First Class Excitement

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

Vanessa walked from her dorm room towards the Language room, bypassing the cafeteria and heading outside. It was the first day of classes and she was, somewhat nerd-ily, too excited to eat. Not exactly a smart thing to do, granted that students were given so few free breaks, but oh well. Twirling one of her rings around her fingers, she smiled easily at the people she recognized from her previous years at Gordon Parks' Academy for the Arts, and even at a few she didn't recognize. Today felt like it was going to be the great start to her first upperclassman year. Of course, Vanessa always believed that the first day of school was the great start to her year, but that really wasn't important.

Aside from the slight problem of living with a room mate who she barely tolerated-for reasons she still didn't know-things had pretty much gone nicely. When she had woken up, she had found precisely what she wanted to wear almost immediately-a purple v-neck t-shirt, white ballet flats and a skinny belt, and dark blue stretch skinny jeans. The day was fairly warm, so she could walk outside, swinging her arms cheerfully, clutching her white purse in one of her hands. As she continued on her way, more people approached her, and her good mood grew. She was fairly popular here at GPA, something that flattered her immensely, and filled her with a sense of belonging that she so desperately craved. As she waved farewall to a sophomore she had shared a theater class with last year, she pulled her sunglasses out of her purse. They were purple, like her shirt, with rectangular lenses. She always felt more "famous" with them on, because she did always see photographs of celebrities walking around with sunglasses on.

She reached the door that let her into the wing where her Language room was near, and pulled it open with some effort. Her previous thought that carrying all those dresses had given her some upper body strength immediately disproven. She shrugged it off and opened the door labeled "CAMPBELL". As she walked in and sat down in the center of the class room, she wondered again what her teacher would be like, and what juniors would share her classes. At Gordon Parks', there were generally two "groups" per year, and she was in the first one, along with who knows who else. She had pretty much collapsed after her packing had been done, and hadn't really visited anyone yet-aside from those who had come up to her on the way to class. As she leaned back in her seat, she thought she heard the door open, and turned, a slight smile already smiling acorss her face, wondering who it was.[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

"I swear to God, Mother," Cara Donovan said as she walked out of her dorm, and closed the door, "If I find out that you let that little thing in my room again I'll-" But she was cut off by her mother yelling at her for calling her little sister 'That Little Thing'. Rolling her blue eyes, Cara quickly hung up on her mom, and threw her phone into her pink Kate Spade purse. Only about five seconds later, she heard 'Love Song' coming from inside her purse. She muttered loudly, and let it ring. She was trying her hardest to not be late for class. Not that she really wanted to go to it, though. It was Spanish. Cara, not being a huge fan of Spanish, almost disliked it as much as chemistry. Well...ok. That wasn't true. Chemistry was about a zillion times worse than Spanish was. Again, she heard her phone ringing in her purse. She was about ten seconds from throwing it into a bush, but then figured out it was her text message ring, and not her calling ring. She quickly looked at the text message, and it was just from her older brother. It was just some stupid forwarding messages that no one ever really reads unless they're really bored.

Finally, after what seemed like three and a half years, she made it to the grounds so that she could hurry to class. As she quickly walked, her tossed her hair up into a pony tail much like she'd wear to her dance class. That wasn't anything too new, though. Cara always did that when she thought she was running late. This way, it looked like she had been practicing dance early this morning. Of course, she really had, but then brushed her hair and such. So, really, this just made her look silly. Not that she cared that much, she still thought she looked pretty good. She quickly put on her pink sunglasses, because the sun was really bothering her eyes. It wasn't really her eyes it was bothering, more like her contacts. All the same, her sunglasses made it so her eyes didn't get too dry.

Cara waved to a few people that were also running to class, but did not stop to say hi to anyone. She did not think she had the time to. So, it was very odd to her when she got to the class room and noticed that no one else but one other person was in there. She looked at the clock on the wall in the hall, and saw that her watch was quite off. Sighing, she walked into the class room, still wearing her sunglasses. She smiled when she saw Vanessa, her best friend, already sitting in the Spanish class room. "Vanessa!" Cara yelled happily and ran to sit next to her. "How are you? I feel like I haven't talked to you in ages!" She pulled her hair out of her ponytail. She figured she wouldn't need it up any longer.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

She was very happy to see that it was her best friend, Cara Donovan that had come through the door. Truthfully, she would've been glad to have someone to talk to, no matter what...well maybe with one exception. Thankfully, though, it was Cara. However, she was also a little surprised at her friend's early arrival. Cara was not exactly Miss Punctuality. It was also amusing to see that although they were both indoors, each girl was wearing a pair of sunglasses in their favorite colors. Trust them to do that. She waved and shouted, "Cara!" in response to the blonde girl yelling her own name as she walked in. Her grin widened as Cara sat down next to her and asked how she was. "I'm great, actually. I'm so glad to be back at GPA; everything's so fun here." she paused a little as she thought about the problem of her roommate. That wasn't exactly a fun situation. She'd much rather deal with that issue later. "Well, technically we haven't talked. We mostly texted, if you recall." she giggled.

Her eyes started to hurt a little as she tried to get the right light to see through her sunglasses. Nothing was really helping, so Vanessa pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head, wearing them indoors was a bit of an annoyance at times. "I hate it when you get like...a headache because you're wearing them indoors." she muttered. She looked back at Cara and asked, "How about you? Was your summer fun?"

Vanessa knew that Cara's family, at least where her step father was concerned, could sometimes get a little...complicated. So, she had decided to avoid the "How's your family?" question, and skip to the summer fun. Living in North Carolina had always seemed like a lot of fun; she herself had been down to the Outer Banks once or twice. The sun...the beach...the boys. Oh, the boys. "How's the boyfriend?" she added, giggling again.[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

Cara smiled widely at Vanessa telling her that she was doing very well. "I'm so glad that you're great! I know," She gave a smirk, "I missed GPA a lot, too. I kind of thought about it all Summer." She shrugged, and ran a hand though her hair. It was just a habbit of hers that she could not break. She started doing that when she was only about five or six years old. Some say it is a nervous habbit, but Cara disagrees with that. It wasn't that she did it when she was nervous, she just did it when she was thinking about something that she wished she wasn't. Shaking her head slightly, she nooded. "We did text a lot...but not enough!" She giggled, because it was true. They really hadn't talked, just texted. "I was going to invite you over my house for a week over the Summer but," Cara paused for a second. She was about to say, 'But my step-dad would never let me do that', but stopped herself in time to say, "But I was just too busy with work to even see my family most of the time!"

At first, Cara wondered what Vanessa was talking about when she said she was getting a headache. But, then it clicked she was talking about wearing sunglasses indoors. Cara kind of forgot that her pink ones were even still on her. "I forgot mine were even on1" She said, and laughed at her blondeness. She quickly placed them onto of her head, where they always tended to be when they were not covering her eyes. Even sometimes in the Winter, Cara would wear them out, just because she loved them so much she couldn't find it in herself to just use them in the Summer time. Some people find this to be a bit strange, but others know that Cara is just a bit weird at times, and don't really care that she is wearing sunglasses in the middle of a snow storm.

"Mu Summer?" Cara asked, and smiled a little bit, "It was really good for the most part. I spent the whole time dancing, but what else is new? I got a job at a Summer camp for the arts, and was a dance teacher there. It didn't pay well, and the hours were very long, but I still had a lot of fun." It was when Vanessa said something about her 'boyfriend' that her smile turned into a little bit of a frown. "There is no more boyfriend." She said, and looked a little sad to even admit that, "He said that he really liked me, but liked someone else even more." Sighing, she looked out the window for a second, before looking back at her best friend. "What about you, Vanessa?" Her frown turned right back into a smile, "How was your Summer!?"

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

As Vanessa listened to Cara talk she pulled at a strand of her brown hair and began looping it around and around her fingers. An interesting thing about the two of them was that they both liked to play with their hair. Vanessa's own reason for fiddling with her locks was because it was something she did when she was feeling a little anxious. And right now she kind of was, because it was her first day of classes; mostly she wanted to twirl her hair around her fingers because she needed something to do with her hands while she listened. "Practically 100 texts a day isn't enough?" she chuckled and rolled her eyes. "It's all right, maybe you should come up to the City sometime this summer, or even over one of our vacations, if we can manage it. Give you a taste of some of the tough city grit." she laughed slightly. Even though some New Yorkers really did have the grit, Vanessa didn't quite possess that. She was a bit too naive, innocent, and sheltered.

Oh Cara... she thought to herself as she shook her head. Apparently her sunglasses comment had thrown her off a bit. She watched the pieces click in her friend's head as she realized she was talking about. "Just because you grew up wearing them in all that Southern sunshine doesn't mean we all can stand them 24/7." she teased her, adding a friendly poke to the girl's side.

"A camp for the arts? Sounds like a GPA for the summertime. I wonder if there's one in NYC..." Truthfully, Vanessa probably didn't need to work all that much. But practicing her acting over the summer was a very tempting option. Her thoughts of reading Shakespeare in the sun were halted abruptly when Cara's smile dropped a little. Vanessa quit playing with her hair and focused more closely on her friend. "That's awful...want me to go get him?" she asked with a grin, raising her eyebrows. Vanessa looked like the only thing she could take on would be a ten year old. And only if they were rather short.

"My summer was pretty much the same as always, you know? We visited my grandmother in Tennesse in June. She still calls me Serena." Vanessa's nose wrinkled a little as she said it. While many would say Serena is a beautiful name, it seemed too...fancy for herl a too big name for a girl who was just a little too young for it. Vanessa was much more comfortable to her, and almost as soon as she'd been able to talk she'd insisted upon using it as her first name.

"Then we went to France in July and I couldn't understand a single thing they were saying!" she grinned sheepishly. "But I did get some nice dresses, I'll have to show you them when you stop by my room." As long as Taylor isn't there... she added silently. "And finally I just spent August at home in the City. Which probably wasn't a good idea, it was so hot out!"[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

Cara watched as Vanessa played with her brown hair. She knew her friend only did this when she was getting a little to anxious about something. She did not know really what she was anxious about this time. She figured it must have something to di with school getting started, and the whole new-roommate thing. Cara was even a tiny bit anxious about that, but she didn't really show it. "No," she said finally, "100 texts a day isn't nearly enough! It should have been more like 900 a day! I miss you too much!" She heard Vanessa say she should come to the city, and she nodded. "I would love to go to the city again! The last time I went was last Summer when my mom took Alexis, Tailor and I to go see HairSpray. We'll have to do that! Oh," Cara said, and grinned, "Then you'll have to come to the country and go horse back riding with me! Don't worry," She smiled, "You can ride one of our nice ones, I wouldn't give you Snickers..." She looked quickly at the scar on her arm from that evil horse, that her step-dad loves.

"I was just like a GPA, but for really little kids. I had four, five, six, seven, and twelve year olds. It was really interesting to teach such young kids!" Cara started to play with her blonde hair again."I bet there's one in New York City! There has to be!" She knew for a fact that there was. She had been offered a spot on a New York City Teenage Dance Team for the Summer, but she said no. She wanted to stay close to her house, her mom and sisters. "Get him?" Cara asked, and looked at Vanessa with a look. "Sure, ok. You get him, and I'll watch. In fact, "She smirked, "We should let everyone watch Vanessa Marymount take on a Foot-Ball player. Yep." She giggled, "Just kidding." She was really one to talk. She could never take on anyone that huge either. "I think Rhyan might kill him, though." She chuckled at the thought of her big brother beating up Kaiden. Rhyan could knock him out in one little punch.

"I love the name Serena, it's so beautiful!" Cara stated, and nodded, "But, I do know what it is like to have a Grandmother call you by a name that you don't like..." Cara lowered her voice before saying, "My Nana still calls me 'Caroyn', even though I tell her that it's Cara..." Truth be told, no one at GPA even knew that Cara is short for Carolyn...except for Vanessa, that it. It's not like she hates the name Carolyn or anything. When she was a baby, her dad used to call her 'Cara' for short, and the nick name stuck. When he died, she made everyone call her Cara. It was more for her dad than anyone else. He had once told her that he had always loved the name Cara, and wished that Jessica, her mother, had just named her that. Understanding that her daughter would rather be called Cara, she made all her documents say that for school, dance, etc.

"Ahhh, Tu ne parles pas de francais, Vanessa?" Cara asked, and giggled. Cara's mom's family is from France, so Cara knows french pretty well. Not as well as her little sister, but still pretty well. "I would guess the City would bve hot. Next Summer you have to come to my house and swim on our beach!" No, they did not own the beach, but their house was about a half of second away from one. So, they got into a bad habbit of calling it theirs. "That way you can be hot under the sun, but have the water right there!" Cara thought for a moment, "As long as you don't mind hott guys waiting on us the whole time?" She said and winked. "New dresses!?" She asked, and smiled, "Well, thank God we're basically the same size, then!!"

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

She rolled her blue-green eyes in response to Cara demanding 900 texts a day. Truthfully, she had missed her as well, but…900?! She was pretty sure her fingers would fall off. "Hairspray? Ooh I love Broadway shows. And Broadway itself. That's so where I'm going as soon as I'm out of here. Albeit in like…another two years." she giggled. "Well, either that or the movies, but either way is good. I won’t be picky." Vanessa was relatively sure that her future would work out exactly the way she'd planned it-becoming a famous teenage actress as soon as she graduated. It wasn’t arrogance, not exactly. It was just that it was what she wanted and she knew she’d fight like anything to get it. "Anyways, I think they're showing Wicked this summer, we should see that. Its another really good one, in case you haven’t seen it." she suggested. "I hope you don't mind not giving me the candy snickers either. It's not one of my favorites..." She admitted, wrinkling her nose as she thought about it. She caught Cara's glance at the scar on her arm, and knew that it had come from the very same horse, that infamous Snickers. Vanessa didn't quite get why you'd keep a horse that hurt a child. What if it hurt her, or another one, again? However, she did know about Cara's...odd step-father, so figured he was probably the one who owned the horse. Vanessa really didn’t like him much.

"I'll have Piper look into an NYC acting camp when I go home for a vacation," she promised. Vanessa honestly wouldnt know where to look, and Piper was a sort of "personal assistant" of hers, so she might as well give her something to do.Technically, she was more of a glorified babysitter. She always felt a little guilty about bossing her around, but Vanessa's parents didn't like her going around "unprotected" and Piper was always eager to do the littlest things for her. Piper was supposed to help protect Vanessa, but she was even shorter than he was. Who'd she be able to take down?

Her smile widened into a grin at the promise of being able to "take down" Kaiden. "You can film too. And sell tickets to the show." she began throwing fake little punches that like a boxer before he walked into the ring. "Aw..." she pouted, letting her fists drop as she pretended to be sad on taking on Cara's ex-boyfriend. "Rhyan always steals all the fun."

Vanessa's teal eyes made another rolling circuit when Cara complimented her on her name. "You and everyone else." she muttered. Honestly, it made her sound like such a priss. She smiled a little as Cara reminded her of her own name problems. "Yeah, I guess we're both just stuck that way." she shrugged. Truth be told, her reason for not being called by her first name was a little silly compared to Cara's. But she sure as hell wasn't about to go around as Serena anytime soon.

It took Vanessa a few moments to remember her response to Cara's-and anyone else's-French. Curse her for knowing it... "Je...ne parle pas le Français. Et je com-comprends un peu." That was pretty much the extent of what she'd learnt over the summer. Not surprisingly, she had ended up repeating it a lot. Vanessa brightened up at the promise of swimming on the Donovans' beach. Swimming in the City was rather limited, unless you had a pool, and there was hardly any fun in that after the first week or so. "Do you think I'd mind?" she asked, winking back. "And yes...I happen to have a pink one, too."[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

"Well," Cara laughed, "I sort of figured you loved Broadway plays. I was so shocked that I didn't even see you there! In fact, I told my mom, Tailor, and Alexis that if a random girl who the audience jumps up on stage and random starts saying everyone's lines, that it would be you." She giggled again, and nodded at Vanessa's comment on them seeing Wicked. "I would love to see that! I've read the book a few times, but I've always wanted to see it on stage! One of my ballet songs is 'For Good.' It's my favorite Wicked song." Cara agreed to Vanessa saying that she didn't really like the candy snickers either. It used to be on of Cara's all time favorites, until her step-father, Daniel, banned chocolate from their house. Then, the thought of it made her sick. Of course, that didn't mean they still didn't have chocolate from time to time. Alexis and Cara always found ways to sneak it into their house every now and again. It just...had to be when he wasn't home. Cara saw Vanessa look at her when she looked at the scar on her arm. That made her blush a little, because she didn't want her best friend to think anything of it-it was nothing huge. Just a few stiches.

"You better have her, because you'd be amazing at it!" Cara commented, and smiled. "But it might have to wait until ya know...after we've spet all Summer together." It was rather odd for Cara to hear someone talk about a 'personal assistant', 'babysitter', 'chaperone', whatever you wanted to call it. Sure, her random new nannie she had once a week would do a few things for her, but never go look for a dance camp or anything. Daniel always told them that they were only to listen to him and and Jessica. Not that Cara really got the bad end of the deal, she was always in a dance class, so she didn't have to just sit around the house ans do nothing like the rest of them did.

"I don't think I'd be a great filmer, Nessa." Cara rasied her eye brows, thinking about the time she dropped the video camera into the lake, because she wanted to see if it could float. It wasn't her fault, really...but someone had told her that it would float, so she was just making sure...."Rhyan only gets to punch this one dude because ya'll are too short!" Cara put a hand over her mouth. When she was at GPA, she liked to keep her Southern Accent down to a minium. It was kind of embrassing, and hated it when people mocked it. Not that she could help it all the time, she grew up with one, but saying things like 'dude' and 'ya'll' gave it away most of the time. Oops! Cara failed to act like nothing had happened...maybe that's why she had to go into dance...because she acting sucks!

She sighed at Vanessa's lovely french. "Honestly..." She muttered, then added, "Je tu enseignerai le francais, Vanessa, ne s'inquiète pas." She grinned, "That's 'I'll teach you french, Vanessa, don't worry.' " Cara smiled at her best friend smiling about swimming on the beach. "Oh good! Then you'll just have to come! You really, really will! That way you can meet everyone! Oh they'll just love you!" When she heard Vanessa say she had a pink one, Cara's smile grew, "What the hell are we doing in Spanish class then!? You have to show me like...now!"

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

Vanessa blushed a little when Cara informed her of what she had told her sisters. Sometimes Cara was just too dang right about things. Okay, so she hadn't ever actually jumped up on the stage. There was just that one time she had corrected one of Maria's lines during "The Sound of Music" when she was like...six. But that didnt mean she was about to jump onstage! Unless they'd let her. If they let her, she'd be there in a second. She smiled at the thought of being able to stand on the Broadway stage in her own right. The lights on her, people cheering as she finished each scene or song. The thought of it was almost intoxicating.

Her smile widened from Cara's compliment. "Aw, thanks Cara. And I'll be sure to make sure she checks out like...um...the last camp time?" she said, wondering if camps worked like that. If not, she would gladly give up acting training to spend time with Cara. Her acting was incredibly important to her...but she had the Academy for that. And summer should be spent with friends, relaxing. It was amazing how Vanessa could want something so badly and yet be willing to look away from it for the sake of her friends. Of course in the back of her mind she hoped that whatever she chose to do didn't affect her future; but in reality friends were above all. They gave her a sense of belonging that almost equaled what she got on the stage. There, she connected with people. In the real world, she loved it when people, like Cara, did the same for her.

"Cara, you still have your cute accent!" Vanessa giggled as she poked her blonde friend. She herself had a bit of an accent, it was slightly New Yorker, but a bit more high brow because she generally wasn't walking around in Brooklyn or anything like that. Her parents didn't like her straying that far from the Upper East Side. She couldn't exactly blame them; she did watch the news every once in a while and get more than a little scared when a crime occurred a bit too close to where she lived.

It was a good thing Cara translated her own French so quickly, because otherwise Vanessa might have just about passed out. She really didn't like to speak French. So many vowel sounds in one word...it was madness! "Er...um...that's okay, Cara. I don't want to trouble you with such a...trivial thing like teaching me French!" she chuckled nervously, twirling a strand of her hair. Her nervousness evaporated as soon as the subject was moved on to her staying with the Donovans. "Really? They'll like the strange New York girl who-" she stopped as Cara screamed about a pink dress. "Because, Cara, we can't skip our first class!"[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

Cara could not help but giggle a little at Vanessa's confusion about camp stuff. It was rather funny that she had no idea. Well, ok, it wasn't too funny, but to her it was. Even when she was just around three or four her mother made her go to dance camp. It was just something she was used to doing. Now, she even is a teacher at a dance camp. She figured that they'd let her take the Summer off, though. Even the lady in charge, Lisa, knows that Vanessa is Cara's best friend. She caught Cara texting her too many times to count. Cara always just told her that she had to...because if she didn't Vanessa would think she was dead or something. Lisa always let it slide, because she knew she couldn't find a jazz or tap teacher like Miss Cara. Plus, spending the whole Summer with her best friend sounded so much more fun than going to camp for nine hours every day. Maybe they could even spend half the Summer in New York, and the other half on Cara's beach house in North Carolina. She wished she could spend the whole Summer in New York...but she knew she'd miss Alexis and Tailor too much. So, she figured she could miss them for half the Summer.

"Oh shush about my accent. I can't help it!" Her cheeks turned bright red. Her accent was really something she couldn't stand. She wasn't as bad as Alexis, though. She always sounded like she belonged down South. "You have a New York accent." Cara said, giggling and poked her back. "But," She paused for a moment, "All of ya'll have accents to me." She groaned, having her 'ya'll' slip again. Oh well...if she couldn't be her Southern self around her best friend...who could she be that with? She shrugged to herself, and thought she must look like an idiot doing that. Cara guessed Vanessa was so used to her doing weird things, though. It was just something she did from time to time!

"I'm not the one to teach you, anyways." She rolled her eyes, "Alexis is. She's the French freak. I swear...she speaks it like she lives in France." She shook her blonde head. She hated being second best to her little sister. It wasn't something she was really used to. "To answer your question," She looked right at her, "They'd love to have some strange New York girl in our house..." She wasn't kidding. Jessica loves anyone who walks into their home. Daniel..well...he'd get over it. He let Rhyan and his girlfriend stay with them...and if he let him do that, Vanessa would be like the Queen of England. "And," she laughed again, "We could totally skip class! It'd be fun! Plus, we'd be doing it for a good reason. They couldn't be mad if it was for a good reason. Right?" She really did think she was right. Getting a dress was way more important than speaking Spanish (to Cara, anyways). "I mean, we can learn Spanish anytime...we can only wear these dresses while they're in style!" She jumped up, then sat back down. "But...you're not going to let me go...are you?" She pouted, and looked at her best friend.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

"Well, hush about mine then, Miss Donovan. I can't help it either, you know!" She turned slightly pink herself, but remained smiling even as she was 'ruthlessly' poked. Vanessa gave Cara another playful one, her face already returning to normal. As opposed to Cara, she didn't mind her accent all that much. This could partially be because it wasn't as strong. But it told people where she was from, just like Cara's did...but was that such a bad thing? Being able to take a little bit of your home wherever you went in your speech? She loved New York, being associated with it made her feel happy that people recognized where she came from. That was one part of acting she loved working on-managing accents. If she could sound like a different person from a different place...well, iit was an amusing time. Turning back to her friend, Vanessa chuckled as Cara shrugged to herself, wondering exactly what it was that her friend had been arguing or conversing with herself about. Probably accent related.

"I love Alexis, and you know that. She's adorable. No matter how much she speaks that awful language...I mean...no, I'm serious." she said the last bit partly joking, but learning French had really been bumped down on her list since her trip to France. By a lot. A trip to the Donovans would be ten times better. They spoke English!...Well, in Alexis' case, mostly. "Oh, so now I'm strange and from New York? Huh...I was under the impression that those things were synonomous...Silly me?" Her last part was slightly cut off by Cara's distraction over the dresses. It was a mark of how close the friends were that when Cara leaped up to get the dresses, Vanessa's hand was partially reaching out to pull her back down. And just as she got close enough to pull her, Cara sat down all by herself. Amazing how those things work. "That's right." Vanessa replied, knowing that Cara already knew that would be the answer that she would get. Her next, however, might not have been.

She found herself looking around a little bit and sighing. Still just the two of them in the class. "But if our teacher doesn't get here soon, I think we should skip. Well, not really skip since she isn't here...I mean...I don't wanna just sit in the class waiting for her and not learning anything about Spanish, as fun as talking to you is." she giggled a little. "Or when I could be letting my best friend steal a new dress....er, borrow."[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

"Loving Alexis and living with Alexis are two very different, things, Miss Serena Marymount." Cara giggled, and leaned back in her chair. "French really isn't all that evil...unless of course you're a freaky Spanish lover like you are. I mean, I would have totally rather of taken french...but oh well. I wanted to be in your class," she paused for a second, "As weird as that may sound." She laughed at herself again as Vanessa said something about the word strange. Oh well. By that time she was already up and down again. It was really weird how much the two girls knew each other. It was like they always knew what each other were thinking. It wasn't as if it was new to either one of them. They've been like that for a while now. It really was just a matter of time before it got scary. Cara and Alexis can finish each other's sentences without even saying anything. That scares people. Sometimes they do it just to freak people out. The more Cara thought about it, the more she thought it would be really cool if her and Vanessa could do that. It really was only a matter or time.

Of the two of them, Vanessa was the smarter one. In most things, not just school work. So, when she heard Miss Vanessa Marymount say that she would indeed skip, Cara's mouth fell open. She was in total shock at her friend's words. "So, if the teacher doesn't show up within like...the next three seconds we can go back to your dorm room and I can take your new dress?" She smiled, then added, "Or borrow...sure. If that's what you wanna call it, anyways." Of course she'd never in a million years steal anything from her best friend...it really was just borrowing for an extremely long time. That's how she looked at it. Cara saw Vanessa look around the room, and she did too. It was weird that no other students were there. Spanish was a popular language class, and it was rare that not at least ten students were in the class already. "Class started two minutes ago, V." Cara smiled, "I don't think anyone is coming. Let's go. Please?"

It would be Cara's dream to only have to go to one class a day- dance. She didn't know why she even had to go to classes such as Spanish and History. She was not going to use them in life. It seemed really pointless to her. Plus, the History teacher scared her out of her mind. She could see where she'd use math. You need to used math in order to dance. As weird as that sounded, she knew it was true. Cara stood up, and this time grabbed Vanessa's hand and pulled her up with her. "Come on, V, please? I'll be your best friend..." She giggled, and gave her a sad puppy dog look.

[S. Vanessa Marymount]

Vanessa's eyes narrowed in a not-so-joking way. Miss Serena Marymount? Best friend or not, nobody called her Serena. It's just the way things were. She was about to administer a not so nice poke or shove off the stool when she started to laugh at the expression on Cara's face at her own comment about leaving if the teacher didn't get her multi-lingual butt into the room. It was true though that Vanessa really wasn't prone to things like this. It must be something in the Kansas City air. Like lack of pollution. She sighed and put her head in her hand, leaning her elbow against the desk as she once more surveyed the room, just making sure. Cara had a point, class had started two minutes ago and no one else seemed to be getting to the room in a hurry. Or if they were, they were really bad at hurrying.

"Well...I guess so. After all no one's here except for us." Vanessa stood up, picked up her purse, and slid her sunglasses back on her face. Might as well look presentable. After Cara's "I'll be your best friend!" comment, she turned around, and pulled her sunglasses down her nose so that she was peering at the blonde from over the rims. Her blue-green eyes widened in mock surprise: "Girl I thought who already was my best friend say what?" she quipped with a giggle. Vanessa had seen that on some TV show and decided she liked it. "Honestly Miss Carolyn Donovan" she began with a wicked little smile as she used Cara's own first name. She did enjoy getting back at her friends in teasing ways the girl had a bit of a devilish streak at times, "you'd think that you were my enemy or something the way you steal my clothes all the time. Definitely not already my best friend."

Vanessa, out of habit, then looked around the room once more. Was the teacher really not about to jump otu and tell them they had failed a "dont skip class" test? She really was a bit of a goody two shoes, worrying so much. Part of her was nagging her beyond belief that as soon as she and Cara opened the door to go head outside, the teacher would be right there glaring at them. With a ruler to hit them with. Well, maybe not glaring and definitely not with a ruler. From what she had heard, Campbell was pretty nice. She'd never had her, but would like to believe that was true. This did not actually do much to assuage her fears, so she still seemed a little nervous. Maybe more than a little. "Well, we should probably get going, C. I don't wanna get caught in the halls...then again, if anyone asks, we can inform them of the honest truth that our teacher didn't show up so we went back to our dorms..." she mused outloud.[/color]

[Cara Donovan]

"Sorry," Cara said, and gave her bestie a sad smile, "I know you hate it when I -or anyone- calls you that." She really felt bad, because she thought that she just hurt Vanessa's feelings. That was the last thing she wanted to do. How the hell could you start the school year off when your best friend is all pissed off at you? That oddly happened to Cara when she was in the 8th grade. Sarah, Cara's best friend in the 8th grade, had gotten so mad at Cara on the first day because Cara's school uniform skirt was about an inch shorter than hers. Cara never got why this bothered Sarah so much...but it did and she didn't speak to Cara for a whole year. Then, when Miss Donovan's birthday was coming up, Sarah started to get close to her again. She figured it was just so she'd be invited to Cara's Huge Birthday Bash that she had every year. It really was a "must be seen at" event. Well, or so her old school said. Was Sarah invited? Of course she was....everyone was. But, after that little drama, Cara has always tried to start the school year off right.

"Who would have thought that we'd really be the only ones who bothered to show up? I mean....why did I even bother to roll out of bed for nothing." She had even set her alarm for an hour earlier than normal and everything. Of course, this really was needed for all the stuff she needed to do in the morning. This extra hour was for her hair an makeup; forty-five minutes were to make sure that her clothes were just right; three minutes were to get her purse read for the day; two minutes were to try to find her favorite pink sunglasses; and the other ten minutes were to get to class somewhat on time. She didn't really care if she was a few minutes late...but oh well. That stuff just happens sometimes. "Must you talk like Hannah?" Cara asked, and laughed, "Plus, that was a joke, V. You've always been my best friend here. You know that, silly." When Vanessa called her Carolyn, it was her turn to glare at her best friend. "Don't call me that." She tried not to sound too mad. Truth be told, it kind of hurt her when people called her that...but she wasn't about to bring that up. Not now, anyways. "I do not always steal your clothes! Plus, you steal mine sometimes." The girls were very similar in size, except that Vanessa was just a tiny bit taller than Cara....but that didn't really matter too much.

Cara placed her pink sunglasses on. The girls were really too much alike sometimes...it was scary. "We won't get caught...and if we do....really. Who cares?" She giggled. She knew that even if someone caught them and they didn't 'buy' the whole "But there was no teacher"....Cara knew that their parents could get them out of trouble no problem. In fact, Cara's mom and Dan had to get her out of some trouble in the ninth grade. Oops! "You're right, V...ket;s get out of here." Cara giggled again, and ran out of Spanish Room.

((Rachie go make a post in your dorm. XD))