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Post by Kill on Jun 7, 2005 20:46:56 GMT -5
Part One -Morgan's POV-
Oh joy! Oh rapture! Oh boy, it's the first day of school and I can no longer contain my pure and utter excitement!
Oh, please! Come on. I hope you didn't think I was happy to return to my jail cell after being free for three months! Well, it wouldn't matter if it were summer or fall anyways. Either season, there's nothing to do. None of my friends call to do anything, I don't (and wish not to) go to any summer camps, and well really, my life sucks. It could be my age that gives me my angry out look on life. I mean I'm 14, what would you expect?
But anyways, school starts today and I'll bet you a million dollars (Monopoly money, of course) that I'll be late for homeroom.
Reluctantly rolling out of bed, my hair semi damp from the somewhat relaxing shower I took last night, I slip on a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and my trusty black and white striped tie. Next, I lace up my green Converses. Good old Connies, you've never failed me! Still drowsy I walk to my dresser and fish thought my makeup bag. Why do I even have most of this junk? I never use any of it! Pink lipstick? What the hell?! Aha! I slide on my black eyeliner quickly and touch it up to perfection. And the final ingredient: cover up! Done.
Slowly, not wanting to get to school any earlier than I should be, I make my way to the kitchen. There my mom and dad sit drinking coffee and watching the news. I don't want to interrupt them so I put and Eggo waffle into the toaster and walk back to the bathroom where I could brush and straighten my hair. Gah! My hair is so disgusting and curly in the morning. Whipping out the straightner I hear a thud across the hall. Great. Zach, my little brother, has awoken an hour early and as always is a spitball of energy. I lock the bathroom door quickly and then go back to frying my reddish-brown hair. Ginger is a good name for the color actually. Finished, and I am too lazy to put my hair into its usual half ponytail bun thing today.
Looking half descent I wander back to the kitchen to get my- AH! BITCH! LEGGO MY FUCKIN' EGGO! Where the hell did it go? Peering into the dining room there sat Zachary Steven Dysert munching happily on MY waffle. Alright then, I'll go without breakfast today. Once again, I return to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Done, done, done. Everything's done. And everyone will surely recognize me again this year as a loser. I laugh in my mind then yell to my mom to see if she is ready to take me to school and to go to work yet.
She's the reason I'm late for homeroom everyday. She takes longer than anyone else that I know to get ready. And for God's sake, she's a school nurse! Who's there for her to impress with her clothes, flawless make up, and the occasional neck scarf? Beginning to grow impatient, I grab my backpack and sling it onto my shoulder.
"IT'S 7:40!" I call to my mom before walking outside to the car.
No, I can't walk to school. That would take forever and then I would be even later than I would be anyways. No, I don't ride the bus either. And no, I don't care if someone sees me in a beat up, tan, minivan. That rhymes. If I ever write anything about going to school then that'll be included.
Alright, mother, let's go! The keys are in the ignition. I could drive to school myself, but I think that I'm a bit too young. However, I turn the key forward and start the van up with a few struggling sputters. Moments later, mom shows up in the threshold of the house, grabs her purse, and hops in the car. Finally.
After about ten minutes of a silent ride we are at the school and we begin our five second routine. Mom stops the car; I unbuckle, grab my bag and hop out.
"Have a good day," Mom says.
"Kay."
"And stay out of trouble!"
I smirk.
"Bye! Love you!"
"Love you too."
I enter the jail along with some other guy who likes Slipknot. Whatever. They're fucking stupid and so are their tee shirts. Especially the one that he's wearing.
So, whose homeroom am I in? Oh yes, Mr. Yarnot. I remember him from last year in Algebra. Good times, good times. That Mother Fruiter! Yeah, I'm trying to watch my language and substitute words help.
Finding the classroom before the bell was impossible. The bell rings and I'm not even halfway there. Oh well. It's nothing new. I stop at my locker and unlatch it. There's not a lock and I never used one. Besides, I would forget the combination and there's nothing to steal in here unless you want some text books. Taking my time, I place my book bag into the skinny metal container. I look at the clock. 7:58. Only three minutes late? Wow, I'm impressed.
But Yarnot isn't. As I take my seat in the far left corner of the classroom he passes me an "intimidating" glare.
"You're late," he reports.
I simply shrug then look around the room. Oh, there's Ashlee! I wave then continue my scan. Three new guys and one new girl. She looks nice, but don't judge a book by its cover! Role was already taken so I guess I was marked absent. Oh well, I'll take care of it after homeroom is over.
Suddenly, there's a tap on my shoulder. I spin around in my seat to see Ashlee beaming, her skin finally a tanner color.
"Hi!" she says.
"Hi!" I reply and then nod towards Yarnot, "Can you believe this? I thought they were pitching him after last year!"
"I know," she shakes her head and laughs, probably remembering her Algebra class with me, "Oh! Did you see the new kids?!"
"No. Well, yeah, but I never talked to them," I say looking back at the new kids.
"Well that's Mike, Adrienne, Tre, and Billie Joe," she points to each student as she says their names. I noticed that Billie Joe was hard at work in his journal. Finally, somebody that writes constantly like I do. Or at least when I get the chance. Turning back to Ashlee I open my mouth to say something but the bell rings allowing us out for a four minute break then first period.
Recalling the schedule I had gotten in the mail I start off to biology with only a pen. Ms. Clasten is notorious for handing out notebooks at the beginning of the year. The room was only feet from me when a familiar voice called out to me.
"Morgan!"
I turn around instinctively and spot Meghan.
"Hi!" I say, wave, and then remember being marked absent. I dart down the main stairwell to the lobby and skid into the secretary's office. I get a stern glare. "I was marked absent, but I wasn't late for homeroom," I lied.
"Name?" the hag said and I was about to say, "Sorry, but I don't have one," but I bit my tongue.
"Dysert, Morgan," I say army-like, mocking my school's system. The woman, (or is it?), crosses my name out on a sheet of paper then picks up the phone.
"Alright then," I mutter and dash back up the hallway and the stairs. As I am about to cross the intersection of two hallways I bump into someone who was obviously running from the other hallway. I hate those blind spots!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 7, 2005 20:52:33 GMT -5
*gasp* She goes to school with Mike, Tre, Billie and Adrienne? What are the odds? I like it.
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Post by Kill on Jun 7, 2005 21:01:36 GMT -5
Part Two -Morgan's POV-
"Ow," I say rubbing the back of my head. It had been more than a bump. Both I and the other kid were knocked onto our asses.
"Jesus Christ," he sighs and picks himself up. I pull my tie back to the front of my body then look up at the kid. It was that Billie Joe guy from homeroom. Quickly I get up.
"Where are you going?" Billie asks suddenly.
"Uh..." my mind pulls a blank, "Oh yeah! Biology."
"Me too," he glances at a clock, "and we are both late." The bell rings right on cue. An idea pops into my mind.
"Billie Joe, I'm Morgan. Known for nothing and one loud mouth," I say proudly.
"Ha, you sound like me at my old school," Billie replies.
"Jail," I correct him, "is the more appropriate term."
"Agreed," he says and I can already tell that we are two of a kind. It'll be nice to have another lying bitch/bastard that can get his/her way by any means.
"Any who," I say and begin to explain my plan quickly, "You're new, I'm not. You're lost, I find you. I take you to class, we're friends. Got it?" Two seconds pass before Billie Joe nods in understanding.
"I've never met a girl that can lie like this. Adrienne barely lies at all," he says clearly impressed. I mean why would he not be impressed with my cunning mind and pure cleverness?
"I speak falsely on a daily basis," I say and smirk, "Besides, mom said to stay out of trouble. She never said how to though, did she?"
The classroom was more like a funeral home than science class upon Billie and my own arrival. Manila notebooks were already placed at each seat and only two on the end were not taken. They looked like good seats to me though.
"Ms. Dyzert, where have you been?" Ms. Clasten mispronounced my last name. How dare her!
"It's DySERT," I explain and walk Billie Joe over to a seat, "And I was just so happening to be helping a new student find his way to class." I sit down next to Billie Joe. Ms. Clasten shakes her head and just continues the lecture that I had interrupted. No late for us! Woot! Everyone seems to have their notebooks out, even Billie Joe. But he's not taking notes like the others, he's writing!
Fast, I tear out a sheet of paper from my new notebook and write:
Hey what's your next class? Who's Adrienne? Nice tie. What's your last name? Have any other friends? Like to write?
There, just enough questions for now. I fold the paper messily and slide it into Billie's elbow. His head lifts from his notebook and his green eyes turn to me.
"You?" he mouths. I nod and he opens it stealthily. As I wait for the note to come sliding back, I take out another piece of paper. And no, I am not going to take notes! Are you crazy?!
I begin to draw. More like doodle. It's an eye. Another stupid effing eye! I won't draw anything but them for some stinking reason. I force myself to stars, anarchy A's, and sketches of my name.
Out of the blue, the note hits my elbow. Underneath the desk I open the folder paper then read it secretly:
Oh, my first note of the year! I'm honored. Next class: History, Adrienne: A friend who happens to be a girl, Tie: Thanks. My other friend has the same one as you, Name: Armstrong, Friends: Mike Dirnt, Tre Cool (kid with the tie), Adrienne Nesser, and some Ashlee chick I met in homeroom today, Writing: Songs. -BJA
Gah. I had Algebra II next. Hopefully Tre, Mike, Ashlee, or even Adrienne will be there too. I wrote back:
I have Algebra II next. (Blah.) My last name is Dysert (die-sert) and you'll probably learn that fast. That's what most of my teachers call me. That Ashlee chick is cool. She's my friend. You're welcomed to sit with us (and Ash's twin brother) at lunch. Tre, Mike, and Adrienne too. Believe me, there's room. I like to wr-
A hand came down onto the paper. SMACK! I jumped up from my seat startled and glanced at Billie Joe. His eyes were wide too. God dammit. Caught.
"Ms. Dyzert," Ms. Clasten hissed, "please review your SCIENCE notes with the class." I shrugged. Here goes another fine beginning to another fine school year. I grabbed the note and opened my mouth to read, but again Ms. Clasten's sausage fingers came flying down onto the desk. "Front and center!" she growls. Old Hiss and Growl, that's what they should call her.
Reluctantly, yet calmly, I made my way to the front of the class. Eyes all on me I took a breath and read, only a little moderated.
"Hey, what's your next class?" that was me writing. "History," Billie Joe, that time. "Oh, that's not good," I say. "Why not?" Billie supposedly wrote. "Because the teacher is just like this one," I smirk slightly, "Nebby, full of her self, a pain in the ass, and divorced." Sorry, Billie Joe, if this gets you in trouble but I have to. "Is the history teacher as big as Ms. Clasten too?" "They're both divorced, remember?"
At that the entire room was filled with laughter and before Ms. Clasten could say anything, I held up my hand to her, grabbed Billie's hand with my other, and gave Billie Joe Armstrong a tour to the principal's office.
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Post by Kill on Jun 8, 2005 21:07:31 GMT -5
Part Three -Morgan's POV-
As soon as I had dragged Billie Joe into the hallway and we were out of Ms. Clasten's ear shot I turned around already wincing.
"You STUPID BITCH!" I expected Billie Joe to growl and then slap me across the face, but instead I got a, "Oh my god! That was amazing." The kid's eyes were twinkling with mischeif which caught my attention.
"Thanks, I guess," I said awkwardly. Usually when my plans work this well and other people are invovled I get beaten up.
"No, seriously! That was so hilarious!" Billie's eyes were wide and a smile was spreading across his face, "If Tre and Mike were here." He shook his head imagining the scene.
I just laughed and then nodded down the hall, "The office is this way. I could get there with my eyes closed."
"Wanna bet on that?" Billie Joe suggested and I shook my head.
"I don't bet fairly and I think that I am too good of a friend with you to pull my tricks on you," I laughed.
"Oh, I doubt they would work," he joked and jogged a bit to walk beside me.
"Yeah. You are kinda smart. Too smart?" I stopped, raised an eyebrow at Billie, and smirked.
"Too smart? Bwah! Tre's the fuckin' smart one you want to watch out for!" Billie Joe laughed and we continued our walk until we were in the intersection where we had first bumped into each other.
Stopping suddenly, I tugged on Billie's sleeve. "Hey," I whispered, "Don't look but, right above you is a camera. The intersection is a restricted zone for any chaos, slash drug dealing, slash moshing."
He merely nodded, but instead of making eye contact with me Billie was looking at something over my shoulder. Placing a finger to his lips he grabbed my hand - that's a first - and guided me slowly to a locker that was open, hiding someone behind it.
I listened and kept quiet, still clutching to Billie. When everything was silent and the person behind the locker was getting ready to shut it, Billie suddenly dropped my hand and dashed at the locker.
Man, he was fast for a little guy.
The locker slammed shut and immediately, my adapted high school instincts made me look over my shoudler to the camera. Shoot we were being watched. I waved to the camera sighing. Turning back to the rumble going on, I saw Billie on top of another boy.
"OW! Tre! No biting!" I finally heard Billie Joe say as he fell back against a red locker sucking his left middle finger.
So this was Tre. I walked over laughing and then helped Billie up.
"Thanks," he whimpered and then kicked Tre in the shin.
"Hey! Break it up," I laughed and then Tre looked at me.
"Uh, hi?" and he said and tossed a side glance at Billie. "DAMN," I saw him mouth, but I decided to ignore it. On account of no boys like me though, it made me feel kind of special.
"Morgan, this is Tre," Billie finally said, "Tre, Morgan."
"Hey," I said smiling brightly. I love when I can make actual friends that won't stab me in the back. It's nice you know? Feeling safe.
"Heeeeyyy," Tre dragged out the word and did the funniest thing. His eyebrows went up and down and he PURRED. Like a frickin' cat. I couldn't help myself from cracking up. I loved this kid already.
"See, Billie, she thinks I'm funny," Tre said and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "You do think I'm funny, don't you?"
"Yes, I find you hilarious," I was still laughing at Cat Man.
"Morgan. You ever watch Rocky and Bullwinkle?" Tre suddenly asked in his seducing voice.
"EH! NO! TRE! BAD DOG! DOWN!" Billie once again tackled his friend.
Rock and Bullwinkle? What the hell. Oh, shit. We have to get to the office.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 8, 2005 21:26:07 GMT -5
I love this. I'm jealous. I want to go to school with Tre. Why can't I go to school with guys like this?
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Post by Kill on Jun 8, 2005 21:36:28 GMT -5
lol! Thanks! Cat Man, dun dun dun dun dun, CAT MAN! lol Can anyone see my avatar?! I can't!
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Post by Kill on Jun 11, 2005 21:24:35 GMT -5
Part Four -Morgan's POV-
I look around the hallway to see if there is an person of greater authority watching us. Thankfully all of the teachers are busy in their rooms and nobody is on hall patrol. I turn back to Tre and Billie Joe who are in the midst of a rumble still, "Uh, Billie Joe? We sorta have to go."
"Why?" Tre freezes and blinks up at me. He's in an awkward position with Billie easily beating him, and ruffling the kids ginger hair with a tight fist. He's oblivious to it all, now that I have spoken though. All hail the mighty Morgan! Yeah. Right.
"Morgan got us in trouble, and now we have to go see the principal," Billie Joe explains continuing the fight. I make no attempt to stop them now.
"Cool," Tre says, winks at me, and then shoves Billie Joe off of him. He straightens himself out, fixes his hair, and begins to walk back to his classroom.
"Come on, Mike Tyson," I joke as I help Billie to his feet, "Oh yeah!" Still walking backwards and beckoning Billie to come along, I shout to Tre, as quietly as shouting can get, "Tre, you're sitting with me, Mike, Billie Joe, Ashlee, Alex, and Adrienne at lunch today."
Tre looks back at me with a confused face, then suddenly he grasps what I had said, gives me the thumbs up, and goes back into his classroom, which coincedentally is Yarnot's.
So, Tre has algebra first period? Lucky guy. I hope you caught the sarcasm there. Maybe if I stayed in homeroom a little longer, Tre and I could talk before I dash off to biology. I have to admit Tre is pretty cool. Hence, his last name, I guess.
I turn back around with Billie as we make our way to the intersection once more. Finally, we dart down the gray stairwell side by side.
Then suddenly, the thudding in the back of my head that I had been trying to ignore for the past fifteen minutes overwhelms me. I crumple to the ground and bouce down to the landing after the stairs. As I hit the bottom my hand darts out at Billie Joe and immediately grabs his wrist. I clutch my head with the other.
"What?" he turns around slowly, not knowing the extreme pain I am going through right now, but then the moment hits him. "Oh my god! Morgan?" Billie Joe kneels so he is at eye level with me, "Morgan?!" Concern floods through his voice.
I cough for about a minute and let out a few long moans that I couldn't stop. I probably looked like an idiot. I guess Billie Joe likes idiots though, because he stayed with me until the pain was gone.
"Morgan?" he said again patting my back, I guess to help with the coughing fit.
"Okay, okay," I say wearily, "I'm not dead."
"Are you okay? What happened to you?" Billie's hand is tightly wrapped around mine, and I could feel his nervously sweatly palms. What a great friend I finally realized Billie Joe Armstrong would be. I could never look at him any other way than a best friend now.
"I'm fine," I struggle to pull myself up with a little help from Billie.
"What happened?" he repeats.
"Nothing," I lie, "I'm an ovo-lacto-vegetarian, and I forgot to take my vitamin today. I guess I don't have enough protein and stuff so I just...crumpled." The first part where I said that nothing was wrong was a lie, the rest was the truth, but was that really what had caused my head ache. I doubted it, but I really wanted to believe that was the problem.
"Take your vitamin tomorrow," Billie Joe orders. He is really worried about me; I can read it on his face.
"Thanks, mom," I laugh and we continue to the principal's office.
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Post by Kill on Jun 12, 2005 15:01:27 GMT -5
Part Five -Morgan's POV-
After walking about another forty feet we reach the office door.
"After you," Billie's just too polite for his own good sometimes. Again. Sarcasm.
"Fine," I groan, rolling my eyes, "but let me do all the talking."
"Fine," he mimics me, "but if you dig yourself into a hole, you just want me to leave you rot in it?"
I shoot him a glare that hopefully says, I like you and all, but as a friend, that was a stupid question.
Billie Joe looks up at the ceiling and smirks. What is it? What's the joke he's got inside his head? I want in on it.
I half sigh, half laugh and then open the door to the office just enough so I can poke my head inside. "Mr. Cross?" I ask.
"Ms. Dysert. I was just wondering when I would have the pleasure of our first meeting this year," the principal said and motioned a beefy hand for me to enter.
"Doesn't everyone?" I grumble then go in to stand in front of Mr. Cross's desk, waiting to be seated.
Billie Joe follows behind me silently and shuts the door. Thank you! This kid is so obedient, I could hug him.
"I see that you have a new accomplice," Mr. Cross remarks, raising his bushy and over grown eye brows.
"I guess you could call him that," I answer in the most professional voice I am able to conjure.
"Have a seat, Ms. Dysert and Mr..." Mr. Cross examines Billie Joe.
"Armstrong," I answer as I take a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair along with Billie at my right. Stupid principal with his stupid chair made of stupid cushiony stuff, that's stupid.
"Well, I understand that you have insulted Ms. Clasten by calling her 'big' and you gave an 'explanation'," Mr. Cross says, turning to each of us as he mentions the sins we have committed. God have mercy on our souls! Pah-lease.
I nod, staring right at Mr. Cross. Never let the man get you down. You'll be at your weakest, then he strikes, and POW, all of your sense of dignity is gone. And personally, I dig my dignity.
"You understand this was rude of you?" he continues, as his caterpillar mustache twitches, making me a bit queasy.
I nod, fixed on keeping quiet.
"Ms. Dysert, if we are going to get anything resolved, you'll have to speak," he awkwardly spins his chair around so he looks directly at Billie Joe, who hasn't even breathed over the decibel of 2 at the most. "Mr. Armstrong, do you have anything to say?" Mr. Cross looks at Billie with admiration for some reason as my accomplice shakes his head, tossing black locks everywhere.
Reading people is getting too easy for me. Teachers especially, but I can read other people just as well. It's sort of scary sometimes, and it always ruins the good surprises. One kid that I know that's on the marching band swears I am psychic. Every time I'm anticipating something, my stupid 'sixth sense' picks up on something and all my hopes come crashing down.
Once more, I thank god Billie Joe keeps quiet when you tell him to, then the bell announcing the end of first period rings.
Mr. Cross clears his throat, so I am able to hear a ball of mucus try to make its way up his trachea.
I gag.
"Well, let today be a warning to you, Dysert and Armstrong," he states, making us look like business partners. Maybe so.
I continue looking straight ahead at him though, hopefully my face saying, Okay. Can we go now you over grown piece of shit?
Mr. Cross sighs heavily and dismisses us finally calling out, "Enjoy your stay at Fort Cherry, Mr. Armstrong!"
My back turned from the principal I roll my eyes and smile brightly for Billie to see.
"Will do!" Billie Joe answers and gets the hell away from the door. Smart kid. Two words to the principal then leave!
I exit slowly though and before totally leaving Mr. Cross alone, I poke my head through the door and say, "I can tell then is going to be another great year! I can just sense it." I also sense the annoyance on Mr. Cross's face and quickly remove myself from his threshold, slamming the door, on accident, of course.
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Post by Kill on Jun 12, 2005 17:39:33 GMT -5
Part Six -Morgan's POV-
I caught up to Billie Joe in no time.
"That went a lot more smoothly than I expected it to go," he said still looking in front of him, probably making sure he wouldn't run into anymore innocent pedestrians.
"What?! You didn't have faith in me?" I said, pretending to be stunned, when I well knew I hadn't had any faith in myself.
"Well, you were so," he thought of the word and then laid it out flat, "Quiet. I expected you to talk back and stuff."
"Well," I realized he was right, "I handle things with the big cheese more professionally than I do with the lower rankers."
"Whatever," Billie Joe shot me a side glance along with a smirk and then headed to his left to go to history.
Sighing, I made my way up the stairs and made my way through the hordes of people squishing their ways through the hallway. "Excuse you!" I would say once in a while, not caring who heard me. But then finally, I said it to the wrong person. Dammit.
"What did you say?" a guy my height, but a little, okay A LOT more massive than I, said.
"I said, excuse me," I said and tried to push by him.
"Well maybe I need my ears cleaned out because I could've sworn you were talking to me," he growled.
"I wouldn't doubt you need your ears cleaned," I made a disgusted face and decided I had taken this far enough. Too late though. I had gotten, Big Mac here angry. His face turned red and his chin shook. Ew. Slim fast, buddy, Slim fast.
"You bitch!" he snarled, and then tried to put me in a death hug or something, but I was too quick and nimble. Haha! I slipped into an open pocket that had appeared just for me in the wave of people. Luckily, the stream of students was going the way I wanted.
Just to tick the guy off more, I turned around and walked backwards, "BYE!" I called waving. I can't stand myself sometimes. I let out a small laugh and turned back around.
Hey, the back of that head looks familiar. Hm. Who was it? Then I spotted the folder that Tre had put back into his locker in this kid’s hands. Tre!
"Hey, Tre!" I said already starting to laugh. Don't ask why. I just like the kid, okay? Get off of my case.
"Um, hello," he said without turning around. "Who may I ask is calling?" Good choice, not turning around. It took a lot of skill to walk backwards in these halls.
"It's Morgan," I giggle. Yes, I am capable of giggling, and if you have a problem with it, go tell someone else because I don't care.
"Morgan? Heeeeeyyy!" once again Tre uses his best chick attracting techniques. I'm not implying that they are working though. Ha, Tre date me? What a riot! I'll get back to you when I am done laughing.
"Where are you headed?" I ask the normal first day back to school question.
"History," he says and his head droops a little, "Not my favorite subject."
"Really? Billie's gonna be there too," I say trying to brighten up Tre's gloominess. Because he's my friend now. That's what friends do. Maybe you would know if you had any friends.
"Cool," he uses his last name a lot more than he probably realizes.
"Yup, and I am off to algebra. Woot," my turn to look glum now.
"Oh! You know, tomorrow I could wait for you before I leave to go to history and we could talk for a little," he suggests.
"I also have homeroom at Yarnot's. With you actually. We'll be talking all the time," I say and laugh.
"Awesome possum," he says and then gives me a wave behind his back, "I'll see you later."
"Bye," I say and watch Tre turn out of the crowd to head into the history room. Billie is entering too. I wave to them both as we all head into our classrooms.
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BaSkEtCaSe
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I may be out of my mind at times but I'm fucking smart!
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Post by BaSkEtCaSe on Jun 12, 2005 19:37:28 GMT -5
AWESOME CHAPTER POSSUM! Hahaha I sense this is gonna be a good story....Ok, well it already is but yeah....Our science teacher photocopies our notes and sends them home with us so our parents have to sign them....blah....I just write notes back and forth with my friend who sits beside me...MORE NOW UPDATE!
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Post by Kill on Jun 12, 2005 19:38:19 GMT -5
Ha. I think someone likes everything I write. ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 12, 2005 19:40:03 GMT -5
Yay! I love these stories with Tre. I guess this would be a good place for me to be.
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Post by Kill on Jun 13, 2005 13:48:47 GMT -5
Haha. I am so obsessed with this story. Last night I drew pictures of all of the characters. Hehe. They all looked pretty awesome, but I don't think I'll be posting them. Nope, don't think so. And I have a plot! Yesh, an actual plot. Although, I am not exactly sure where the plot is headed. Hm. lol. I think some characters need to die or something dramatic. No! Just kidding. Hm. How about... I describe a week of school, the first dance, the drama of the first dance, the after math of the first dance, the resolution of all the drama, then something exciting will conclude the story, I guess. Not so sure about that plot. Maybe this'll just be a random sorta story! ;D
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Post by Kill on Jun 13, 2005 13:58:38 GMT -5
Part Seven -Morgan's POV-
Oh, how I wish this were PERIOD seven.
The classroom as I had suspected was wild and loud. Everyone's jumping over desks and being their stupd selves. Nothing's changed since eight grade, and I'm ready for the ride.
Spotting Ashlee in the far corner we had both sat in last year, I took my seat in front of her. "Maybe we should switch. Just for once?" I ask smiling.
"Fine," she says and we both swap desks so I am in the complete back and already plotting chaos.
The late bell rings and everyone takes their seats. Yarnot enters with his usual apprarel on. He hasn't changed either. This class is going to be such a sequel to last year! I can hardly wait!
"Hello." Yarnot forces a smile and then begins to hand out sheets of paper that contain rules and all that other junk.
Then suddenly, a tall boy with blondish hair walks into the classroom. "Uh, hi," he says and then looks around the room trying to find a seat. There's one beside me, and one beside some kid with glasses. I think his name is Dustin. Dusty? Oh who gives a crap.
The blond haired kid makes his way through the row of desks and sits next to me. Ashlee immediately turns around and holds out her hand for a high five, "HEY! Mike, my main man!"
"Hey, Ashlee," he says and slaps her hand.
"Shhh, Ashlee," Yarnot scoffs. Yes, scoffs. If you have a problem with my vocabulary, then. Go and. Go eat some toast. Blah!
"Sorry!" I shout obnoxiously at Yarnot, who just rolls his eyes, realizing that the deadly combination of Ashlee and I have once again been put in his classroom.
Mike turns to Ashlee again, "This guy looks homosexual."
"News flash!" Ashlee laughs and then lets me continue. At least I think that's she is setting up the stage for me.
"Mike right?" I say and then introduce myself after Mike nods, "I'm Morgan."
"Hey!" he greets me.
"Hi, yeah. Last year, we all thought that Yarnot was gay, but then we found out that he actually had a girl friend," I looked around to make sure nobody but Mike was listening. Just to add the effect, you know?
"Who was it?" he asked smiling.
"Ms. Keefer, the home ec. techer!" I exclaimed and then made a discusted face.
"Haven't had her yet," Mike states flatly, kind of ignoring the fact that two teachers were dating. It made me gag, but maybe he was imune or something.
"That's not the point, Mike," I begin to explain but then I see a shadow cover my ground.
"Yeah, Mike, the point is that you all need to shut up, or I'm moving your seats," Yarnot says.
"Like you did to Marc, Kevin, and Jake last year?" Ashlee asks, setting up the stage once more.
"Yeah, because that didn't really work out too well, huh?" I am talking to Ashlee.
"Nope, they still talked, and they were kinda loud," Ashlee says.
I look at Mike to see what he's doing thorughout all of this. He's humored, but not to the point of laughing. He wants the show to continue. "Yup. So I don't see how moving us would make a difference. We're just a BIT smarter than that trio," I state, looking Yarnot in the eye.
Yarnot looks at me and says, "How many times have you been to the principal this year already?"
"Once, why?"
"Let's not make it two."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, yes I would."
"Nuh-Uh."
"Yeah-Huh." God, Yarnot just keeps fighting and fighting when you challenge him until you make him look like the dork he is.
"I don't think you would."
"Why not? I don't like you. To get you out of my room would be a miracle."
"I'm honored," I say and then kick him in the balls. No not really, ha. He doesn't have any. But I would, if I could. Anywho, "But there's one reason you wouldn't send me to the office and that's...." I turn to Ashlee and smirk.
"Because, if I went to the office, I would have to walk ALLLL the way down to Ms. Keefer's room and then ALLLLL the way past the cafeteria. I hate walking by Ms. Keefer's room, you know Ashlee?"
She nods. Mr. Yarnot walks away. Mike's stunned.
"That my friend, was some fine black mail," Mike comments.
"Why thank you!" I smile and then toss back my hair triumphantly. "Oh yeah, Ashlee, I invited some people to sit with us at lunch."
"Who's that?" she says digging through a mini box of Golden Grahams. My stomach grumbles reminding me how hungry I am.
"Billie Joe, Tre, and now Mike," I turn to Mike to see if this is okay with him.
"Cool, I didn't think that I would have anywhere to sit," he smiles, "Thanks!"
"No problem!" Ashlee and I both say, confirming that the three can sit with us and that I like Mike. I haven't heard a lot come out of his mouth yet, but I like him. He's cool.
"Alright, class! Let's go over the rules," Yarnot says and everyone pays attention.
YEAH RIGHT!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 13, 2005 14:36:47 GMT -5
Sweetness. I like it.
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