Post by ghostie on Sept 1, 2011 22:08:16 GMT -5
Summary- Sunny meets an unlikely friend at school.
AN: Hi guys, I'm Sophie, or Soph (or even Party Poison, if you prefer), the latest really cool member of the site. This is my first fic on this site; I hope you like. :3
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Chapter 1
The snowdrifts on the ground crunched under Sunny’s sneakers with each step she took toward the door of the main building. The cold New England air came swooping at her, causing her to shiver and pull her fleece jacket tighter around her body. She could have also been shivering from nervousness, for it was her first day at Boston Arts Academy and her first month in Boston at all.
Keeping her eyes focused on her feet, for at this moment she was a victim of shyness, as one is entitled to be on his or her first day of high school, she continued to trek across the front lawn. She soon reached the large, stone-and-glass building that would be her new school. Sunny heaved a sigh, and followed the wave of students through the large glass doors.
After finding a suitable alcove to stand in and attempt to find out where she was supposed to be, she withdrew her neatly folded class schedule from her jacket pocket.
Geometry...Room 212. Now how am I supposed to get there? she wondered.
Suddenly, the door behind her opened and she was nearly knocked over by the guy emerging from the men’s room.
“Oh...sorry,” Sunny said. She looked him up and down, taking in the ripped jeans, the Nike shoes, the Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt.
“It’s cool,” the boy said nonchalantly, adjusting his backpack. “You okay?”
“Yeah, thanks,” she replied. “Hey, um...do you have any idea where room 212 is? I’m new and I have no idea where I’m going.” Sunny giggled.
“That’s the...Geometry room? Sorry, I don’t really pay attention to these types of things.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to have Geometry first, according to this.” She gestured to the folded piece of paper in her hands.
The boy’s face lit up. “Great! I’m going there right now. Come with me.” He gently grabbed her arm and started to guide her down the hall through the sea of people on their way to class.
As they made their way towards room 212, the boy gave Sunny a little tour of the school, pointing out people or classrooms that were important as they passed by. She was stunned by how many of the people he seemed to know. Sunny had never been good with names, and she had no idea how anyone could be able to remember so many names and faces. But her guide seemed to be quite the popular kid. Nearly every other person greeted him as they passed.
“And there’s the water fountain, very important, since it’s one of the only two on this side of the building,” he said, pointing toward an alcove across from what looked like a cafeteria.
After rounding a corner and passing a few rows of lockers, they came to a glass door marked 212. Sunny took a deep breath and prepared to be judged by the awaiting students as her companion pushed the metal bar, opening the door.
If one could pick a single word to describe room 212, it would be ‘white’. The desks were all a crisp white, as were the chairs accompanying them, and three of the walls were white. The remaining wall was completely glass, giving one a view of the white world of snow outside. One of the only things that was not white was the floor, which consisted of a gray-blue carpet.
Sunny walked into the room, as her new friend held the door open for her. After mumbling a “thanks” to him, she faced the dilemma of where to sit amongst the twelve students who had already arrived. This problem was soon solved for her, as he sat down in the third row of desks and motioned for her to sit to his right. She smiled, and gladly did so.
Just as she had gotten her textbook and pencils onto her desk, the teacher strode into the classroom after the last few kids. He was a rather short man who looked to be in his mid forties. As he saw that all of his students were present, he smiled, and once the bell finished ringing, began class.
“Hello, students, I hope you enjoyed your winter break. We have a lot of work to do now that we’re back.”
A series of groans came from the students.
“Hey, hey, don’t do that! We’re still going to have a lot of fun in this class, all right? Now, I’ve heard that we have a new student with us today. Is...” he regarded his class list, “...Sunny here?”
“Um...hi,” Sunny said, giving a small wave. Everyone turned to look at her.
“Ah, Sunny. I’m Mr. Carey, your new math teacher. It’s great to have you here at B.A.A., or, as I like to call it, the school of the sheep. Ba-a-a-a!” He cleared his throat. “Please excuse my nuttiness. Sometimes I’m a little bit too much of a jokester.”
Sunny smiled. “It’s fine. I’ve seen worse cases.”
Mr. Carey gave little chuckle, and adjusted his glasses. “Well, that makes me feel a bit better about myself. You’ve got all your materials for school?”
She nodded politely.
“Fantastic. Then we’re all set for this semester. Okay, everyone, let’s get started with Geometry, shall we?”
After class, Sunny caught up with the guy with the Avenged Sevenfold shirt.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi,” he replied. “Where to next?”
“Um...it looks like Biology.”
“Okay, that’s on the way to my photography class, so I can walk you there,” he said, smiling.
“Cool.” She smiled back. “You do photography?”
“Mm-hmm. But don’t tell anyone,” he replied with a wink.
Sunny laughed a little. “I draw sometimes. That’s why I came to this school.”
“Are you good?” her friend asked as they began to head down the hall again.
“I don’t know; I guess I’m alright,” she replied modestly, brushing her ash-blonde hair out of her eyes.
“You should show me some drawings sometime. “
“Maybe. If you show me some of your photos.”
“It’s a deal,” he said, holding out his hand. She shook it.
They reached the door to Sunny’s next class, and the boy stopped in front of the glass door.
“Well,” he announced, “here we are. Have fun in Biology.”
“I’ll try,” she replied.
He started to continue down the hall, then turned on his heel as if he had forgotten something. “We were never formally introduced. Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
She giggled, and then answered, “Sunny. Sunny Baudelaire.”
His expression suddenly turned from a joking one to one of shock. “Wh-what did you say?”
Sunny gave him a quizzical look. “I said my name is Sunny Baudelaire. What’s yours?”
He took a small step back from her.
“I’m Jake,” he said slowly. “Jake Squalor.”
AN: Hi guys, I'm Sophie, or Soph (or even Party Poison, if you prefer), the latest really cool member of the site. This is my first fic on this site; I hope you like. :3
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Chapter 1
The snowdrifts on the ground crunched under Sunny’s sneakers with each step she took toward the door of the main building. The cold New England air came swooping at her, causing her to shiver and pull her fleece jacket tighter around her body. She could have also been shivering from nervousness, for it was her first day at Boston Arts Academy and her first month in Boston at all.
Keeping her eyes focused on her feet, for at this moment she was a victim of shyness, as one is entitled to be on his or her first day of high school, she continued to trek across the front lawn. She soon reached the large, stone-and-glass building that would be her new school. Sunny heaved a sigh, and followed the wave of students through the large glass doors.
After finding a suitable alcove to stand in and attempt to find out where she was supposed to be, she withdrew her neatly folded class schedule from her jacket pocket.
Geometry...Room 212. Now how am I supposed to get there? she wondered.
Suddenly, the door behind her opened and she was nearly knocked over by the guy emerging from the men’s room.
“Oh...sorry,” Sunny said. She looked him up and down, taking in the ripped jeans, the Nike shoes, the Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt.
“It’s cool,” the boy said nonchalantly, adjusting his backpack. “You okay?”
“Yeah, thanks,” she replied. “Hey, um...do you have any idea where room 212 is? I’m new and I have no idea where I’m going.” Sunny giggled.
“That’s the...Geometry room? Sorry, I don’t really pay attention to these types of things.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to have Geometry first, according to this.” She gestured to the folded piece of paper in her hands.
The boy’s face lit up. “Great! I’m going there right now. Come with me.” He gently grabbed her arm and started to guide her down the hall through the sea of people on their way to class.
As they made their way towards room 212, the boy gave Sunny a little tour of the school, pointing out people or classrooms that were important as they passed by. She was stunned by how many of the people he seemed to know. Sunny had never been good with names, and she had no idea how anyone could be able to remember so many names and faces. But her guide seemed to be quite the popular kid. Nearly every other person greeted him as they passed.
“And there’s the water fountain, very important, since it’s one of the only two on this side of the building,” he said, pointing toward an alcove across from what looked like a cafeteria.
After rounding a corner and passing a few rows of lockers, they came to a glass door marked 212. Sunny took a deep breath and prepared to be judged by the awaiting students as her companion pushed the metal bar, opening the door.
If one could pick a single word to describe room 212, it would be ‘white’. The desks were all a crisp white, as were the chairs accompanying them, and three of the walls were white. The remaining wall was completely glass, giving one a view of the white world of snow outside. One of the only things that was not white was the floor, which consisted of a gray-blue carpet.
Sunny walked into the room, as her new friend held the door open for her. After mumbling a “thanks” to him, she faced the dilemma of where to sit amongst the twelve students who had already arrived. This problem was soon solved for her, as he sat down in the third row of desks and motioned for her to sit to his right. She smiled, and gladly did so.
Just as she had gotten her textbook and pencils onto her desk, the teacher strode into the classroom after the last few kids. He was a rather short man who looked to be in his mid forties. As he saw that all of his students were present, he smiled, and once the bell finished ringing, began class.
“Hello, students, I hope you enjoyed your winter break. We have a lot of work to do now that we’re back.”
A series of groans came from the students.
“Hey, hey, don’t do that! We’re still going to have a lot of fun in this class, all right? Now, I’ve heard that we have a new student with us today. Is...” he regarded his class list, “...Sunny here?”
“Um...hi,” Sunny said, giving a small wave. Everyone turned to look at her.
“Ah, Sunny. I’m Mr. Carey, your new math teacher. It’s great to have you here at B.A.A., or, as I like to call it, the school of the sheep. Ba-a-a-a!” He cleared his throat. “Please excuse my nuttiness. Sometimes I’m a little bit too much of a jokester.”
Sunny smiled. “It’s fine. I’ve seen worse cases.”
Mr. Carey gave little chuckle, and adjusted his glasses. “Well, that makes me feel a bit better about myself. You’ve got all your materials for school?”
She nodded politely.
“Fantastic. Then we’re all set for this semester. Okay, everyone, let’s get started with Geometry, shall we?”
After class, Sunny caught up with the guy with the Avenged Sevenfold shirt.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi,” he replied. “Where to next?”
“Um...it looks like Biology.”
“Okay, that’s on the way to my photography class, so I can walk you there,” he said, smiling.
“Cool.” She smiled back. “You do photography?”
“Mm-hmm. But don’t tell anyone,” he replied with a wink.
Sunny laughed a little. “I draw sometimes. That’s why I came to this school.”
“Are you good?” her friend asked as they began to head down the hall again.
“I don’t know; I guess I’m alright,” she replied modestly, brushing her ash-blonde hair out of her eyes.
“You should show me some drawings sometime. “
“Maybe. If you show me some of your photos.”
“It’s a deal,” he said, holding out his hand. She shook it.
They reached the door to Sunny’s next class, and the boy stopped in front of the glass door.
“Well,” he announced, “here we are. Have fun in Biology.”
“I’ll try,” she replied.
He started to continue down the hall, then turned on his heel as if he had forgotten something. “We were never formally introduced. Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
She giggled, and then answered, “Sunny. Sunny Baudelaire.”
His expression suddenly turned from a joking one to one of shock. “Wh-what did you say?”
Sunny gave him a quizzical look. “I said my name is Sunny Baudelaire. What’s yours?”
He took a small step back from her.
“I’m Jake,” he said slowly. “Jake Squalor.”
*hopes he is the son of Jerome & Esme* Will Violet, Klaus and Beatrice II appear in this story, I wonder?
