Subject: West Side Hell by Megan XFiler Pre-XF HUMOR 1/6
Date: 24 Dec 1998 14:03:50 GMT
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Title:          West Side Hell

Author:         Megan XFilr

FeedbacK:       Treasured and begged for here at XFiles718@aol.com

Classification: SH

Keywords:       Pre-XF   Mulder/Scully Friendship

Rating:         Slap it a PG-13 since I curse but I block out the worst
ones.

Archive:        If you want, you can have it. Gossamer; start updating!

Summary:        Dana Scully is fifteen in 1998 and has now started to attend
West Side High School in Soho, New York City. There she meets the paranoid
10th
grader Fox Mulder and the rest of the New York Scene. It's the duo's first
X-File. Anything else would ruin the plot.

Dedication:     To the 1013 Newsletter. The editor, founder, president and
everything else in any sense of power, Jen Kuhn, aka JenXPhily2. I recommend
you join her newsletter since its the best thing since buttered bread.
(Gotta
love butter.) Give her an e-buzz at JenXphily2@aol.com and she'll hook ya
up.
This is to all the members of the newsletter, since most sent me feedback on
this project. You either love it or you hate it. Sorry.

Author's Notes: ::clears throat::: This was a push off from Jen XPhily2
who loves my writing. (I KNEW there was SOMEONE out there who did) and
wanted
me to write a series in her newsletter (see the dedication) and I obliged
since
she is my BEST friend. This pet project of mine took eight issues of the
newsletter, if I'm not mistaken, and it finished on Dec. 28th, 1998. I
thought
it was one of my best works yet but you know, sometimes life treats you
badly.
I am going through some rough times but still managed to write since it's my
only strong point. PLEASE send me feedback on this.

Disclaimer:     You know the drill. Not mine, no money, yadda yadda yadda.
        Just read the damn story! Um sorry. Ignore me.

                                West Side Hell
                        by Megan XFilr   http://come.to/meganxfiler
                        Dedicated to the 1013 Newsletter and Jen

Dana Scully smoothed her skirt.
   She hated moving. A new school; new people to talk to. New people to
dislike
her.
   But she was used to it.
   Her father worked for the government in the military. They moved every
year,
and although Dana didn't like it, she honored her dad. So she complied.
   He was transferred to a base in New York City. Only for a year, he said.
So
Missy, Charles, Bill Jr. and her had to go to school here. Dana had just
turned
15...Bill and Missy were older and took courses at the local college for
credit. Charles went to the local  junior high. And Dana went to high
school.
   Wearing a black, tight skirt, a white blouse and her long red hair in a
braid, she stood tall. Her black penny loafers had a 4 inch heel; she was
only
5'2" after all. Her bookbag was a green Jansport, one that she had for years
already. Her binder was set for this year.
   She never had been to New York City. She heard the rumours though. What
happens here; the crime. She was going to...West High in Soho. She heard of
Soho.
   Dana knew she might not fit in. She was very prim and proper, while the
reputation of the Soho area was stylish nuts. West High didn't sound so bad.
   Staring up at the steps, she was slightly scared. The steps stretched for
miles, it seems. A tone rang from inside, and Dana made her way up the
stairs.

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The office was a scary place. Full of woman who looked like they could be
doing
ANYTHING but working. Long nails, glasses with cords, large noses and
bleached
hair, they were typing or drinking coffee. Dana approached the gray, cabinet
thing they used for the office main desk. "Excuse me?" she asked in an
innocent
tone.
   No one turned around.
   Dana cleared her throat. "Ahem, can someone help me?"
   Still no one.
   Suddenly, a tall guy walked into the office. He was about 5'8", wearing a
Bare Naked Ladies shirt and dockers. His blond hair was in a mushroom cut
and
he walked into secretary area through a push door. He turned to Dana. "So
you
need something?"
   Dana found her voice. "Ah, yeah. I am new here...and I was wondering
where I
could find out my classes?"
   The boy smiled. "Sure, hold on." He dropped his black bookbag on a chair
and
walked behind the gray cabinet. He grabbed a pen from a holder designated
for
the job and a piece of paper. "Name?"
   "Dana. Dana Scully."
   He wrote the name. Scully noticed he was left handed. "Okay, let me find
your record."
   He strode over to the cabinets; he walked like...well...like a senior. He
whisked it open. "Scully, scully," he muttered. "Ahah! Scully!" He grabbed a
folder, opened it and removed a sheet of paper. Walking back over, he said,
"You're ten-ten." He gave her the sheet.
   Dana looked at it. Typed on white paper, in Courier font, it was a
program
schedule. On the top, a listing of her parent's name, her current address
and
phone number and important info. Further below was a listing of classes;
English, math, science, biology, physical education and such. Circled in red
at
the bottom was 1010. Dana looked up. "Thank you."
   The boy nodded, and walked to the secondary office for the principal.
   Dana grabbed her books and left to find room number 601...presumably on
the
6th floor. She wondered what type of homeroom 1010 was.

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   Finding it with ease, Dana pushed open the door. A seating arrangement of
at
least 40 students were scattered about the room in a spiral pattern. Some
kids
looked at her; some kids didn't know she was there.
   Dana walked inside and approached the teacher at the front. He was
laughing;
wearing a gray blazer, jeans, a tye-dye tie and a goatee. He looked at Dana.
"How may I help you?"
   "Um, I'm knew. My name is Dana Scully."
   The teacher looked heavenward-searching his memory. "Dana, Dana...yeah
you're the transfer from the military base?"
   Dana nodded.
   "Fine then, I'm Mr. Weiss." He spoke quickly and got up. "You can have
locker number six...although it sticks slightly. You can take any seat."
   Dana nodded again. "Thank you very much."
   She walked to the locker. Seeing number 6, she put her bag down and tried
to
open the door.
   It would not budge.
   She tried again.
   Nada.
   She could hear some of the other 10th graders giggling. She sighed and
tried
again.
   "That locka is moider."
   A tall, black haired girl was standing beside her.
   "Excuse me?" Dana inquired.
   "Lemme try it. No one has been able to open it." The girl reached over.
She
slid the slide upwards while pulling. With a little grunt and shrine from
the
locker, it opened.
   "I had it earlia this year. My name is Lacey." Lacey was about 5'7" with
long, curly black hair. Her eyes were black and she wore small silver
glasses.
Her nose was pierced...and she was wearing black lipstick. Her outfit
consisted
off jeans and a t-shirt that had a photo of Leonardo DiCaprio on it...except
he
had a mustache. The caption read, "Titanic THIS!"
   "Thanks. I'm Dana." Dana smiled, feeling inferior and short to this
rather
burly girl. She wasn't fat, but Lacey looked slightly overweight.
   "You new?"
   "Yeah, for a little while. My dad works at the base and I'm here for the
year."
   "Ah, well, good luck. You gonna need it. Just don't knock into the
seniors
if Megan aint there to help ya."
  "Thanks. I won't."
  "See yuz around." Lacey turned around and sat next to a hispanic boy in
baggy
Genkos and spiked hair.
  Dana wondered who this Megan character was as she put away her light
windbreaker.

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WHile in the homeroom, she looked over her schedule. English with a Ms.
Sossi,
social studies with Mrs. Rocklin, french with a Ms. Duke, Band with a Mr.
Marshal, math with Mr. Stahl, then lunch, then biology with Dr. Varhagen,
then
chemistry and earth science with Dr. Speigel and then it read EXTRA SEE MR.
PERINE.
  A loud BRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGG! filled the room and the kids got
up
and filed out. Dana grabbed her books and was the last one out the door.
  In the hallways, Dana felt extremely underdressed. Most kids were at least
5'5", wearing either extremely baggy clothing or tight clothing. She doubted
anyone had their own hair color and every person had something pierced or a
tattoo...or both.
  She knocked into a couple of really tall kids who didn't take notice of
her
petite body crashing into them.
  She found room 321 easily as well and went inside. There were less
students,
about 24 in this class. Most of the kids were black and had pink or purple
hair. Dana walked to the front and introduced herself to "Ms. Sossi."
  "Oh, yes! I knew you were coming! Why dont you wait up here until the
class
settles and I can seat you!" Sossi spoke like everything was the best thing
in
the world to say.
   Dana wasn't thrilled with the idea but she smiled. Waiting less than 2
seconds, the bell rang and the kids disparsed. They were now sitting.
   "Everyone? This is Dana! She is going to be joining us!"
   "Poor, unfortunate soul," whispered the boy infront of her.
   "Noah...," the teacher warned. "Well, are there any empty seats?" Sossi
looked into a binder on her desk. "There is a seat between Megan and
Jennifer.
Why dontcha take that seat?!?!?!"
   Dana smiled and walked over to the the seat Ms. Sossi was referring to.
It
was in the last row and Dana clicked over to them. "Jennifer" was in the
corner
and there was a seat right next to her. Dana turned to see "Megan" but the
seat
was empty.
   Ms. Sossi noticed this as well. "Jennifer, Sasha, where is Megan."
  "Somewhere." stated a girl on the other side of where Megan should have
been
sitting. She was huge with long, curly blonde hair and at least 5'8". She
was
wearing a tight shirt that looked like it was made of lioncloth. It went
from a
centimeter above her bustline to the tip of her navel. Her shorts brought
new
meaning to the term, short. She was wearing knee-high boots that were
sequined
and had tye-dye heels.
  "Jennifer, do you have anything better to contribute?"
   "That where ever she is, she's taller than the person standing next to
her."
   This brought a guffaw from the rest of the class. Dana looked confused;
what
was THAT supposed to mean? Was it a joke on her height? Jennifer wasn't as
tall
as Sasha but she was certainly grogeous. About 5'5" and perfect weight, she
had
a look of joke on her face. Her brown hair had highlights of blonde and she
was
dressed in casual yet stylish clothes. She had a baggy shirt that said, "The
Z
Files," and baggy black jeans. Her hair was short, about to her shoulders.
Dana
wanted to be friends with this girl; she seemed popular and a crackwhip; 2
things Dana had always wanted to be.
   Suddenly the door opened. "Sorry I was late, Ms. Sossi! Meeting for
yearbook."
   A very, very, very tall girl walked into the classroom. At least 5'10"
with
platnium blonde hair that was obviously natural, she had piercing green eyes
that looked as if she could melt metal. She had a rabbit style nose dusted
with
freckles. She had small tortoise shell glasses on her nose that looked like
she
used them for image. Her hair was down to her knees with streaks of black,
red,
brown and pink going through it. She was wearing a nose ring and...yes...it
was
a stud in her lower lip. Her jeans jacket had little "Z" drawn all over it
and
was open to show a shirt that read, "Do you want me? Then call,
1800-YOU-WISH"
Her tight bootleg jeans were a stonewash blue and she was wearing boots with
no
heel..maybe a centimeter. It had President Clinton up one of them, in an
Irish
Jig movement and Monika, what was her name...oh well. She was climbing up
the
either one.
   THe girl walked up to Ms. Sossi's desk and handed her a pass. "Next time,
I'll let you know."
   The girl walked back towards Dana. She looked dumbfoundedly at Dana but
shrugged and sat...right next to her. THIS was Megan?
   Megan leaned back and stretched out her long legs. She took out her
binder
from her black, lace bookbag and a reading book: Ivanhoe.
  Ms. Sossi smiled. "Now, we will continue.."
        She walked to the front where the blackboard was. "As I was about to
say, we
are going to continue on the retrospective of Hamlet."
        Jennifer groaned.
        "What is wrong, Ms. Kuhn?"
        Jennifer faced her teacher. "Listen, if the guy wasn't sure if he
should be or
not, let him die. At least I wouldn't be studying him right now."
        "Do you have anything better to do?"
        "I do, " Megan said.
        "And that is,,,,,,,,?" Ms. Sossi glared.
        "Watch the paint dry on my nails."
        "Miss Kozinsky,"
        "That's koooshinski" Megan annunciated. Dana wondered what type of
name THAT
was.
        "Megan, you are a disruption to this class."
        "And you're cyanide to it."
        Ms. Sossi glared. Dana didn't like being inbetween these two kids.
        "Ms. Sossi, lets just get to the part where Hamlet dies, ok?"
Jennifer piped
up.
        Noah cracked up.
        "NOAH!" Ms. Sossi looked dispared.
        "ARC!" Megan yelled.
        "Megan and Jennifer, if you don't quiet down now, I will...."
        BRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!
        "Yet another episode of Days of Our Delinquents is saved by the
bell. Tune in
next week for Ms. Marion Sossi's cornoary! Only on CBS!" Megan cracked as
she
left the room. Jennifer followed.
        Dana was scared. She looked at her program and ran to french.
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By the time she got there, she noticed that this Megan and Jennifer were
sitting in the back joking with a rather cute guy. Actually, Jennifer was
doing
all the talking...Megan was just intercepting and cracking.
        Dana walked to the teacher's desk. A large, blonde woman was sitting
there
chatting with a young girl.
        "Excuse me?" Dana piped.
        "Yeah?" The teacher had a bellowing voice...like a linebacker. She
was AT
LEAST a 40DD and wore the corniest clothing in the world. Even Dana could
mock
this womans choice of a striped shirt and polka-dot mini skirt. She was
wearing
bright pink lip stick and white underliner.
        "Yo, Ms. Duke, you fall into a rainbow?" Megan cracked from the
back.
        "Megan, shut up!" called a dork from the front.
        "Make me!"
        "I will!"
        "Hey, you two. Cut it out. Babe, don't even talk to Sarah." Jennifer
whispered
to Megan.
        Sarah sniffed. "Don't stand up for me, Jennifer. I am quite able to
handle
myself."
        "I ain't standing up for you! I just don't want Meg's rep to be
tortured by
your exsistence!" Jennifer snidedly cracked.
        Dana realized how much these people resembled each other.
Physically, one was
salt and the other, pepper. But the way they spoke...and finished each
other's
sentences...it was freaky.
        "Bonjour, class!"
        "Bonjoue Madame Duke," came the reply.
        "Today, we have a new student. Her name is Dana," The large woman
motioned to
Dana, who was standing.
        "Hey Dana, you got stuck with Duke too?" Jennifer called out.
        A thin boy told Jennifer, "And she got Sossi? Damn gal!"
        "Zienniver, Etienne," the teach annunciated.
        This woman had a pretty lousy french accent.
        "We must sit this fine speciman on human nature. You may sit where
you
please."
        Dana nodded. There was a seat in the back, but she avoided those two
girls,
Meg and Jennifer. To the left, there was only one boy sitting in the middle.
"I'll sit over there," referring to the seat next to the kid.
        "Fantastique! Viet! Viet!" the teacher clapped her hands.
        "That means fast," called out Megan.
        Dana ran to her seat and sat down. She pulled out her binder. In
putting her
bookbag on the floor, she sit the boy next to her. "Im sorry." Dana was
horrified. What a lousy day.
        "That's fine," the kid said as he smiled a lopsided smile.
        "Luckily, Dana has come in time for the group project. I am going to
call out
some names on my random sheet, and I will explain the idea of this project."
        The teacher, Ms. Duke, walked to her desk and grabbed the sheet,
which was on
a clipboard.
        "First group is Adam, Simon, Leslie, Amanda and Nicole."
        The three girls who were called went, "Eeeee!" Valley girls, all of
them.
        "Second group is....oh my."
        "Wa?" called Jennifer.
        "I think I might have to split them up here."
        "Wy?" Megan called.
        "Because...well, I'll add the new girl...never mind. Group Two is
Megan, Kyle,
Jennifer, Fox, Lacey and Dana."
        Meg and Jennifer looked at each other with mystical grins. Dana
looked around.
She noticed Lacey from this morning, and she knew Megan and Dana...but Kyle
and
..>Fox? What type of name was THAT?
        "Group 3 is Samantha and Robbie and Theo and Michael and Irene.
Everyone who's
name I didn't call are in group 4. Now, attencion! Everyone, get into your
groups. Meet each other."
        Dana got up as the sound of pushed out chairs and desks. She walked
over to
Megan and Jennifer who weren't moving.
        "Well, looks like we're stuck with all of youse," Lacey smiled,
showing braces
this time.
        "Don't make it sound so bad. Least we aint with Amanda and Nicole."
 Jennifer reminded Lacey.
        "Twoo, twoo."
        "Ok, peeps? This is Dana, I'm Megan as you all gotta know, thats
Jen, Lacey,
Kyle and Fox."
        Dana nodded. Kyle was Asian with a japanese face and a wide smile.
Fox
was...the boy sitting next to her! Mr. Lopsided smile.
        "I don't know what this project's bout, but it better be cool."
Jennifer
sighed. "I can't take Sossi and Duke consecutive to each other."
        "Neither can I. But, live wit it, right?" Megan shrugged out.
        "Classe! Classe! May I explain the project now?" Ms. Duke called
out.
        "Can you explain your horrid choice of clothing?" Jennifer called
back.
        Duke ignored her. "You will be assigned to report on one part of the
school.
The project must be in French. Quite simple. I am passing out report sheets
with your specific group area on them."
        Dana and her group memebers got a piece of paper saying, "GANGS AND
VIOLENCE."
        "YEah, surprising. Why did we get stuck with this one?" Megan
whined.
        "Cuz you guys are the most popular people around," Lacey said to
Megan and
Jen. "Megan is the center of all fights and Jen knows everything and
anything
in the student body."
        "Great, I just hope we don't have to inact anything." Megan shrugged
again.
        "This could be fun," Fox spoke up.
        "And how's that?" Kyle cracked.
        "Well, I don't know. But, I mean, with Meg and Jen here, we could
see why
fights really happen. What's the reason and all."
        "Great." Jen rolled her eyes.
        The bell rang with a definate loudness. Meg and Jen got up first.
"I'm going
out for lunch. Wanna join?" Meg asked.
        "Im going too," Jen said. "If you wanna come, ask now or forever
hold yer
piece."
        Kyle glanced upward.
"IdontwanttositoutsidewithallyouchattersIhavetogostudy!"
Kyle stood and hurried out.
        Megan raised her eyebrow, something she was used to doing. Dana
looked at that
face...Megan wasn't a very sociable person obviously.
        "I'll come," Lacey croaked.
        "Hey, Fox, why don't you come?" Jen asked him.
        Fox looked up with wide eyes. "Um, that's ok."
        "Eh, come on. Dana's coming, right?" Megan looked at me.
        Dana was overjoiced! These people wanted to spend time with HER? "Of
course!"
she smiled.
        Fox lopsidedly smiled again. "It's alright, really."
        "Pulease, Fox. Now you're sounding like Megan...always apologizing
and not
wanting to get people pissed," Jennifer rolled her eyes.
        Megan raised her eyebrow at Jennifer. Jennifer smiled.
        "Megan, Jennifer and clan, please leave," Duke motioned to the door.
        Megan nodded and looked at Jennifer. With a slight nod, they walked
outside
the door....and SLAMMED the door.
        "And yet another menace to society is locked up," Jennifer laughed
as the echo
of the slam filled the hallway.
        They turned down the hall, the five of them. Megan and Jennifer in
the center,
a few steps ahead of the rest of them. Dana walked next to Jennifer and
Lacey
and Fox were next to Jennifer. No talking, but kids just spread  out for
them.
When they reached the front door, the kid who was doing guard duty said,
"Ooooh, waiiiit! Where are your passes?"
        "We don't gone none." Jennifer said, standing with her hand on her
hip.
        "Then you aren't going anywhere." The hall monitor was defiant.
        Megan sighed and stepped forward. "Hey...Norman."
        The monitor gulped."Heya...Megan."
        "How are you?" she asked, walking closer.
        "Fine."
        "Good. Do you want to stay that way."
        "Yes."
        Jennifer started gigling but covered her mouth.
        "Well then, I suggest you let us by."
        "I can't."
        "Why not?"
        "Cuz."
        "Cuz...why? Scared of what M. Grgas is gonna say?"
        "Yeah."
        "You should be scared of me."
        "I am."
        "Fine, then let us through."
        "Um...I can't."
        "Norman," Megan said sweetly. "Let us through or Jen here is going
to release
quite a stash of anger into your adorable face," She said, pinching his
'adorable' face.
        "So whatdya say," Jennifer said, lifting her chin.
        "Go ahead," Norman quietly smiled.
        "That's more like it!" Megan walked out. The rest of them followed
their
leader.
        Or at least the tallest girl in the school.
        Or both.
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They sat on the front steps.
        Megan was on the top one, right next to Jennifer. Fox was a little
to the
left, kind of outcasted. Lacey was right infront of Jen and Meg. Dana was
standing.
        "Dana, baybee, chill honey," Lacey spoke in her scratchy voice.
        "But isn't this against school policy?" Dana inquired.
        "Sure is, gal. But they ain't gonna do nothing to us," Lacey smiled.
"Since we
got Meg and Jen here, they can't lay a finger on us."
        "Why is that? Ever heard of suspension?"
        "Not here. Meg's dad's a cop. As in Men In Blue," Lacey motioned
with her head
to Megan.
        "Sargant. That's it. Nothing major," Megan explained.
        "Oh yeah? So when Caroline got busted for drugs couple o' months
earlier, why
aint she in jail? Answer; Sarge Kuczynski made sure that the case was
dropped."
Lacey pointed out.
        "So? She was lucky," Megan shrugged.
        "Megan, admit it. Our butts would be in timbuckto if your Dad didn't
step for
absolutely everything we do against the law," Jennifer said, taking out a
cigerette. "Anyone got a light?"
        "Me," Lacey said, pulling out a lighter with "Z"'s all over it. Dana
wondered
what that Z meant.
        And why were they smoking?
        Leaning in like an expert, Jen lighted her cigerette and drew short
puffs on
it. Holding it between her thumb and ring finger, she took a long drag and
puffed out on Megan, who was in the process of opening up her sandwich.
        "Jesus, Puff. Go somewhere else to be your magic dragon self," Megan
said,
swiping at the smoke.
        "Join the crowd," Jennifer said, handing her the pack.
        "I think not, thank you. I would like to eat this."
        Jennifer looked disappointed.
        "Later. Promise."
        Jennifer put the pack away. "So did you hear what happened to
Amanda? Jesus
Christmas of Latter Day Saints, you would never......."
        Lacey and Megan huddled around Jennifer while she told the gossip of
the
lunch. Dana looked at Fox. He was eating a cheese danish and a Dunkin Donuts
Cafe Cooler. He was also reading a book. Dana walked over to him and sat
down.
"Hi."
        He looked startled. "Oh, hello."
        "I'm Dana."
        "Yeah, I figured."
        "I'm in your French class."
        "I do have eyes."
        Dana attempted to raise her eyebrow but suceeded in only a
satisfactory Look.
The kid had one lousy sense of humour.
        "Well, whatcha reading?" Dana looked for the cover.
        "Oh, um, nothing." Fox smiled that annoyingly cute lopsided grin.
        "Come on," Dana smiled, showing perfect teeth. <Thank god for those
braces!>
Dana thought.
        "Well, its a book on how abductees reaccount their abductions."
        Dana tried her Look again. "Abductees? As in aliens?"
        "Right on the nose."
        He showed her the cover, which was a UFO with the red type LETTERS
FROM THEM.
By a Dr. Kurtzweil, it featured a subtitle ABDUCTEES AND THEIR MEMORIES.
        "Sounds.....interesting."
        "Very. Actually, I can relate."
        Another Look escaped from Dana's face. She was getting good at this.
        "My sister...well...I won't bore you. She's gone and Im trying to
exhaust
every possible senario."
        "Very...CIA."
        "More FBI."
        "Ah."
        "So tell me, whats a gal like you doing in a place like this?"
        "Whatdya mean?"
        "Well, you got Miss I-Sound-Like-A-Bullweiser-Frog-Lacey-Kiernan who
thinks
that Titanic is an adjective for sex. Then you have
Miss-I-am-the-funniest-gal-in-da-world, which is true by the way, Jennifer
Kuhn. Then comes Miss-Smartest-Girl-In-NYC-Who-Skipped-2-grades Megan
Kuczynski
who is absolutely the tallest girl I know. Then you have me
Weird-Different-Fox-Mulder," Fox shrugged. "Pretty Little Rascals if ya know
what I mean."
        "What description do you have of me?"
        "Miss Impeccable-Dana-WhateverYourLastNameIs. You probably iron your
socks."
        Dana did her Look again.
        "Jesus, what Is that Look?"
        "Something that alerts you of when you're pushing the limit."
        "Ah, something to remember."
        "Correct."
        Dana didn't smile. Fox was actually quite right.
        "So, hows that Danish?"
        "Oh, great. It's cheese. My favorite."
        "Mine too."
        "So what is your last name?"
        Before Dana could answer, a break of laughter came from the trio.
Megan's
laugh was high pitched and belting. Jennifer's was deep and mysterious and
Lacey's was...well...squeaky.
        "Scully. Dana Scully."
        "Please to meet you Miss Scully. And how old are you?"
        "15. Can't you tell? I'm in 10th grade."
        "Ah, but in this case, you could be something else."
        "How's that?"
        "Well, Megan's 13."
        "What??!"
        "Yup. Skipped grades. Looks can be decieving. She's tall but she's
young and
slightly immature. Normal for a kid of that age. But cool for a kid with an
I.Q. of 209."
        Dana could not believe it. "She is NOT 13."
        "Wanna bet?"
        "No, I trust you. But this, woa."
        "Exactly."
        "So that's why you asked me my age."
        "I took you for someone younger."
        "Why is that?" Dana put on her mock voice that fooled her sister
Melissa so
many times.
        "Um, you're not average height."
        "I am fully aware of that."
        Fox smiled. "Dana, do you smile at all?"
        "Only when something is funny."
        "Ah."
        Megan suddenly yelled, "Oh look who it is." Her tone was cocky and
sassy and
powerful.
        "Do I gotta?" Jennifer whined.
        "Miss Amanda Kohen. And how are you today?" Megan stood and went to
stand on
the side walk.
        Coming from the opposite direction was a tall thin girl with long,
red hair.
She was wearing a hooch clothing; very tight with Scary Spice material. Her
heels however reclaimed the term Ginger Spice.
        "Quite fine." The girl's voice was a Valley. Dragging on the vowels,
the girl
was a disgrace to the Carrot Tops of America.
        "I'm sure. At least where you left. There, your presence is only but
a
memory."
        "More like a nightmare," Jennifer cracked.
        "I bet the school's thrilled that you're outside right now." Amanda
smiled
evily.
        "Yup. So that your blood doesn't stain the marble."
        "Is that a challenge?"
        "Are you shorter than me?"
        "Listen," the girl said, putting her fake-nailed-adorned hands on
her wide
hips. "I just ate. And I dont feel like wasting the energy on you." The girl
walked away.
        "Oh, look! The I.Q.s in the area just got higher!" Jennifer
exclaimed.
        Amanda turned around. "What did you say, Jennifer?"
        "You know exactly what I said."
        "I'm just making sure you don't want to take it back."
        "I wish your parent's would take you back to the hell hole they
found you,"
Megan grimfully said, standing next to Jennifer now, arms crossed.
        "Oh, oh!" Amanda said, her hand fluttering to her chest. " I am SO
hurt."
        "You will be once I get through with you," Jennifer replied.
        "Whaats wwongg Amaaaanda?" a voice called from across the street.
        "Nothing. Just the street brats decided to pick a fight with me."
        "It aint no fight when the person wins before it starts," Lacey
piped up.
        A trio of fake blondes walked across the street in identical leopard
shirts
and bootleg jeans. They crowded around Amanda.
        "Oh look, it seems that the ASPCA held an adoption yesterday," Megan
cracked.
        "And who took you home?" A blonde called.
        "You wanna piece of me, Nicole?" Jennifer asked.
        "You stay outta this, Jennifer."
        "Uhuh. What you say to Meg you say to me."
        "Fine. I do wanna piece of you."
        "Are you sure? That may go straight to your thighs and believe me
gal, you can
afford to take just the cole slaw," Megan nodded sarcastically.
        "Callista Flockheart," Amanda said in an accusing tone.
        "And that's an insult because...." Megan made a revolving motion
with her
hand.
        "Anorexic."
        "I aint anorexic."
        "Sure," Nicole nodded and everyone laughed.
        "Uh oh," Lacey said, putting her head in her lap.
        "Nicole, go walk up to Mike Tyson. Be sure to tell him that he talks
funny,"
Jennifer snidely came back with.
        "Why? So he can remember you?" the next blonde said.
        "Hey, Veronica..how's rehab? I hear they let you have a weed
everyday month
when you behave well."
        "Shut up Megan."
        "And make me, Veronica."
        "I might just will!"
        "If you think that you can do that you are wrong little missy. I
could ---"
        "Hey!" Fox said, standing. "Come on! This aint worth it. Meg, Jen,
is ruining
your makeup worth *them*?"
        "True," Jennifer said. "Come on Meg. Let's go do something more
productive.
Like....ooh! Play I Spy!"
        The Valley girls all said, "What-EVER!" and walked away.
        "And yet another reason animals eat their young," Megan shook her
head.
        They all sat down again. "So, y'all going to that party tonight down
at
Carter's house?" Lacey asked.
        "Ooh, I wouldn't miss it!" Megan exclaimed.
        "Fer sure," Jennifer said with a mock accent. "I mean, Rhandel and
Jackson are
gonna be there!" she singsonged.
        "Hey, that thang is OVER!" Megan laughed.
        "You two coming?" Lacey asked Dana and Fox.
        Fox opened his eyes wide. "Me?"

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