The Pirate Outcasts

Ugh, another boring day at school.

I wish it would end already, but it's only third period in my 6 period high school day.

I wish I could tell you that me and my best friend Amber were the most popular girls in school; with the best grades and really cute boyfriends.

But life isn't a fairytale.

In the teenage language, we were the social ants of society, being ridiculed and stepped on my everyone else.

Or, in a less graphic visual…the outcasts; doomed to society for all eternity.

I looked over to my friend Amber and saw that she was doodling on her desk.

It was a stick figure of our math teacher eating a bowl of dog food, excellent choice my friend.

What?Well, how can you resist when his name is Mr.Kibelton!

I giggled to myself.

"Alexandra Sanders!" Oh, shit, busted!

"Uuh…yes… Mr.….Kibelton?" I drew out slowly

I looked over at Amber and could see her laughing quietly and shaking her head.

"Well, seen as how you are giggling so much, maybe you can tell me what the square root of pie is."

You have got to be kidding me. Who would know that!

"Alexandra answer the question or I'll send you to detention!" he barked.

Gah, I have no idea what he's talking ab out. I'll just say anything that comes to mind…

"Uhm, eh…apple?" I guessed without a clue.

"Alexandra…" my teacher growled.

"Whoops! Sorry, forgot about the ice cream!" I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, and the whipped cream" Amber chimed in.

"And the nuts…" I added again.

Mr.Kibelton looked furious, but I couldn't help smiling as other kids' bursted out into laughter.

"That is it!" he yelled

I flinched back in my seat at the volume of his voice.

Amber's smile vanished from her face.

"You two. Detention. After school!!"

Eh, I've heard that song before.

It's a strange day when we don't get detention at least once!

We're not trouble makers, mind you, but, well, you know, life is no fun without some mischief!

So, what were we gonna do for the next hour in detention? Sit quietly and think about our sins...psh, yeah right!

Nah, detention could be more fun than that!

Luckily, the bell rand before we could get into any more trouble.

As amber and I maneuvered our way out of those annoying desks with the chairs attached, we heard our teacher clear his throat.

"Ehem, um, excuse me girls!" he said.

Darn, escape failed.

We turned around and saw Mr.Kibelton holding the pink passes with detention written on them.

We took the papers with fake smiles on our faces.

"We are truly sorry, sir!" Amber said as she saluted.

"We have see the error of our ways." I said.

He gave us a dirty look as we turned to leave.

"Dude, that was awesome. Good idea with the ice cream thing." Amber said hi-fiving me.

"I know, but it made me really hungry."

"I know me too. Let's go get some food."

"Huzzah!" Amber cheered. People stared at her proclamation.

We maneuvered our way to the lunchroom, running into people on the way while we were going against the crowd.

I could feel the stares on us, you know, the ones that scream 'Oh my god, you guys are so weird! Therefore, I will only stare at you and not say a word!'

Amber and I get those stares a lot.

If you were to see us in public, you would think that we wouldn't care.

But we do.

Yeah, I know it sounds cliché, but we would just like to be accepted by other people than just ourselves.

I know, it's a bit dorky, and we know that this dream wouldn't come true anytime soon.

But, there are some things we do that keep this feeling suppressed.

You see…hm, how can I explain this to you without seeming even stranger than we already are.

Okay, um, we liked to…write stories.

Alright, I expect to be shot right about now.

Oh, look, I'm still living. Anyway, Amber and I like to write stories about ourselves, I guess, with alter egos. Ah, for example, last week we were ninjas, and the week before that, we were super heroes.

And I'm hoping soon that we can be superhero ninjas. Ah, good times.

We made it to the lunchroom in record time and stood in line.

"Sweet, its Mexican day."Amber said as she grabbed two tacos. I did the same as I eyed some french-fries.

We payed for our meals and headed over to our usual table, sitting alone as always.

"Alright, mi amiga" I said "It is magical story day!"

"Hurray!"Amber said quietly as she shook her hands in the air in a silent applause.

"Alrighty…" I trailed off, reaching for my tie-dye backpack. Amber did the same with hers.

We each took out a few pieces of paper, pens, and candy to keep our imaginations going.

"Okay, my friend, what shall we scribble about today" I asked.

"Well, I as thinking in our last class that we could be the spreme pickle rulers of the fridge." She suggested in a serious voice.

"That could work, but we would need a lot of brine." I stated.

"Oh, yeah, and a really big jar." Amber complied holding her arms out to emphasize the point.

"Yeah…" I trailed off once more.

We scribbled in our most illegible chicken-scratch handwriting some ideas. We didn't even notice anything coming until…

"Whoops!" we heard a voice full of fake concern.

Soon enough our papers, pens, and ourselves were covered in spaghetti, juice and pudding. It was the head cheerleader of our school, and a jerk none-the-less.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my bad." The perpetrator said in a sickly sweet voice.

"No, of course not." I said taking some noodles out of my hair.

"Yeah, we wanted it to rain pudding on us." Amber added.

"Well," she spoke again "Maybe if you two weren't such freaks, I would have missed you!" She walked away with her friends laughing behind her.

"Dear god, she is the ultimate cliché of a cheerleader, blondness and all." Amber said using her finger to wipe off the pudding on her cheek. She licked that finger off.

"Mmm, good pudding!" she said nodding.

"Darn, our papers have been rained upon." I started "Well, maybe we could write some more in detention."

"'Kay, Alex." She replied.

The bell rand before we could finish eating, so we quickly dumped our trays, grabbed our now soggy belongings, and went our separate ways to finish off the day.

The rest of the day went pretty uneventful. Good thing too, didn't need a double detention, House was on tonight.

Brrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggg!!

Oh, thank god, the bell. Time to go… oh yeah, I've got detention. Grrrrreeeeatttttt…

I met amber by her locker so we could head over to our jailcell.

"Hello, detention buddy." She said cheerfully when she spotted me.

"Yo." I replied.

We walked to detention, arms linked. I opened the door and saw the usual group of people; a few punks one popular (probably caught leaveing school to go shop or something) and two or three people sleeping, including the teacher.

 "Excellent," I stated "A perfect learning environment."

"I concur, my dear Alex"

We took our usual seats and got cracking on our new tale. About a half hour later, we were stumped. Stupid writers block, I damn you to taco bell.

"Dude, I've got nothing" Amber said defeated.

"Amber, you've been saying that for the last 15 minutes" I said trying to lean back in my seat.

"But it's true…" she whined.

"Shut up, we've got to think harder!"

"Alex, if I think any harder, my brain will explode."

"Hm, I would like to see that."

Amber punched my arm. Ow, that hurt.

"Okay, um, say a word, any word." I said

"'Kay, um…alcohol." She said with a laugh

"Wow, nice. Okay, I'll roll with that.

Alcohol is a drink

People drink it a lot

Alcoholics Anonymous…"

"Dude, I don't wanna be a drunk!" Amber cut in sounding appalled.

"Okay," I said "Let me start over on that."

"Alcohol is a drink

Beer, margaritas, martinis, rum

The rum bottle has that weird dude on it

That dude is a pirate….

AMBER LET'S BE PIRATES!!"

The teacher stirred in his sleep at my sudden burst of enthusiasm. The room was silent now and everone stared. But that stopped after a few seconds.

 "Wow, crazy much?" Amber asked sarcastically.

"Psh, yeees." I drew out.

"Ha-ha. Now back to your idea, I really like it" she said.

"Pirates is what we wish, then pirates is what we shall be!" I declared.

We started writing down ideas when we heard an alarm go off. Our hour was up, and it was time to leave.

As we walked out of the door, it started to rain.

"Damn, I forgot my umbrella." I said.

"Here, we can share mine" Amber said holding it out for us.

"Cool"

We both huddled under the umbrella and discussed ideas for our wonderful pirate tale.

"'Kay, we need swards." I said

"Check." Amber replied.

"And some intense hats."

"Check"

"And rum, lots rum."

"Oh, double check on the alcoholic beverage."

We exchanged ideas until we came to a puddle, one big-ass puddle.

"Dang, that thing is huge!" Amber said walking closer.

The puddle took up most of the sidewalk and a lot of the grass next to it.

As I walked toward the giant body of water, I saw that it was dark. It must have been deep, but I shouldn't be, it was only a puddle.

"Great, there's no way to get around it." Amber said disappointed.

"Yeah, and there's too much traffic anyway." I added.

Then I got an idea.

"Hey, Amber, I bet you can't jump over it!" it was a large puddle, I know that she couldn't do it.

 "Yeah, well, I bet you can't jump IN it!" she said as she jumped into the air.

"Psh, let's do this. Ten bucks?" I asked

"Ten bucks." She confirmed.

We both walked away from the puddle so we could get a good running start.

"'Kay, ready?" I asked stretching a bit.

"Ready!" she replied

"One" she said.

I was so ready.

"Two." I said

"THREE!!" we yelled as we started to run.

We both sprinted toward the humongous puddle. I couldn't wait to see how big the splash was gonna be.

We came closer and closer until…

"WHOA!!"

We jumped into the puddle and I couldn't believe what was happening. The puddle kept getting deeper and deeper as we kept falling into its dark abyss.

It was like we had jumped into a swimming pool, but it was too dark and cold, I could feel goose bumps start to rise on my arms and legs.

This wasn't a puddle at all; I didn't know what was going on.

I tried to open my eyes, but the water stung them. But it couldn't be…

'Salt water?' I thought confused. 'That's only in the ocean.'

I reached out looking for Amber when my hand touched a mass next to me.

Amber, kicking for her life.

I looked at her with my stinging eyes and pointed upward, signaling to swim up.

She nodded in understandment and started to swim.

We reached the surface and took a long needed breath. It was nighttime, and pretty chilly. As I bobbed up and down in the water, I looked around even further.

 "Alex?" I heard an out of breath voice say.

"Amber, is that you?" I asked

"Yeah, are you okay?"

"I think so, how about you?"

"Yes, I'm okay I think. What just happened?" she asked

"I have no idea, it looks like we're in the ocean." I said just as shocked and confused as she was.

"But how, and when and why and who?!"She said exasperated.

"I have no idea" I said just as scared.

I looked around carefully until I saw something.

"Amber look! Do you see light over there?" I asked her.

"Yeah, it must be a beach."

By the look of this place in front of me, it was really far away.

"Man, it looks really far away." Amber said with defeat in her voice.

"Yeah, but it looks like we don't have a choice, start swimming." I said

And so we did. It seemed like hours until we reached the shore and we were exhausted once we got there. It was tough trying to crawl our way to the dry sand while getting pounded by waves.

I looked around with my tired yes and saw that Amber was sleeping now peacefully.

I turned my head to the other side.

The last thing I saw was a large ship with a plaque reading 'The Interceptor'

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