“No problem dearies, come back if you need anything,” she said.
“Thanks!” Erin and I said, heading out the doors again.
The weather here was much cooler and mistier. But there was always the familiar scent of the salty ocean nearby.
“She’s really nice……,” Erin said, pulling out a map of the grounds from her folder.
“Yeah. I hope our other roommate is cool too,” I said, wondering which way to go.
“Girls dorms are this way,” she said after a second, pointing down a gravel path.
“Alrighty! Let’s go!” I said happily, entwining my arm with hers. We laughed and ran down the path past other buildings. I guessed half of them were classrooms, other dorms, and cafeterias.
“Here! This is it,” Erin said, skidding to stop. I nearly tripped, but caught myself just in time.
We pulled open the front glass doors and made our way up the stairs. It looked more like an apartment building than anything else. We were on the second floor. I stopped outside of door #301, pulled out my key and opened it.
Inside it smelled of laundry detergent and Febreeze. There were four small rooms. Two bedrooms, one with a bunk bed, the other with a twin sized bed, a living/kitchen area, and a bathroom.
“You wanna share that room?” I asked her, pointing at the room with the bunk beds.
She nodded and we dumped our stuff on the floor.
“I call top bunk!” Erin said.
“No problem, I like the bottom better anyway,” I said, flopping down on the bed. Erin laughed and began unzipping her bag. She started putting clothes away into the dresser. I sighed and began doing the same.
“Is that your mum?” I asked, glancing at the picture Erin put on the small table under the window.
“Yeah,” she said, placing a picture of what had to be her brother next to it.
I pulled out my framed picture of me, Diana, and Lauren, all smiling, arms slung around each others shoulders. Laurens dad had taken that picture at our middle school graduation. My eyes misted slightly.
“Who’s that?” Erin asked, looking at the picture. I rubbed my eyes quickly.
“Diana and Lauren,” I said quietly, “My family.”
She frowned slightly.
“What about your mom and dad?” she asked, “Don’t you have any siblings?”
I sighed and told her that my mother and brother were dead and my father not part of my life.
“Well, that sucks,” was all she said. I laughed and pulled out my posters and started taping them to the wall.
I put up MCR, P!nk, Michelle Branch, and last but definitely not least, Green Day. I stared at the poster. The three stared right back. Their glances almost looked accusing, questioning.
“Eugh,” I said, throwing a sock at Billie Joe’s face. Erin glanced at me, but didn’t say anything as she pulled out her tooth brush and went to put it in the bathroom. I followed her and did the same with my stuff.
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“Jesus, it’s cold for July!” I said, stuffing my hands into my pockets. Erin shrugged, looking at the stores until we found the one that would sell us our uniforms.
We entered the small store called Plaid and Things, and fifteen minutes later, came out with our new school uniforms.
“Meh. I guess they’re not that bad,” I said.
“No, they could be worse. At least they’re reasonably short skirts, and not those long ones that go to the knee,” Erin said, as we walked up the street.
Our uniforms consisted of a plain black pleated skirt, a white blouse, black ties, burgundy knee socks, and burgundy sweaters and sweater vests with V necks. The collars and sleeves of the shirts, and the top of the socks, were embroidered with black and gold, our school colors besides the burgundy red. The breast pocket on each of the shirts read ‘Earenson’ in extravagant letters. In warm weather, we were supposed to wear the blouse and the vest with the tie, and in cool weather, the sweatshirts with the tie.
“Why do we have to wear black ties? It looks like we’re going to a funeral,” Erin muttered, stuffing her tie back into the bag.
“You can barely see it over the collars of the shirts anyway,” I said.
We walked around town a bit, getting familiar of where the good shopping and food stops were. By the time we headed back up to the school, night was already falling.
“It’s freezing!” I said, slamming our dorm door shut behind us.
“We better get used to it!” Erin said, “We’re here for a long time. First vacation isn’t ‘til Christmas, and then we can head back to California.”
Thinking of Cali, I picked up the phone that was attached to the wall in the tiny living room/kitchen and dialed Diana’s number.
“Hey!” I said, as I heard Diana’s groggy voice.
“Ugh, do you know what time it is?” she asked.
“Uh…oh. Sorry, forgot about that whole time difference thing,” I said, adjusting my watch to the time it read on the microwave. No wonder I was so tired…
“Yeah, anyway, how is it?” she asked.
I went on to tell her everything. Erin, the airport, the marble floors, Mrs. Greene, the dorms, uniforms, the small town…
“Wow. Sounds good so far,” she said.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Ooooh. Guess what?” she asked.
“What?”
“I talked to Billie Joe again,” she said. I could almost see her face, enjoying every bit of this.
“Argh. Why??” I asked, frustrated.
“Well, for one, he was really worried. And two, I just really like to see you suffer,” she laughed.
“Yeah, I’m suffering all right,” I said.
“I’ll probably call back tomorrow and give him all the info on the school…maybe so he can drop in…say hello…,” she said mischievously.
“You will do no such thing!”
“I don’t see why you’re so angry at them!”
“Neither do I, I just am! I’m only a fan, a crazy teenie that screams at concerts, begs for an autograph, dreams about them. They don’t really care what happens to me, they’re only pretending to be nice. They’re probably glad to be rid of me,” I said.
“Fine, be that way…What are you going to do for the rest of the summer?” Diana said, changing the topic quickly.
“Don’t know…”
Diana and I talked late into the night before finally saying good bye.
Erin and I spent the next month exploring town, making friends with Mrs. Greene and various janitors, and other people in town. We found a job at a local guitar shop. The owner was reluctant to hire us, but after we displayed our musical talents and knowledge of guitars, Mr. Beech welcomed us into the store.
And just like that, our summer seemed to pass us by. Erin and I became better friends everyday, and I talked with Lauren and Diana on the phone every night. Before we knew it, school was upon us.
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Post by xX*Sophie*Xx on Aug 1, 2005 4:07:22 GMT -5
Woo and Yay! You're back! This story is great. Can't wait to see what happens next... I'ts just...realistic I suppose! You can imagine it happening
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Post by TABBY on Aug 1, 2005 8:49:01 GMT -5
yeah^^^^i agree, anyway i love it!, uh oh billie joe is gonna know about the school......hmmmmmmmmm lol, anyway please update (i say anyway to much....)
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Post by whatsername on Aug 1, 2005 11:46:46 GMT -5
weeeeell, if billie joe knows where the school is...and he's a millionare...he can easily buy an airplane ticket, don't ya think? *evil laugh*
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