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| THIS is...The Story of US. Meaning the REAL story of Christine and I. With special appearences by Elrond, Dan, Mr. Giggles, Poodle, Wolverine, Minion, Molly, etc. I hope you like it, because...uh..yeah. |
| The Story of US By Brittany |
| Ish that a gun in your pocket...or are you just happy to see meh? |
| As Brittany stepped off the old crappy bus, her short hair caught in the wind making her feel like magic was in the air. Just like in those Comming-Out movies, where the new girl is noticed by everyone and instantly adored as she makes her way into her new and obviously better life. Well, uh, that's not exactly what happened on that faithful first day of the 10th grade at North Lond High in good ol' Ewoticville, Washington. Instead of making her way off the bus gracefully, her legs decidedly didn't want her to have a good day so they helped her trip on one of the steps and fall flat on her ass on the muddy stairs. With a newfound brown stain on her very exspensive American Eagle pants and the taste of throw up in her mouth Brittany walked away from the scene of her undoing with as much dignity as she could muster. It was a new school, new year, new people, she had new exspensive clothes...It was a change and a chance for Brittany Hannah to make it after all, in the popular crowd that is. She wanted it, and who didn't? It was a thing all confused and misguided teens craved, popularity. And she was no exception to that rule, because Brittany was extremely confused. Well not in that way, but in the way that you think that wearing clothes that are from AE, and shoes from Journey's will make you become popular and excepted. Oh how confused she was, it was sad really. She made her way to class, with a quiet confidence. Her side pack positioned to cover her muddy butt from priying eyes. Her plan, fool proof: Go to class, sit with cool looking kids, act like you've been doing it your whole life. It was seemless really. Or was it? Well that's really for you to decide. She glanced around the room, small, and somewhat smelling of Rubber. She noticed an empty desk situated next to a slim girl with bright blonde hair and weird looking near-black skin. 'Whaaa?' She thought and let out a little gasp, frightened almost because her sheer lack of resembling a human beeing. She looked like a white-blond-african hybrid. Brittany tried to shake the look of shock off her face and mustered a smile. "Uh, Hey. I'm Brittany." She said still sounding a little startled. The girl stared, her face as blank as her brain. Must have been too many chemical peels or something. "Jessica." She stated blandly swishing her white-blonde hair as she turned away from Brittany. She destested the "Jessica" girl already. Don't ya just love snap judgements? Brittany reconsidered sitting next to the blonde and found another seat near the front. There was an empty seat on one side and a portly jolly looking boy with short spikey brown hair on the other. He was adorable in a gay-guy-friend kind of way. He had freckles and blue eyes and wore a very metro-sexual outfit, not that I'm implying anything. This time instead of saying "Hi" she just pulled out her binder and acted nonchalant about the new seating arrangement. He turned to her and smiled. Brittany smiled back, his weird smile strange but infectious. "Are you a Freshman?" He asked, a giggle emerging from what sounded like the depths of his being. "Nope, Sophmore." She said pulling out a pen from her bag. She was trying to act as though the meeting of the new guy was nothing. When in all actuality she was very happy to meet someone that didn't totally disregaurd her existance, COUGH Jessica COUGH. "I'm Brittany." She said again. "I hate the first day of school." She said making conversation. "Too much 'Hi, my name is...' crap. I sound like Eminem or something." She said thinking she sounded a little corny, but strangely enough the boy exploded with a queer laughter that sounded like Santa or something complete with bowl full of jelly tummy jiggling, which was a little frightening to witness honestly but humorous reguardless. Brittany laughed amazed at how easily amused this guy was. Once he finally calmed himself, Brittany raised an eyebrow. "And you are?" "Joseph." He said sounding very giggly. "I'm a Freshman." As he we telling her this very unusefull information she began to write on her notebook. Little scribles and doodles. "That's cool." She said simply, she wasn't in the mood to converse much. Not yet at least. She turned her attention to the teacher as she stood in front of the class clearing her throat and such trying to gain the classes attention. She was young and looked moody. She wore hip clothes but they didn't hid her fat ass. "I'm Betty Frieda, and I'm teaching PNH. Otherwise known as...uh." She paused as she tried to decifer exactly what she was teaching. "Pacific Northwest History...I don't teach this normally so bare with me. This is actually my first year teaching.." She said beinging her speech and going on to ramble on about how she came from the Smelt capitol of the world. Brittany, whilist not listening, noticed a few things. Ms. Frieda was really young, maybe 23 years old. She sounded ditsy and she had buck teeth. She could tell by the way she talked that she had never had a sexual encounter, how I don't know but she did none the less, and that in her purse she carried tooth paste.. Brittany smiled evilly, she loved being a psycic, even if she was a pretend one...it was still good fun. She ran her eyes over Ms. Frieda once again quizically and observed that she looked like a mix between a deer and a beaver. 'And what kind of a name is Betty anyway?' She though snidly. She was bored already and just wished this class would be over soon. But unforutunatly it would never end soon enough...ever. Call it her psycic intuition, or maybe it was that the Mr. Giggles had just mentioned that this class was 90 freakin minutes long. Both sound logical. aAfter about 10 minutes of starring off into nothingness Brittany grew tired. She turned to giggles for some entertainment, hoping that at least his incesant giggling would help provide for a well needed ego boost. She tested the water so to speak by laughing quietly to herself hoping he would take the bait and ask her what was so funny. She had no idea what she would say as a response but...at the moment that wasn't important. Or was it? STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALMENT! |