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MCRFan1
04-23-2006, 10:34 PM
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"Ok girls, what are you talking about that is so important

that you cant pay attention to class? Is it partys? Is it boys?

Is it friends?"

"Sorta that one!" The girl chimed. What was wrong with her?

She was such a stupid girl! She should listen to that Pink song!

Anyways,

"Um," I said, "We were just talking. No big deal."

"Well," said the principal, "It is a big deal, to dettention!"

I heard the girl mutter under her breathe, "This is the fourth

time this week."



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Well, when we got there, there was already some kid getting

yelled at for I think, um, yep, spitballs. Anyways,

"Gerard! What are you doing here, where were you?" He

was in dettention all this time?

"Um, I kinda yelled at the teacher. Loudly. Called her some

names I better not repeat in front of the principal." He didnt

sound like he really cared.

"Hi." This one girl said, "Whats up? I was chewing gum in

class, lame thing to get busted for huh? What about you two

girls?"

"Um, like," that prep girl said, "Notes."

"Oh, whats yur name not fake." She said pointing to me.

"Oh, um, Trista. You?"

"Lydia."

"Ok," I heard the principal. "You can all come in. Whoever

you are, lets just get this over with so I can go to lunch."

They sounded real enthusiastic. Ya right. "Oh, well, lets see,

I know some of your faces, miss Marla," she said, pointing

to the fake.

"Um, my name is Molly Marla! M-O-L-L-Y. MOLLY"

"Anyways" the principal continued, "Miss Marla, Lydia,

Mr. Way, and oh, how good, a new face. You are?"

"Um," I said, "T...." wait, my Mom hadnt yet submitted my

registration, there for, noone knew my name! I could make

one up, and then when my Mom gave me my registration

paper to turn in tomarrow, I can put down another name.

I love my ideas! "My name is Isabella."

"Ok, Isabella, you all have detention, I dont know nor do I

care what you did, but just, see you after class."

"But..."

"I said see you after class Mr.Way!"



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It was then lunch time. Gerard told me Rebel doesnt come to

lunch. She goes home to eat.

"I cannot belive her!" I yelled.

"I can." Gerard and Lydia both said at the same time. Gerard

continued, "We have been going to this school alot longer then

you have, so we are used to this unfairness."

"Oh." I was so mad at that stupid principal. I mean, she didnt

even hear my case that I didnt start the note passing, Molly

did! Speak of the devil here she comes.

"Hi!" She said. "So guys, can I sit here?" Why did she want to

sit at the same tabel as Gerard, the person she was talking

bad about just twenty minutes earlier?

"Why?" Me, Gerard, and Lydia all said at the same time.

"Because, um, well, I need someone to sit with."

"What about your fake friends the pom-pom squad?" I asked.

I could tell Gerard was thinking the same thing.

"Well, they kicked me off the cheerleading squad. They said

that a cheerleader couldnt be in detention, for one because I

will miss practice, and that a cheerleader cant go to detention

because that would give the whole squad a bad reputation."

"WHY SHOULD WE HELP YOU?!?!?!?!" Gerard yelled at her,

"ALL YOU EVER DO IS INSULT ME AND REBEL, YOU GOT

well, now I guess, ISABELLA THROWN IN DETENTION, NOT

TO MENTION YOU HATE ALL OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He

was harsh. I loved people like that! She was bad to him, so hes

gonna treat her the same way! He is awesome! Anyways, she

started crying.

"O....k....k....k.....kay, I g....g.....guess I will s..i..t all a......alone!"

I had to admit, I felt bad for her. Ya, she was a jerk, but still, she

did need friends!

"Gerard, its ok, she can sit with us." I said so stupidly, "On one

condition!"

"Name your price."

"We get to give her a punk makeover!"

"WHAT?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!!" she didnt seem to awfully happy

about this. "I am a popular ex-pom-pom girl! I cant be punk!"

"You wanna be punk, or you wanna sit alone your whole life

begging your shallow friends to let you back in the squad?"

Gerard said.

"Fine." She agreed, and since it was lunch and we could go

"home" to eat, off we went to none other then the mall!