Me: Cynical person who wants nothing to do with anything. She only puts up with this sh*t because Twyt WAS a decent person and a friend. Is Best Friend with Nikki.
Nikki: Fellow cynical person who wants nothing to do with anything. She puts up with it because Twyt and I were friends.
Twyt (pronounced 'twit'): The strange girl who decided that it would be a Good Idea and a Cool Thing to start a band in the first place. She has serious issues with admitting she's wrong, not good at something, and cannot change topics or be tactful if her life depended on it. All other Charries are friends of her (or, started out to be). Not the brightest bulb on the tree.
Apple: Hyper, artistic weirdo who is an excellent friend of Twyt's and at least knows every Charrie, if not has all of their phone numbers, the ultimate deciding factor in whether or not you are a 'Best Friend' or just a 'friend'. Is just as little tact as Twyt, and is goofy and hyper to the X-Treme. One sandwich short of a picnic.
Nevada: Bitch. Stuffy, whiny, piggy, a general brat. Convinced that she is good at everything. Incredibly self defensive when told she is wrong, or has to do something for the Greater Good.
Nightmare: Twyt's Best Friend. Is physical, loud, annoying, hyper, and stupid.
Lemur: Relatively new charrie, one that I've just met. As of now is considered funny, sane, artistic, quirky, and of abovet average intelligence. Starting to be very good friends with.
We got those all down? Refer back to this list for reference, this can get confusing.
It started about a month into school, in September. I had been carpooling Twyt to her house for a year now, so we were pretty good friends. Nikki had really started talking to her a while ago, so they new each other quite well.Twyt sat with us at out lunch table and ate with us, very clique-y.
Our table was three down from the B-Wing door, at the far end of the lunch room away from the lunch lines that sold bad hamburgers, nasty sandwiches, cookies, brownies, and pizza. Nikki and I had been sitting here since the second day of Sixth Grade (aka 'The Dark Ages'), so this was Our Table. I sat on the very end with my back to the door, Nikki sat across from me. These were seen as Our Seats. Anyone who took Our Seats were treated with heavy glares until they moved. This is what is was like at all of the tables. You sit here, I sit there. Newcomers are not tolerated. (Twyt, when she came, usually sat next to Nikki, diagonal from me.) The excuse "I got here first," does not apply.
Twyt told Nikki and me about her band idea. We nodded, but said no, thank you, we don't really want to join.
Couple days later, Apple and Nightmare show up. Huh. That's weird. Turns out Twyt had invited them to come sit with us so they could discuss Band St00f.
Twyt: "Ok. I'm the lead singer. Now. Who's playing guitar?"
Apple: "I am I am!"
Twyt: "Can you play guitar?"
*watch me fall off my chair*
Apple: "I'm going to be taking classes this summer!"
This goes on for a while. Arguments about the band's name, genre, colors, music videos (That's right. Music videos.), and member roles fly as Nikki and I try our hardest to ignore it all. All of this when there are no practices and no one can sing OR play.
Ugh. Whatever. I sometimes inject a snarky comment, but see no harm in it. After all, how bad could it be?
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Then, Nevada came.
*plays Jaws music*
She stole My Seat, MY SEAT!!!!!, and claimed it as her own. I had been sitting there for over a year! She picked fights with the other "members." She called Nightmare a bitch. She begged for money. She demanded that songs, genre, colors, and member roles be switched to suit her needs.
In response, Twyt decides to be an idiot. She writes up a contract for Nevada to sign. By signing it, Nevada says that she will never whine, call others names, miss a practice, argue, or inject input of any kind.
Nevada is the only person who has to agree to these terms.
Ok, that's enough. As much as I hate her, as bitchy as she is, that's not fair or legal in any shape or form. Nikki agrees.
So we tell Twyt, Apple, and Nightmare this. How your signature isn't viable until you're eighteen. How unfair and mean it is to ask Nevada to sign this. How much of a hate letter this is.
And what does Nevada do?
She starts repeating everything we say. "Yeah!" she sneered, "This is sooo mean! I can't believe you would do this to me! Ugh!"
The bitch was going to SIGN IT until we told her not to do it! She made us sound like we were on her side, but really, I personally was just against Twyt and the rest of the Trio of Terror. Nikki and I got up to leave, but Nevada came with us, still agreeing with everything we said, forcing the Trio to follow us outside to continue to try (and fail) to defend themselves.
Twyt stayed annoyed with me for days afterward. Nevada took to thanking us repeatedly for "defending her rights". The Band St00f became more and more heated, and the girls started yelling their opinions across the table. They tried to goad Nikki and me into arguing their points, of which no one had any.
Lunch was no longer anything to look forward to, so Nikki and I did the unthinkable:
We moved... to the Games Tables.
The Games Tables are across the MP room, opposite the B-Wing doors, directly in front of the Lunch Line door. The School collected games like Trouble, Connect 4, Pictionary, and Guess Who, and set them out on a large desk-like fold-out table. To sit there, you must be playing a game from the table.
These tables are not chic. These tables are not stylish. These are the last-resort tables, an entirely different clique. They are as separate as the different grades.
They are so separate, they don't have the same unwritten laws.
These tables are so strange, they don't know the Lunch Room Code of Conduct.
These tables are so odd, anyone can sit there, whether or not that seat is someone else's or not. If your seat is taken, you merely sit at a different Game Table.
It was the perfect plan.
No Twyt, Nightmare, Apple, or Nevada. No no one.
So Nikki and I moved.
We played Pictionary according to our rules. And it was fun. So we came back.
Meanwhile, more and more people were being added to the band. Since Nikki and I had invoked a rule saying that if we were not at The Table (as our past Seats were called), no Band St00f was to be discussed around us.
Ever.
So we were blissfully unaware of the growing storm across the MP room.
Eventually, Twyt came over to the Games Tables to ask us to come back. She said that she had evicted everyone from the Table. When we refused anyway, she sat down and joined in playing Guess Who. (gasp!) No band talk, just games.
Two weeks later, Apple joined us. Band St00f was hinted at, but never openly discussed. From the hints we gleaned that Nightmare was becoming more and more irritating, and the a girl named Lemur was being unfair.
Then Nightmare herself came. She only stayed long enough to angrily inquire as to what Twyt and Apple were doing, leaving the band and ignoring her.
Whaaat?
Turns out, Twyt and Apple had gotten annoyed at Lemur, saying that she was being unfair and separated, creating a new band of--- TWO PEOPLE!!! One can't sing, and one can't play! This is even more ridiculous than usual!!
I first met Lemur before all of this at the local church, where most of the kids who didn't walk home were picked up by their parents, as the church had for some reason let the school use their parking lot.
Mom was late, and it is a habit of mine, when I am bored, to chat with random people. Since Twyt drove home in Mom's car, she often chatted up random people with me.
So the victim this time was Lemur. We had a relatively short conversation, but long enough for me to notice that she was a) not an idiot, b) funny, and c) quirky. Twyt had apparently known her for a while, and they seemed pretty good friends. Since Nikki's mom wasn't usually late, she wasn't there when she talked.
The one vital piece of information that I didn't get from our conversation was that Lemur was in the Band!!!
So I go on for about a week and a half, cheerfully ignorant of all the chaos.
Then Lemur comes to me again at the church (before Twyt came) and started ranting about how awful Twyt was. How DARE she insult her friends like that!
Incidentally, Twyt had told me at lunch that she didn't know why Lemur wasn't speaking to her or Apple.
Apparently, Twyt had said something and accidentally insulted one of Lemur's friends without realizing it. So now Lemur was angry at Twyt, Twyt was confused, and I was to be the go-between.
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
(Insert drama)
Eventually, everything was sorted out. Lemur and Twyt are still annoyed at each other, but the band idea has been postponed until High School, when the ENTIRE THING will be done over again. Ah well. That gives me a year and a half to cement my new friendship with Lemur, spend some more time with Nikki, break off all ties with Twyt, Apple, Nightmare, and Nevada, and get good grades.
*sobb* I'm doomed...
*plays Jaws music*
She stole My Seat, MY SEAT!!!!!, and claimed it as her own. I had been sitting there for over a year! She picked fights with the other "members." She called Nightmare a bitch. She begged for money. She demanded that songs, genre, colors, and member roles be switched to suit her needs.
In response, Twyt decides to be an idiot. She writes up a contract for Nevada to sign. By signing it, Nevada says that she will never whine, call others names, miss a practice, argue, or inject input of any kind.
Nevada is the only person who has to agree to these terms.
Ok, that's enough. As much as I hate her, as bitchy as she is, that's not fair or legal in any shape or form. Nikki agrees.
So we tell Twyt, Apple, and Nightmare this. How your signature isn't viable until you're eighteen. How unfair and mean it is to ask Nevada to sign this. How much of a hate letter this is.
And what does Nevada do?
She starts repeating everything we say. "Yeah!" she sneered, "This is sooo mean! I can't believe you would do this to me! Ugh!"
The bitch was going to SIGN IT until we told her not to do it! She made us sound like we were on her side, but really, I personally was just against Twyt and the rest of the Trio of Terror. Nikki and I got up to leave, but Nevada came with us, still agreeing with everything we said, forcing the Trio to follow us outside to continue to try (and fail) to defend themselves.
Twyt stayed annoyed with me for days afterward. Nevada took to thanking us repeatedly for "defending her rights". The Band St00f became more and more heated, and the girls started yelling their opinions across the table. They tried to goad Nikki and me into arguing their points, of which no one had any.
Lunch was no longer anything to look forward to, so Nikki and I did the unthinkable:
We moved... to the Games Tables.
The Games Tables are across the MP room, opposite the B-Wing doors, directly in front of the Lunch Line door. The School collected games like Trouble, Connect 4, Pictionary, and Guess Who, and set them out on a large desk-like fold-out table. To sit there, you must be playing a game from the table.
These tables are not chic. These tables are not stylish. These are the last-resort tables, an entirely different clique. They are as separate as the different grades.
They are so separate, they don't have the same unwritten laws.
These tables are so strange, they don't know the Lunch Room Code of Conduct.
These tables are so odd, anyone can sit there, whether or not that seat is someone else's or not. If your seat is taken, you merely sit at a different Game Table.
It was the perfect plan.
No Twyt, Nightmare, Apple, or Nevada. No no one.
So Nikki and I moved.
We played Pictionary according to our rules. And it was fun. So we came back.
Meanwhile, more and more people were being added to the band. Since Nikki and I had invoked a rule saying that if we were not at The Table (as our past Seats were called), no Band St00f was to be discussed around us.
Ever.
So we were blissfully unaware of the growing storm across the MP room.
***************************
Eventually, Twyt came over to the Games Tables to ask us to come back. She said that she had evicted everyone from the Table. When we refused anyway, she sat down and joined in playing Guess Who. (gasp!) No band talk, just games.
Two weeks later, Apple joined us. Band St00f was hinted at, but never openly discussed. From the hints we gleaned that Nightmare was becoming more and more irritating, and the a girl named Lemur was being unfair.
Then Nightmare herself came. She only stayed long enough to angrily inquire as to what Twyt and Apple were doing, leaving the band and ignoring her.
Whaaat?
Turns out, Twyt and Apple had gotten annoyed at Lemur, saying that she was being unfair and separated, creating a new band of--- TWO PEOPLE!!! One can't sing, and one can't play! This is even more ridiculous than usual!!
***************************
I first met Lemur before all of this at the local church, where most of the kids who didn't walk home were picked up by their parents, as the church had for some reason let the school use their parking lot.
Mom was late, and it is a habit of mine, when I am bored, to chat with random people. Since Twyt drove home in Mom's car, she often chatted up random people with me.
So the victim this time was Lemur. We had a relatively short conversation, but long enough for me to notice that she was a) not an idiot, b) funny, and c) quirky. Twyt had apparently known her for a while, and they seemed pretty good friends. Since Nikki's mom wasn't usually late, she wasn't there when she talked.
The one vital piece of information that I didn't get from our conversation was that Lemur was in the Band!!!
So I go on for about a week and a half, cheerfully ignorant of all the chaos.
Then Lemur comes to me again at the church (before Twyt came) and started ranting about how awful Twyt was. How DARE she insult her friends like that!
Incidentally, Twyt had told me at lunch that she didn't know why Lemur wasn't speaking to her or Apple.
Apparently, Twyt had said something and accidentally insulted one of Lemur's friends without realizing it. So now Lemur was angry at Twyt, Twyt was confused, and I was to be the go-between.
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
(Insert drama)
Eventually, everything was sorted out. Lemur and Twyt are still annoyed at each other, but the band idea has been postponed until High School, when the ENTIRE THING will be done over again. Ah well. That gives me a year and a half to cement my new friendship with Lemur, spend some more time with Nikki, break off all ties with Twyt, Apple, Nightmare, and Nevada, and get good grades.
*sobb* I'm doomed...
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