Calypso High
Marianna DeSka sprawled on the blacktop outside the south gym (not related to the gym teacher, Ms. South), watching a line of ants march toward a sandwich about three feet away (from Marianna-- the ants were much closer). The sandwich was Dava's. Dava was chatting with Tomas. Mari debated saving the sandwich. The rewards would not be great enough for her to deign to speak or move.
Mari took another bite of chicken from her chicken Caesar salad. It wasn't terribly good. Mari contemplated becoming a vegetarian again. The gym door burst open.
"Hi, everyone!" Dream said, walking out and dropping onto the pavement. "Tomas, you missed an emergency orchestra rehearsal."
"Oops!" Tomas said. Since sarcasm doesn't translate well to print, I'll just have to tell you that Tomas said it sarcastically. He did.
"There wasn't, by any chance, an emergency chorus rehearsal, was there?" Mari asked. Doreen was conspicuously absent, and she was the only lunch regular who was also in Mari's chorus.
"Don't think so," Dream said, shaking her head. "Suki was eating in the caf." Suki Leilani Kyoko was also in the same chorus, but ate with her friends from the modern dance/ hacker's club.
"Oh. I wonder where Doreen disappeared to, then," Mari said. The ants sent a squad to scout her salad. She sat up, pulling the salad closer to her, and thus further from the line of ants.
"I saw Doreen talking to Inda in the office," Frogman said, leaping by in pursuit of a fly.
"Does it bother anyone else that he's got green skin and a taste for insects? And a fake British accent, that, might I add, is very, very bad?" Mari asked. Everyone else just started at her like she'd sprouted a second head or third arm. Just in case, Mari checked her anatomy-- nope, still symmetrical.
"Marianna, it's not nice to bring up other peoples' skin problems," Dream frowned. "It's like talking about your acne."
"I don't have acne," Mari glared. "I have the best skin of anyone sitting out here right now, and I'm not attempting to cover any flaws with makeup. Or facial hair," she added, trying to include the guys in something they'd rather not be aware existed. "Can we discuss Doreen now? Why's she talking to Inda, of all people?"
"They're probably trading shifts for the Seafooderie," Dava said. "Doreen needs Tuesday off for a piano lesson."
"Hm. Dream, did you hear something?" Mari asked, looking around mock-bewildered as she pointedly ignored Dava's comment. "I thought I heard the sound of a jerk."
"What kind of jerk?" Tomas asked, prompting a punch in the arm from Dava.
"The sort that turns the girl he dumped into some kind of research project."
"Oh, that kind," Tomas replied. "Yes, there might be one of those around here." Dava punched Tomas again. "Hey, I'm just playing Devil's advocate, sort of," Tomas said, moving away from Dava and rubbing his arm. "So, Mari, how's color guard going?"
Just then, Daniela and and pack of her freshman followers rounded the corner. "Hi, everyone!" Dani cried, sitting down on the patch of pavement next to Dava that Tomas had just vacated.
"Hi, Dani," Dava smiled. Mari glared and continued her conversation with Tomas.
"Dava, how come you quit band?" Dani asked. "I wanted to sit with you on the bus when we go to competitions."
"I have too much else going on, Dani, with Wizard-level classes and training, and I'm tutoring and volunteering at the suicide hotline, and chaperoning middle school dances, and working..."
"Yeah, but I do all that stuff, well not Wizard stuff or working, but a lot of it, plus church and dance classes, and I still have time for band." Dani tossed her currently-blonde hair. It was charming, even for a freshman. Dava wrapped his arms around Daniela to 'comfort' her.
"Don't worry, you'll see me plenty at the crisis center."
Marianna started coughing loudly, drawing stares and inquiries as to her general health. "I was just demonstrating to Tomas how the new color guard instructor gets peoples' attention," she said innocently.
"He does not," Daniela said. She flounced up off of the pavement, and with a delicately brusque gesture gathered her people about her. "Well, I'm off to find Tchadde. Hasta!"
Dream glanced at her watch, then jumped up in a panic. "We've only got two minutes to get to class!" she cried. She started packing her AP English, AP History, AP Chemistry, and Honors Orchestra (damn, no AP available...) materials into her backpack.
Mari neatly tossed her trash into a nearby trash can without getting up from the pavement, sealed the tupperware container that had held her salad, and tossed that into her backpack. "Oops, that wasn't unzipped." She finally stood up and chased after the salad container, which was rolling its way down the sidewalk. "Get back here, you plastic bastard."
By the time Mari made her way back to the spot where Dream was still fretting over being late, everyone else had left. Everyone, that was, except for Frogman, who was leaping about in the nearby practice field catching his lunch.
"Hey, Frog-dork! You're gonna be late to class!" Mari yelled, ever so helpfully. She ignored both Dream's lecture and Frogman's glaring, slung her backpack over her shoulder (containing only the latest Xanth book, the tupperware from lunch, and two dollars and eighteen cents in various small change), and dashed for her next class.
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Well, that one was interesting. As you can see, there's no plot to any of these stories, just vague memories mixed in with whatever funny things I can come up with. (Frog-dork... heheh...) Next time... well, I had a really good idea, but it would be sort of mean... I mean, meaner than usual. So maybe I'll show what happens in a wizard class. By the way, I've been reading Harry Potter books (which I highly recommend) so I might take a few clues from that. Since I have no other ideas about what we'd do in a wizard class. A quick poll, for those who wish to answer: what ELHS teacher would be most likely to teach a wizard class? Some lucky teacher will be parodized in the very next episode!! Wheee!!
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