Bits and Pieces {ON PAUSE}

Chapter 6- The Enemy

Hi everybody!

So, I'm just gonna say, if any of you weren't sure what you think of Summer, you're gonna love her by the end of this chapter.

Dedicated to xxcloudingxx one of my awesome-sauce friends who is currently working on a book ; * 

Also, there is gonna be some serious nerd talk in this chapter, most of it is copied from google so if you don't understand what it means, join the club. We have cookies :D

Ella on the side played by Amanda Seyfried. Isn't she something else? >>>>>

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"You gonna introduce yourself, bombshell?" A smile broke across my face. So many of the girls glaring at Chrissie saw me standing there grinning like an idiot probably thought I was unstable too. I would be offended, but I am extremely unstable. 

"I'm Summer, and you my friend have a lot of strange girls staring holes into  your skull." I said, giving Chrissie another toothy grin. She looked around her slowly, giving a glare back to one girl in particular. I swear, if she looked at that girl for much longer, she would have set on fire. I stood up on my toes to look over Chrissie's shoulder to get a good look of the girl. Just as I was about to get a full look, Chrisie grabbed my shoulders and pulled my down until I was standing straight.

She stared deep into my eyes and hissed "Don't look at her, don't smile at her, OK? Hell, in your world she doesn't even exist. Do you understand?" The look she gave me sent chills down my body and I was frozen in fear. I nodded my head so violently it felt like it was going to fall off. The bell chimed, indicating that it was lesson time. Oh thank god, now we wont have this conversation for much longer. Chrissie looked down at the timetable in hand and snatched it up, she spent a few seconds staring at it until she broke out into a massive grin. 

"Music time, my little bombshell." She sang, already starting toward the classroom. Damn she walks fast. 

The music room was massive, it was bigger than my living room in London. One wall was completely lines with different types of guitars, in the corner was a beautiful glossed white grand piano. An elegant looking woman sat at the piano, playing the most beautiful song I've ever heard. My fingers were itching to walk up to the guitar wall and pull a guitar down. I wanted so much to impress the woman, she just had that aura about her. 

Chrissie leaned over to me "Do you play and instrument?" I nodded my head and gestured towards the guitar. "Good, wanna join in?" I looked around to see a few students picking instruments of their choice and playing along. My finger began to tingle with excitement at the thought of making music again. It's been so long. 

I skipped towards the guitar wall and decided on a chestnut acoustic guitar. I began strumming a basic riff and got more and more into it. Gradually my music got more complex and I laughed in joy when I saw Chrissie joining in on a hot pink violin with black strings. As soon as the laugh erupted from my mouth, the piano playing stopped. The woman playing got up slowly, revealing extremely long legs. She was seriously tall.

She began walking up to me, her face flat and emotionless. It was the second time that day I had been scared senseless. "Sing." She said, staring deep into my soul. Did I hear her right? Is that some alternative punishment? Make the kids sing when they annoy you? "I know you aren't deaf child, stop acting like an imbecile and sing." She was getting annoyed.

"Uh.... you want me to sing? Miss... uh...?" I was in shock, plus I was embarrassed, which didn't help.

"You will call me Madame. Now sing, allow an air stream to pass through you vocal folds and vibrate your larynx. Emit sound from your inner being. Change your vocal fold vibrations by the shape of your resonator. Produce your unique human sound. For gods sake girl, just sing!"

"Uh..." I searched my brain for any form of song,

"'So won't you stay with me, because your all I need,

This ain't love, it's clear to see, but darling stay with me"

Madame raised her hand "That's enough," Was I that bad? She only wanted to hear two lines? "My child, why aren't you in the choir?" So she thought I was good?

"I'm new here so...."

"That's your excuse? Surely in the three hours you have been here you would have had time to sign up for choir."

"Uh... about that, I only got here like, fifteen minutes ago." I was so glad I had a darker complexion, I didn't really blush. Unfortunately, my complexion wasn't dark enough and Madame, and the rest of the class could see my embarrassment. 

"Class dismissed."

Lunch was serious sensory overload. My mind was buzzing five minutes in. Chrissie gave me a tour of the cafeteria and damn, it was complicated. In my old school, you sat anywhere because the same tables were rarely there two days in a row. I went to a school full of vandals.

"Over there," Chrissie pointed to the corner of the cafeteria,"are the crack-heads. Literally, stay away from them. If they offer you food, say no. In fact, if they offer you anything say no." I was seriously tempted to take out a notebook and record all of this, there was so much to learn and remember. Life here is so different to in London. Chrissie went through a long list of groups, Goths, Kawaii Asians, Soccer team, Hockey team, Swim team (too many sports!), Foodies, Anorexics and those she described as The Enemy.

"You wanna stay away from them too. They are the dance team and the football team. The dance team are the biggest group of bitches you will ever meet and their leader, Ella, is the queen be of this school. The football team are thick, walking testosterone bubbles and would happily sleep with anything with boobs. Well, unless their moobs*, but you get the point. I'm ashamed to say, they are the top of out high school hierarchy." She tutted and turned to another table in the cafeteria, "And these, my clueless little halving, are the best people you will ever meet." She gestured to the round table, packed with an awkward assortment of people.

We walked towards the table and I gave an awkward smile to all the people staring into my soul. I wasn't a normally shy person, but having seven people staring at you like you were crazy is not great for your confidence. 

After what I'm assuming was the initial shock of meeting me, everyone at the table began going through introductions, bringing out my kinda confidence again. I went around the table, Kaylee, Miriam, Harriett. My eyes were drawn to a beautiful, skinny, blonde girl with deep brown eyes. She was the kind of girl I expected to have a hoard of cheerleaders following her but, much to my surprise, she had her nose buried in a book. And I don't mean and lets-cram-before-a-big-exam book I mean a this-book-is-home-to-my-fictional-husband-who-I-will-make-real-using-hoodoo book. In case I didn't make it clear enough, it looked like a good book.

She barely glanced up from her book and muttered "I'm Alma," I think I may have found a compatible friend. 

"And this," Chrissie smiled warmly towards a boy I never even noticed sitting there, smirking at me. He stood up and I realized how madly tall he was. I mean, I'm no giant myself I was like, five foot nothing but he was at least six feet tall. He had ginger hair that was messy in a really, really hot way. I realized I was completely zoned out and totally missed his name, luckily for me though, he was the kind of guy who felt the need to be introduced twice.

He walked up to me, the same cocky smirk on his face and put out his hand, "I'm Scott, and you, are the British chick everyone's been talking about." I've decided I don't like Scott. Something about hims was... off. Don't ask what. I just didn't like him.

I glanced across the canteen only to see a girl sitting on the popular table, staring holes into my head. Except, she wasn't glaring at me like all the other girls in the school. She had a strange smile on her face, as if she knew something I didn't, which wouldn't be surprising, seeing as I was a total noob when it came to 'High School'.

I leaned over to Chrissie, who was busy staring at Scott, "You know, if you keep looking at him like that he will notice," She jumped, I don't think she realize how deeply she was looking at him, "Who is that anyway?" I pointed towards the girl who was still staring at me.

"That, my little bombshell, is the Enemy."