[One Direction] Skedaddle

[» stacey «]

Did you ever see a lassie, go this way and that?

The sea was filled with angry monkeys, but they are not at sea, so this does not really matter.

Wait, what?

Today. Today was a good day. Right up to the part where she died. Although, not literally. She could have lost a few brain cells here and there. Maybe she secretly caused world destruction.

School is the base of everyones problems. And in every new school she went to, there would be drama in every corner. It's not her fault her father worked for a company that was controlled by an eighty-two year old man with a beard that looks like plants. But since he gives her father the money to put food on their plates, then it'll have to do.

As far as a story can go, let me tell you that this involves cliché cliques. Lets not get those words mixed up. We've got your desperate wannabes, freshmans, burnouts, preps, gothics, jocks, fangirls, socialites (who are just the regulars), band geeks, regular geeks, the populars, the irrelevants, and more. No one knows who the irrelevants are. I'll just leave it at that. It's pretty impossible to hop from clique to clique. You need skills to do that. And I'm positive no one here has that. It's going to be hard to survive in a school like this, and I'll be here every step to help. Unless if you smell.

Now lets get on to the cuties, shall we?
Well, at least I think they're cute.

Boy Number One has nice hair. It was the first thing you will notice about him. Those curls always win. Shirt tucked in, socks pulled up, and his belt was always buckled. I think it would have been offensive to the male species for me to say his zipper was always zipped, because if you ever actually notice regular guys, it isn't. But why would you look there? Anyways, his binder was always safely tucked in his arms, neat and organized as he pushed up his glasses. He had a love for the theatre, but he was just way too socially awkward to function. He kept his mind clouded in stories about dragons, knights, and wizards whilst using extreme vernacular. High-five to my precious butterbeer lovers.

Boy Number Two went around as a wannabe, because being booksmart and professionally good-looking didn't work out in Wisteria High. Number Two kept close to Number One. They were inseperable. They even sat at the lunch table near the trash together. Can we ship them? I think yes. But I'd rather not.

This boy always had a habit of stuttering and muttering when he was around people that were out of his league. No one ever understands what he says. The world may never know. He was a peppy and happy boy, occasionally making loud remarks (with a weird, but impressing vernacular) that caused him to be shunned upon. The poor bloke.

Something that will guarantee you a good shag is breaking the scale. To be more clear, sexy. And that is exactly what she is. Now here's some gossip on the girl that you probably don't know and don't want to know. She was a bit odd. But apparently that's the new thing these days, whether it ranged from space cowboys to flying monkeys as pets. She was just too hot to turn down. She was absolutely perfect. To me, being a great analyzer (true fact), thought she was just a mess. We can define her as the most stubborn, yet loyal human being. Everytime I bumped into her, she gives me this look. I can never tell if she's trying to seduce me or if her face is always like that. I just don't like her. Some people are still waiting for her to be tested just in case she was an unidentified creature in disguise. Or just crazy in general. She wanted to be an adventurous bird, because, well, her life was just dull.
Can I say it was about to get interesting? Because that just seems appropriate in this situation.

Or maybe that's already been used.

And then there's me.
But you don't need to know that part. Names are irrelevant. All you need to know is that if you touch my hair, I will fucking drop kick you in your genitals.

Now lets continue.

She met the two twits when the hot piece of ass attacked the other hot piece of ass. Not physically, but verbally. Sweet eyes, cute face, saying rude things and shoving a boy into a locker? I can assure you it wasn't Freshman Friday, it was just a regular geek who patrolled the halls in an absolutely stupid sweater, but was interrupted when a boy with squeaky-clean sneakers walked up to him. Well, isn't he cool. Quite groovy. Any girl would love to be held in his arms.

I know I would.

Anyways, bullying is still going on? That was just a waste of time. I thought this century would have moved on from that and realize the new thing is all about having double lives on the internet. Type away, my lovelies. There's nothing too see here.

Watching from afar, little miss perfect watched as he stared at his shoes. He knew people were watching. He knew she was, and he maybe caught her eye, but the only thing he hoped for was if he's going to get to class on time. Keeping a good attendance is always good for your grades. And as he winced as every piercing word seeped through his skin, the first bell alarmed and she moved on.

I need a damn drink.

Robin's first day of class was hardly eventful. At lunch, she sat with the stoners who were basically in a daze with a minor case of the amazing thing called a hangover. One class, though, was really something. Just something. She walked into the classroom and ended up sitting in the back after telling the teacher she was new, who only responded with a scowl. And guess who sat beside her? Boy Number Two. And damn, was he looking nice. The class started working on problems, and excuse my language, but the dumbass wasn't here for the lessons and didn't know what to do.

"Psst.... Hey," she whispered to him, hoping to get his attention. His head snapped up and he furrowed his eyebrows as he pushed up his pair of hipster glasses. Yes, it was those.

"Oh, um, uh, yes?"

"Sorry, I just wasn't here and I don't know what to do," she responded.

"Oh, you're new. Er, uhm, I can't help you, sorry," he said slowly, lowering his head and going back to work. Robin scoffed at him. She wasn't expecting him to be mean, but he really wasn't. If she was seen being friendly to him, her reputation would be ruined before she got one.

Robin sighed. Her brain was practically going to explode if she kept this up. She was only on the second question and she gladly didn't need to hand this in, but with the announced quiz coming up, she became more paranoid by the second. She sat back in her seat and raised her hand, hoping to get the teachers attention.

"Girl in the back. What?" the teacher said, setting down the newspaper she was reading.

"Oh, uhm, I was-" Robin started, but was interrupted quickly.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Robin... Your new student. I wasn't here for these stuff, so I don't really understand..." Robin bit her lip, feeling a bit awkward as the whole class put their attention on her.

"Oh! Right. Sorry, love. I'll just pair you up with someone for group work to help you, whatever." the teacher responded. "Everybody, get into your normal groups. Robin, go sit with, uh, Louis, since his partner moved classes. He's up front."

I never liked this teacher.

Everybody got up and rushed to switched seats, and Robin managed to take a seat before someone else and scooted towards the guy the teacher pointed to. She put her binder onto the table and faced him, ready to speak, but soon recognized him as the boy who was tormenting the geek. Yup, that's him, honey.

He's cute.

"So, we're doing all of those? This period?" Robin asked with an annoying tone. Fiesty.

"Double period today, lovey. You're stuck with me! We're going to be great friends," Louis exclaimed jokingly, throwing his arm around her with a smirk. Robin slumped down in her seat uncomfortably.

Well then. He wasn't getting any ass tonight.

It was a terrifying class, really. Louis hardly paid attention to the work and talked endlessly about anything, but he did attempt explaining how to do that math shit. She was paired with someone as clueless as her. They guessed for most of the questions and she found herself slightly enjoying his company. She whipped her head around, and thank goodness she didn't get a bad case of whiplash. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

In the back, she saw Boy Number One and Number Two chatting away. The damn nerds.

"Oi! What'cha lookin' at?" Louis piped up, repeatedly poking Robin on the arm. He turned to where she was staring and his face fell. "Oh. Lets get back to work."

He's charming.

And alas, the story has started.
Welcome to Robin's world.

Did you ever see a laddie, go this way and that?

TITLE. Skedaddle
WORDS . 1654
RATING . what are you thinking?
WARNINGS . Language, and drinking(?)
NOTES . There is a storyteller, just in case you get confused on whose point-of-view this is.
Omg, this is horrifying and super random.
SUMMARY .

In wasn't her fault she wanted to be devious for once.
She just thought she was being cool.
But no, Miss Robin Terrinson caused the whole school to be absolutely flabbergasted.
Even the nice geek down the hall locked in the janitors closet.

In which Harry is surprisingly intellectual, Zayn is his best friend, Louis is absolutely straight, Liam finds out he has a soft spot for the gents, Niall refuses to talk and the annoying storyteller drinks too much.

Welcome to the world of overused old-timey words, extremely hot boys, and a cute geek.
Although he prefers the term 'nerd'.

[» stacey «]

i just noticed i put the form at the bottom
whoops
sorry i LIKE THREAD TEMPLATES OKAY

read the bottom first.~
just incase.

[Maya Your queen.]

It was good (; I'd read et.

[a]

It was really good if not a bit confusing

Uh the first couple of paragraphs confused me.

[» stacey «]

Thanks!

Oct 3, 2012 15:35:58 GMT -5 a said:

It was really good if not a bit confusing

Uh the first couple of paragraphs confused me.

Can you tell me how to make it better?
The weird storyteller is just ranting on the characters and such.

[a]

But it's mainly this: 'Today. Today was a good day. Right up to the part where she died. Although, not literally. She could have lost a few brain cells here and there. Maybe she secretly caused world destruction.

School is the base of everyones problems. And in every new school she went to, there would be drama in every corner.'

I don't feel like it flows, and like I said, it's a bit confusing.

You just need to make sure the story flows.