Post by Jacquie on Sept 5, 2005 14:35:35 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Friends, Bikes and Gowns
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“Hey (your first name)! Hey Tristan!” You twirl around to see Yugi and Tea running towards you. They hadn’t been in your last class, but Tristan had, and you both had been standing there for the past…oh five minutes easy, waiting for the rest of the gang.
I’ve easily adopted them as my friends, haven’t I?
Come on, (your first name), they’re your friends for the this week only. It’s not like they’d consent to being friends with you after this week ends.
Yes they would, you argue with yourself.
No they wouldn’t, Yugi was just trying to prove a point.
We’ll see.
“Hi guys! Where’s Joey?” Tristan asks as you settle for a quiet ‘hello’.
“We haven’t seen him; we figured he’d be with you guys already.” Tea explains.
“What class did he have last?” You venture.
“Um, I think he had Science last…” Yugi trails off.
“Let’s go check the classroom, knowing Joey, he’s probably in D.T.” Tristan contemplates bluntly.
“Hey guys!” An oh so familiar voice greets.
“Hello Joey.” You reply.
“Where were you, man?” Tristan asks, “We were thinkin’ you got D.T.”<br>
“Sorry,” Joey replies (namely to you) scratching the back of his head and grinning.
“Please, don’t worry about it.” You reply politely and then mentally smack yourself for how dumb that had sounded.
“Awright den, so what time are we gettin’ picked up?” Joey asks you.
“Um, how long do you guys need?” You ask.
“No longer than maybe fifteen minutes?” Yugi speaks up for the first time since school ended.
“Yeah, that’s fine!” Tea agrees and Joey and Tristan just nod.
“Alright, goodbye.” You say as you turn around and walk towards the front doors of the school. If you are going to catch the bus you need to hurry.
You reach the bus in the nick of time and get into the yellow vehicle. You then walk towards the back of the bus, trying not to fall over on your way there, and sit down in a window seat. Staring out at the passing scenery your mind drifts from reality.
I hope that my father will like my friends and I really hope Joey and Tristan don’t embarrass themselves (or me) at dinner tonight. I wonder where we’re going to go after dinner? I don’t normally go to an arcade or anything…my mother barely lets me leave the house unless its school related since we have a mini-arcade, pool etc. I wonder what you do with friends, besides go to an arcade? What if I suck at the games they have there? Oh well, I don’t think you have to play games, I’ll watch the others and talk with them.
I wonder what mother will think of my friends? I really hope she doesn’t invite them to the New Moon Ball the second she sees them. Oh great, knowing her she will. I wonder if any of them can dance, Tea probably can since she mentioned an interest in dancing during school today. I really hope that my mother doesn’t invite them; it will be for the better. Your mind then wanders from that thought back to reality when the bus lurches forward, stopping, and you realize you’re the last one on the bus (besides the driver).
“Miss, this is the last stop, you need to get off now.” The driver says to you.
“Yes, I know, I am, thank you sir.” You reply as you pick up your backpack and walk off the bus.
You walk down the sidewalk, and enter a ritzy neighborhood. Your neighborhood. You then walk up to the second house on the block, it is painted (choose a color) and walk down the driveway. You reach the front door and open it quietly, as not to have maids scurrying all over you the minute you get home.
“Good day young Mistress.” Your family’s butler, Kadeem, greets you as he closes the door. Then as predicted, three maids, whom you don’t recognize (they must be new), come scuttling down the stairs; one to take your backpack, another to take your coat and yet another to escort you to your dress fitting. Oh joy, wait, no the dress fitting is at 3:30. It’s only two o’clock. Where is she taking you?
“Hello and goodbye, Kadeem. Any idea where I’m being dragged to?” You ask Kadeem, who chuckles lightly.
“I believe your mother wants an audience with you, young Mistress.” He replies as you reach the top of the stairs and run to catch up with your escort…who for some reason seems to be in front of you, rather than behind.
What did your mother want? I hope she’s not going to lecture me on anything. Wait does this have something to do with the New Moon Ball? Oh no…I really hope it’s not picking dress fabrics…oh help, anybody, please. You think as you walk slower to keep pace with the maid who is escorting you.
Finally you reach the sitting room on the third floor of your mansion (it has five floors). There sits your mother on the couch, sipping tea and waiting for your arrival.
“Hello mother,” You greet politely.
“Hello dear.” Your mother replies as she dismisses the maid with a flick of her hand…honestly you hate her behavior at times. She acts as if she is the queen of a kingdom and the servants are absolutely worthless. It drives you insane. Of course you have no right to tell her anything, as she is your mother AND the owner of the mansion (well partially anyways, it is your father who paid all the bills).
“What is it?” You ask dropping the formalities after the maid has left the room.
“Before your dress fitting today, I would like to talk to you about the New Moon Ball. You did get the message in your schedule about it today, correct?” Your mother never drops formalities, or not in front of you anyways.
“Yes, you want me to bring some friends? How many?” You reply.
“Around four to six people would be plenty, dear. Have you thought about it yet?” She inquires taking another sip of her tea.
“Yes, but I know that the ‘friends’ I want to invite, most likely cannot dance. Much less have the money to buy themselves outfits or know the proper routines of formal parties such as this.” You explain, hoping that the explanation will get you off the hook. Unfortunately it doesn’t work.
“Dear, I said I will pay for the attires, but dancing and such, perhaps I could set up a few lessons. What would you think?”
“That may work, but I haven’t invited them yet. I invited them over at 3:30 today; I have to pick them up in a few minutes. No I did not forget about my dress fitting, I told them that we have a mini-arcade and they will most likely be able to entertain themselves in there for an hour at least. I also invited them to dine with us tonight and we are all going somewhere at six thirty tonight.” You put on your formalities again as you begin to tell your mother that you do not want to invite your friends to the ball. “Mother, my friends are coming over, and I’m –”
*&*&*&*&*&*After School*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
“Hey (your first name)! Hey Tristan!” You twirl around to see Yugi and Tea running towards you. They hadn’t been in your last class, but Tristan had, and you both had been standing there for the past…oh five minutes easy, waiting for the rest of the gang.
I’ve easily adopted them as my friends, haven’t I?
Come on, (your first name), they’re your friends for the this week only. It’s not like they’d consent to being friends with you after this week ends.
Yes they would, you argue with yourself.
No they wouldn’t, Yugi was just trying to prove a point.
We’ll see.
“Hi guys! Where’s Joey?” Tristan asks as you settle for a quiet ‘hello’.
“We haven’t seen him; we figured he’d be with you guys already.” Tea explains.
“What class did he have last?” You venture.
“Um, I think he had Science last…” Yugi trails off.
“Let’s go check the classroom, knowing Joey, he’s probably in D.T.” Tristan contemplates bluntly.
“Hey guys!” An oh so familiar voice greets.
“Hello Joey.” You reply.
“Where were you, man?” Tristan asks, “We were thinkin’ you got D.T.”<br>
“Sorry,” Joey replies (namely to you) scratching the back of his head and grinning.
“Please, don’t worry about it.” You reply politely and then mentally smack yourself for how dumb that had sounded.
“Awright den, so what time are we gettin’ picked up?” Joey asks you.
“Um, how long do you guys need?” You ask.
“No longer than maybe fifteen minutes?” Yugi speaks up for the first time since school ended.
“Yeah, that’s fine!” Tea agrees and Joey and Tristan just nod.
“Alright, goodbye.” You say as you turn around and walk towards the front doors of the school. If you are going to catch the bus you need to hurry.
You reach the bus in the nick of time and get into the yellow vehicle. You then walk towards the back of the bus, trying not to fall over on your way there, and sit down in a window seat. Staring out at the passing scenery your mind drifts from reality.
I hope that my father will like my friends and I really hope Joey and Tristan don’t embarrass themselves (or me) at dinner tonight. I wonder where we’re going to go after dinner? I don’t normally go to an arcade or anything…my mother barely lets me leave the house unless its school related since we have a mini-arcade, pool etc. I wonder what you do with friends, besides go to an arcade? What if I suck at the games they have there? Oh well, I don’t think you have to play games, I’ll watch the others and talk with them.
I wonder what mother will think of my friends? I really hope she doesn’t invite them to the New Moon Ball the second she sees them. Oh great, knowing her she will. I wonder if any of them can dance, Tea probably can since she mentioned an interest in dancing during school today. I really hope that my mother doesn’t invite them; it will be for the better. Your mind then wanders from that thought back to reality when the bus lurches forward, stopping, and you realize you’re the last one on the bus (besides the driver).
“Miss, this is the last stop, you need to get off now.” The driver says to you.
“Yes, I know, I am, thank you sir.” You reply as you pick up your backpack and walk off the bus.
You walk down the sidewalk, and enter a ritzy neighborhood. Your neighborhood. You then walk up to the second house on the block, it is painted (choose a color) and walk down the driveway. You reach the front door and open it quietly, as not to have maids scurrying all over you the minute you get home.
“Good day young Mistress.” Your family’s butler, Kadeem, greets you as he closes the door. Then as predicted, three maids, whom you don’t recognize (they must be new), come scuttling down the stairs; one to take your backpack, another to take your coat and yet another to escort you to your dress fitting. Oh joy, wait, no the dress fitting is at 3:30. It’s only two o’clock. Where is she taking you?
“Hello and goodbye, Kadeem. Any idea where I’m being dragged to?” You ask Kadeem, who chuckles lightly.
“I believe your mother wants an audience with you, young Mistress.” He replies as you reach the top of the stairs and run to catch up with your escort…who for some reason seems to be in front of you, rather than behind.
What did your mother want? I hope she’s not going to lecture me on anything. Wait does this have something to do with the New Moon Ball? Oh no…I really hope it’s not picking dress fabrics…oh help, anybody, please. You think as you walk slower to keep pace with the maid who is escorting you.
Finally you reach the sitting room on the third floor of your mansion (it has five floors). There sits your mother on the couch, sipping tea and waiting for your arrival.
“Hello mother,” You greet politely.
“Hello dear.” Your mother replies as she dismisses the maid with a flick of her hand…honestly you hate her behavior at times. She acts as if she is the queen of a kingdom and the servants are absolutely worthless. It drives you insane. Of course you have no right to tell her anything, as she is your mother AND the owner of the mansion (well partially anyways, it is your father who paid all the bills).
“What is it?” You ask dropping the formalities after the maid has left the room.
“Before your dress fitting today, I would like to talk to you about the New Moon Ball. You did get the message in your schedule about it today, correct?” Your mother never drops formalities, or not in front of you anyways.
“Yes, you want me to bring some friends? How many?” You reply.
“Around four to six people would be plenty, dear. Have you thought about it yet?” She inquires taking another sip of her tea.
“Yes, but I know that the ‘friends’ I want to invite, most likely cannot dance. Much less have the money to buy themselves outfits or know the proper routines of formal parties such as this.” You explain, hoping that the explanation will get you off the hook. Unfortunately it doesn’t work.
“Dear, I said I will pay for the attires, but dancing and such, perhaps I could set up a few lessons. What would you think?”
“That may work, but I haven’t invited them yet. I invited them over at 3:30 today; I have to pick them up in a few minutes. No I did not forget about my dress fitting, I told them that we have a mini-arcade and they will most likely be able to entertain themselves in there for an hour at least. I also invited them to dine with us tonight and we are all going somewhere at six thirty tonight.” You put on your formalities again as you begin to tell your mother that you do not want to invite your friends to the ball. “Mother, my friends are coming over, and I’m –”