Friday, 1 May 2009
07:25:27 PM (GMT)
This is a continuation of the story I started earlier. It may be called Maniacs...
Well it can be assumed that I was scared, I mean who wouldn't be. I struggled for a
solution. I considered kissing butt, hauling butt, or crying to save my butt. But I
was savedd by the girl who I'd least expect: the girl who was with Shooter, the
low-cut shirt, the die when I look at you glare (which I later leearned she had
mastered from Shooter himself.) So yea, I was surprised when she basically ran at me.
She stopped and looked at the girls.
"Oh, I'm sorry was I interrupting something? Cause I can come back... You know,
actually I can't.... Sooooo.... Kristi, Katy, Kennedy... SUP?!" She yelled it in
there faces. Never before had someone been so upfront to a bully, or three... "Like,
Oh, My, GOD!!!!! Ya know what??? You three, should like sooooo come over and party
with me and the X crew!!!! Like seriously, I'll call up Shotzy((side note, so yea,
maybe I should have had a lightbulb moment when she said 'Shotzy' but I didn't.)) and
we can soooo hang!" The three simultaneously [AHHHHHHHH SPELLING!!!!!!!] rolled there
eyes and turned around and stalked off. "CALL ME GIRLS!" She did the hand phone and
then whirled around at me, aiming a direct blow to my side. It was light but it still
hurt. "What. The. Heck. Was. That?!"
"What was what?"
"Haha, are you kidding me?! The trio. You just PO'ed the flippin trio. I just
risked." She paused to take a breath and to hold back whatever was coming on. Her
face was turning red. "Listen, I know your new, but whhy are you in the Trio's
studio? I mean, really...." She took another breath and then sunk to the floor.
"Dance. You got the flippin hall, so dance. Dance until someone else comes along.
And if you suck, then ya know what, I will lay on this here floor and die." I didn't
know it then, but she had done so much for me, and would do even more in the future.
So I danced and I danced until I was so tired I thought I could faint. "Well to tell
you the truth, That was amazing, and inspriing. Thank you."
She held up a paper with words scrawled all over it. "Inspiration. I haven't been
able to wrote so easily since I was... well I dunno. I'm sorry I flipped, it just
happens. I'm Toni, what's your name?"
I was warmed by what she had said. "I'm Jetta. And... thank you..."
"So your my constanantly gone roomie!"
"Toni. Just Toni. I do NOT want to hear that name spoken ever again. Ever. Never
ever never ever never!" I just nodded. Antoinette was not Antoinette. SHe was Toni. I
wondered if it had something to do with family, or maybe heritage, even though I
always wanted to say I was French. Which I wasn't. I was dutch. And Toni was Toni.
But that wasn't true, if only I'd known, if only I'd noticed that she was special, or
that Shotzy was hurt, or that I needed them more then I need the air I breathed maybe
things would have ended better.
Last edited: 1 May 2009