Parking Pirates, chapter 1
This story takes place in a little place in Norway.
It was sunny morning on the 24. August a year I'm not sure of.
First day of school.
The students in the new class had been stuffed into a room far, far away from the other kids, and they had no idea why they were there.
It couldn't be a special need class, because some of the smartest geeks were in there. And the more "different" kid's weren't that stupid either.
In this class it is the gang we like, and the gang we don't like that much.
The gang we like is a bunch of punk rock liking kids, and the gang that we don't like that much, is the gang that is smarter than the teachers, and likes music that is called pop. Most of them are preps.
I will describe them all for you, and I will begin with the ones we like:
Ellen.
A fifteen year old girl, black, short hair, and the skills of playing guitar. Her best subject is English.
Lina.
Fifteen years old, black, long hair, and she play drums. Her best subject is English.
Linda.
Also fifteen years old, black and red hair, short, and the smartass in the gang.
Her best subject is science.
Dilt.
The youngest, 14 years old, brown curly hair, and pretty short as well. Best subject: Maths and English. She plays the bass.
These four kids are the outcasts at school. They have always been, and always will be, it seemed. No one knows why. People have just decided that these four kids will be the ones that suck.
Not that they care much.
And now, the gang that we don't like that much:
Annika.
She's the best student on the school, apparently. She has long, brown hair that lies perfect down on her back. Her skin is perfect, not a spot to see. Everything about her is perfect, also the small body.
Best subject: All of them.
Torill.
She is also one of these perfect ones.
Both of these two girls know everything on school, and they look the same.
The only thing about Torill is that when the teacher asks a question, she always jumps up down with her hand in the air and yells;
"I KNOW, I KNOW!"
And when the teacher finally let her speak:
"I'm not sure, but... " and then she reads the answer right up from the paper or the book that the teacher is asking questions from.
Right now the gang we like and the gang that we don't like that much, were waiting for the principal. He had entered the room, but wanted complete silence before he spoke.
"Hello everyone."
The students looked at him.
"I have made you all come here into this class, because you are so much smarter than the other kids... "
Lina and Ellen looked at each other. The other students were much smarter than they were. All the black haired girls could think about was music, boredom and masturbation.
"...and because you are the kids at school that understand English. Because of the abilities you have shown us the last years, we would like you to become part of a little experiment we have here."
The principal made them all look on the door.
"Please welcome, Green Day and My Chemical Romance. They will teach you this year, in all subjects you have."
It was sunny morning on the 24. August a year I'm not sure of.
First day of school.
The students in the new class had been stuffed into a room far, far away from the other kids, and they had no idea why they were there.
It couldn't be a special need class, because some of the smartest geeks were in there. And the more "different" kid's weren't that stupid either.
In this class it is the gang we like, and the gang we don't like that much.
The gang we like is a bunch of punk rock liking kids, and the gang that we don't like that much, is the gang that is smarter than the teachers, and likes music that is called pop. Most of them are preps.
I will describe them all for you, and I will begin with the ones we like:
Ellen.
A fifteen year old girl, black, short hair, and the skills of playing guitar. Her best subject is English.
Lina.
Fifteen years old, black, long hair, and she play drums. Her best subject is English.
Linda.
Also fifteen years old, black and red hair, short, and the smartass in the gang.
Her best subject is science.
Dilt.
The youngest, 14 years old, brown curly hair, and pretty short as well. Best subject: Maths and English. She plays the bass.
These four kids are the outcasts at school. They have always been, and always will be, it seemed. No one knows why. People have just decided that these four kids will be the ones that suck.
Not that they care much.
And now, the gang that we don't like that much:
Annika.
She's the best student on the school, apparently. She has long, brown hair that lies perfect down on her back. Her skin is perfect, not a spot to see. Everything about her is perfect, also the small body.
Best subject: All of them.
Torill.
She is also one of these perfect ones.
Both of these two girls know everything on school, and they look the same.
The only thing about Torill is that when the teacher asks a question, she always jumps up down with her hand in the air and yells;
"I KNOW, I KNOW!"
And when the teacher finally let her speak:
"I'm not sure, but... " and then she reads the answer right up from the paper or the book that the teacher is asking questions from.
Right now the gang we like and the gang that we don't like that much, were waiting for the principal. He had entered the room, but wanted complete silence before he spoke.
"Hello everyone."
The students looked at him.
"I have made you all come here into this class, because you are so much smarter than the other kids... "
Lina and Ellen looked at each other. The other students were much smarter than they were. All the black haired girls could think about was music, boredom and masturbation.
"...and because you are the kids at school that understand English. Because of the abilities you have shown us the last years, we would like you to become part of a little experiment we have here."
The principal made them all look on the door.
"Please welcome, Green Day and My Chemical Romance. They will teach you this year, in all subjects you have."
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