I know I haven't posted here in a long time, but I'm baaack (actually, I was never gone, just taking a break.)! Anyway, you said you wanted more, so here it is!

Background Info: The girls, Rachel, Alexz, Jordan, and Sara, have been at Eastland for 3 months. (You might wanna read TPSIP for more info.)

(((Cafeteria)))
(Mrs. Garrett is in the kitchen. The girls come in. Alexz and Rachel are arguing... as usual.)
A: It wasn't a fair debate!
R: You're just mad because your team lost! And mine won! (Tosses hair.)
MG: (Comes in.) Girls! Can you stop fighting for five minutes?
S: Mrs. Garrett, you don't know what you're asking!
J: Yeah! If Alexz and Rachel didn't fight, it would ruin the pizazz of going to school here! (The phone rings.)
MG: (Shakes her head, laughs, and goes to answer the phone.) Hello, Eastland School! (Pause.) Jo! I haven't talked to in so long! (Pause.) Yes, I'll get her! Hold on a second. (Calls.) Alexz, it's your mom!
A: Really? Okay, I'll get it! (Points at Rachel.) We'll finish this later. (Rachel whimpers and Alexz goes to the phone.) Mom? It's me! Fine. How are-- (Face falls.) That's awful! No, I understand. Yeah. No, it's okay. It was fun while it lasted. Love you, too. 'Bye. (Hangs up and goes back into cafeteria.)
R: Are you gonna hurt me?
A: (Quietly.) No. Could I talk to Mrs. G?
S: Sure.
J: Go ahead.
MG: Girls? Blow. (Points upstairs. The girls leave.) What's wrong?
A: Um... My dad lost his job today and my parents can't afford to send me here anymore. I'm leaving next semester. Back to the Bronx.
MG: Oh, Alexz. You must feel terrible.
A: Yeah, I do.
MG: Let's go home. (Calls upstairs.) Girls!
R: We're coming, Mrs. Garrett!
A: You think we could put off tellin' the girls till I'm more used to it?
MG: Sure.
(((That night -- Girls' Bedroom)))
R: (Brushing her hair.) 990, 991, 992, 993, 994, 995, 996-- (Wrinkles her nose in the mirror.) 997, 998, 999, 1,000.
A: (Looks up from book.) Rachel, can I ask you something?
R: (Starts putting on face cream.) Mmm... What?
A: Do you ever get tired of looking at yourself?
R: (Isn't phased at all.) It's better than looking at you.
S: (Like Nat used to say.) Oooh!
A: Yeah, well, next semester you won't have to.
J: What?
R: (Turns around to face Alexz.) What are you talking about?
A: I'm leaving Eastland next semester.
J: That's awful!
S: We'll miss you!
R: Sara!
S: I thought I should say it and get it over with. I'm not good with goodbye's. Remember how I was when my mom left?
R: Sara, you clung to her leg and refused let go.
S: I rest my case.

I g2g. What do you think so far?

good keep going

awesome!!! kenzie better post more soon its awesome!

Here's the other part! I'm sorry if the ending's a lil bit rushed. I'm really looking forward to the next one, and I really wanna get started on it.

J: So, we just won't say good bye... Alexz, do you want a bon voyage party?
S: Nice one, Jor. You don't wanna say good bye, but you're willing to give her a bon voyage party? It's a genius idea... Will there be food at this party?
R: (Turns back to mirror.) Sara, the question to ask is, "Will there be boys at this party?" There better be or I'm not coming.
A: Oh, don't worry. You were never invited.
R: Bite me.
A: Are you still on a blonde streak? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're whole life has been a blonde streak.
R: Turn blue.
S: Could you hush for a minute?
A: Is that all you got? Come on!
R: (Is quiet for a minute. Starts cheering.) U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi...
J: Um... Guys?
A: Oh, that is so old!
R: Oh... Really? Is not! (Alexz and Rachel keep fighting.)
S: (Yelling to Jordan.) What are we gonna do?!
J: Go to sleep. They'll get over it.
R: Stop for a minute! I have something for you Alexz. (Grabs an envelope from her vanity table.) Here. Bon voyage.
A: (Opens it and pulls out a check.) What's this?
R: (Laughs.) Tscha! It's a check.
A: I know that. But what is it for?
R: It's for your tuition. I thought you'd rather take my money than leave. And besides... It wouldn't be the same here without you. Who would I argue with?
A: (Sarcastically.) Aww... Tear!
R: I'm serious. I would miss you.
A: Really?
R: Yeah, really.
A: Okay... I'll take it. It can be my birthday present.
R: Okay.
A: (Puts her arm around Rachel's shoulder.) You know, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship!
R: (Smiles.) Right... Now, please take your filthy arm off my shoulder.
A: (Drops her arm to her side.) You're a spoiled brat, you know that, right?
R: And you're a grungy grease monkey!
A: Cool it, Farrah!
R: Turn blue!
S: Here we go again...


Okay. Again, I'm sorry if it was a lil rushed but I'm really excited about my next one. Look for it soon! It's a two parter called 'The Story of Beauty.' I think you'll like it. But please tell me the honest truth about this one!

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Q: How many women with PMS does it take to change a
light bulb?

A: One. Only ONE!! And do you know WHY? Because no
one
else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even now that the bulb is BURNED OUT! They
would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle, actually find them 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE STUPID @*!#$% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN! WHY? BECAUSE NO-ONE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM
THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12' DEEP THROUGHOUT THE
ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! - IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS #@*$!#@!... HOUSE!
I'm sorry... what did you ask me?
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That's true you know, so, next month, don't screw with me! :D

That's great, K. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif Sorry if I'm not in a very enthusiastic mood, I just found my OJABA rules, and my nametag is still inside. I remember signing it like Lisa Whelchel on that card for her friend... Danni the Great! :P K, I really can't wait for The Story of Beauty! Oh, and if you're still on, I'm not going to the library today, and I might (big might on this) not be able to spend the night, my mom and dad are planning to go to Mrs. Earl's house and shoot of fireworks that were left over from their stand. I would like to flirt with Trevor, but I'll probably go to your house, to save mom the trouble of takin me 2morrow. Buh-byez!

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