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(Hmm...some that my sisters choir sing are: Consecrate, Hold On, One Day More. Sorry, I can't think of very many right now)

(Lol Bogner is not a fun choir teacher IRL)

( I vote fun choir teacher )

(Okay)

(You're welcome)

(How's this?)

Bogner was making his rounds around the classroom handing out copies of the latest music he acquired.

"I know everybody expects Christmas carols at the winter concert," he was saying, "but frankly, I'm tired of the same arrangement of 'Good King Wencelas' and 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer' ... so I've decided to dig up some jazz, soul, and pop numbers out of the music library. This was back when the choir was much smaller, so look on with a partner. We'll just be sight-reading today."

( Don't think it matters. I don't think she'd look on with anyone other than Josie or Sophie. She may force herself on them as a trio or not look at all :P )

"Get your hands off of her!" sophie said to Jane.

Jane stooped to look over the girls' shoulders, moving her arms from their waists to the tops of their shoulders for support, "Sing loud so I can hear you" - she told them quietly in a sing-song voice.

Bogner returned to his place at the podium, and raised his baton for silence.

"You will," answered Jane, "you will or I'll keep pinching you until yours in the loudest." - and she nipped the girl's cheek with her nails for good measure.

"Leave her alone!" said Sophie angrily as she smacked Jane.

(Gtg, love you guys)

In a shaky and somewhat out of tune start, the circle of forty people, boys and girls, baritones, tenors, altos, sopranos began to sing...


Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my songs

... and Jane, though not the best singer, sang too. Loud, and somewhat obnoxious... on purpose. True to her word, at the end of each phrase, she gave both Sophie and Josie a little pinch on the cheek.

Jane was surprised at the sudden smack, tumbling off the bleachers this time and onto her ass instead of on her feet. She clutched her nose, and when she pulled her hand away was surprised to see a little blood.

The choir students and director were all spinning about and chattering to see what was the matter. Jane got to her feet with no help, and while Bogner was yelling at the two of them, she grinned...

"You little bitch..."

... before the two were immediately set to the principal's office.

( See you later, Makz! Am I doing the RP thing right, Jessy ? Is it too much? Not enough? )

(I'm back)

Jane was making herself comfortable. The office was not new or scary for her.

"Come on, old man," she muttered, referrencing the vice-principal or the principal whichever decided to come in to chew them out.

"There's no such thing as real friends," she answered bitterly hold a tissue under her nose as it continued to bleed a little... "...you punch like a wimp. Eat more Wheaties and maybe you'll break my nose one day."

Jane was a little surprised. Josie had never shown her such gumption before.... it excited her.

"Not hurt. Just keep things exciting. And why should I? Goody two-shoes you two have been and what has it gotten you? A bunch of bitches calling you names behind your back and planting threatening notes in your locker... guys who won't give you a time of day; they're only interested in you as an object anyway..." - her easygoing tone shifted into one almost hateful - "Friends are only friends as long as you're useful or appealing to them..."

Sophie mouthed "be careful" to Josie.

The principal's door opened and in walked a surly middle-aged man with a thick salt-and-pepper mustache. He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh when he saw Jane smiling and waving at him, but he looked a little surprised that Josie Pickard and Sophie Deason were there. They were good students...

He eased himself into the chair behind his desk with a groan, "What's this all about?"

Jane opened her mouth to comment, but the principal hushed her. He made it very clean he didn't want her side of the story... just Josie and Sophie.

Sophie reaches out to pat Josie's leg but pulls her hand away.

"I got mad and hit Jane" said Sophie.

The principal didn't say anything. He took out a stack of sticky-notes from his desk and began scribbling a note...

"Well, I can't let you off the hook easy since there was violence involved. Deason, detention for the next three days. You can't go around punching people in the nose. And Blackwell, you know the drill... in-school suspension, goes on your record, I'll be notifying your father... not that you care."

Jane sighed. Her parents were going to be livid she was suspended... again. But what were they going to do? They'd probably be too busy to care.

"You mess up one more time and I'll be forced to kick you out; you'll have to find another school to put up with your shenanigans because God knows I won't anymore. Understand?"

"Yes sir..." was all Jane said.

The principal ushered them out of his office.

As the three of them walked down the halls to their appropriate third period classes, Jane trailed behind the other two... "Happy now? One more shenanigan and you guys will never have to worry about me again."

"I guess... you guys are better than nothing. I'm bored by myself."

"Then you will have to stop picking on us"

Jane just stared at them, "So... what do you nerds do as 'real friends'?" - she put the last two words in air quotations.

"Dykes play roller derby," Jane answered automatically, and when Josie looked like she was going to punch her again, she said quickly, "What's the matter? I'm a dyke. Whole school knows it. Of course I know about roller derby... you guys on a team?"

"You should come watch," said Sophie. "The team is amazing."

"You're on roller derby or you're gay?" Jane asked, liking the idea more and more in her head, "You said not everyone so there's other gay chicks there too, right? Any of them hot? Don't you like beat each other the fuck up or something in roller derby?" - she grinned - "Contact sport. You grab boob often? Or wrestle in those skimpy little outfits?"

"Sweet," Jane answered, daydreaming about roller derby girls now, "Hey, are any of them single? Or are they all bulky ugly butches?" - her daydreams suddenly turned sour. She caught herself, an awkward compliment, "Not you, Pickard. You're not ugly or butchy."

Jane groaned, envisioning man-like players on a roller derby rink now, "Gross... guess I'll come and keep Sophie company though." - she pranced over to Sophie's side and hooked her arm around hers - "Won't be lonely in the stands anymore, will you?"

"Oh, be nice," Sophie said as she pulled away. "But I guess I won't be alone anymore"

"Yeah. Are you ready?" asks Sophie.

"Razor..." Jane commented, laughing a little, "Oh yeah, you all have nicknames huh? What's yours, Pickard? Lemme guess... uh... Casper? Spectre? Banshee? Phantom? Gypsy?"

... and then at the sight of the blonde, "Fuck, she's hot..." - she heard her name and cringed, "Blackwell. It's Blackwell. Not Jane." ... and she shook the blonde's hand.

Jane smirked, "Oh, no, at one time maybe. 'Black Widow' always gets this way around me. She just won't leave me alone," - she elbowed Josie in the side- "What can I say?"

"Oh wow, you too," said Sophie as she smirked.

"Ow," muttered Jane quietly, rubbing the spot where Josie had hit her. The girl was stronger than she looked. She winced, but laughed it off. She didn't want to look weak in front of the mega-hot Razor, "So, are we gonna get this show on the road, or what?"

(K)

( Okay! )

Aoife walked around the school, unsure what to do.
Since moving to this new school, over a month ago, she hadn't made an attempt to make any friends and was used to being lonely.

Sophie walked up to Aiofe. "Hi. I'm Sophie. Welcome to the school."

Aoife looked at the girl talking, hmm she seemed like a decent person. And maybe she ought to socialise more.
"Hi Sophie, I'm Aoife, I only started here a month ago."

"How are you doing?" asked Sophie

"What's this?" came a voice behind Sophie that made her shudder, "Fresh meat?"

Jane Blackwell slunk down the hallway with her messenger bag thrown sloppily over one shoulder, hands in both of her baggy jean pockets. She stopped next to Sophie with a devious grin, and elbowed her in the side, just hard enough to cause Sophie to stumble a little.

"Aren't you going to introduce me, Deason?"

"Oh...yes. Aiofe, this is Jane Blackwell," said Sophie.

She elbowed Sophie again, scowling at her while introducing herself to Aoife, "It's Blackwell. Just Blackwell. Thanks."

Her eyes scanned the new girl like a butcher eyeing a piece of meat. Hungrily. Wow, new kid's quite a cutie

"Well I'm sorry. I thought it would be good for her to know your first name in case she ever needs it" said Sophie.

"Dummy," retorted Jane, glaring at Sophie again, "How many Blackwells in this school you know?"

"Just you, the one and only"

Jane smiled, and with a free hand ruffled Sophie's hair. She liked the sound of that - 'the one and only,' "Damn right, I am."

"Yeah" says Sophie as shakes Jane's hand away

Aoife stared back at the two girls in front, Sophie seemd nice but 'Blackwell' or whatever her name is, hmm not too sure.
Nevertheless she gave a meek smile and offered her hand to Blackwell.

"Hullo Blackwell, nice to meet you. "