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New City, Old Fatigues	By : medievalcutie Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, so it seems that people are liking this little story of mine, so here's another chapter. Enjoy!

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Out of the corner of her eye, Natalie could see her brother pulling at the tie their mom had made him wear to school today. It was their first day at a new school, and as usual, they were both a bit nervous. Natalie giggled and reached up to pull Bob’s hand away from the tie, laughing outright as he jumped, scowling at her.

“Oh come on, Bobert, it’s not that bad. Here, let me take the tie and you can pull out your shirt like you always do. At least the tie will match.”

Taking the tie from her brother’s hand as he quickly pulled it over his head, Natalie smirked and arranged it as a headband pulling back her own long hair using the tie. As she finished this, she turned and grinned seeing that Bob had already loosened the shirt and gone back to his normal slightly disheveled appearance. They both stared up at the large building, seeing kids already hanging around and chatting together in their groups. And again they felt the familiar ‘new kid’ stigma, and it sucked.

“Come on, Natie, let’s go hit up the office for our schedules.”

Natalie nodded and pulled her bag a little tighter over her shoulder as she followed her brother up the large steps and into the front lobby of the school. She turned and pointed to a door off to the side and started over to it, barely stopping before getting trampled by a group of students. She was used to it, after all, she had always been smaller than most. Her doctors had told their parents that she would probably always be a bit smaller than most of the other kids her age, just because of complications that had happened before she was born. Bob was bigger and more athletic while she had always been small and more geeky, thus her brother had always taken to being her personal protector even since preschool.

As they entered the office, the two looked around in slight confusion as they took in their new surroundings. Natalie was about to speak up when one of the secretaries from behind the desk noticed them standing there looking rather dumbfounded and lost.

“Are you the Bryar twins?”

Natalie was used to people wondering if they were twins, even after they knew they were. They looked almost nothing alike, which was a little odd for twins, but it had happened. Bob was stocky with blonde hair and blue eyes, a little taller than average with what their dad liked to call a football stature, despite the fact that he hadn’t played the sport since middle school. Natalie had a medium brown color hair with the same blue eyes, but she was thin and shorter than most, her eyes hidden behind black thick-rimmed glasses which she had worn since elementary school.

“Yes ma’am. We were told to come here to pick up our schedules for the day.”

“Right, Natalie, here’s your schedule, your first class is on C Hall, and Robert, here is your schedule, your first class is in the gymnasium.”

Natalie smirked at the usage of her brother’s name, as it was something she teased him about constantly. But then again, what siblings don’t tease each other? Natalie jumped hearing a loud bell, which earned a smirk from Bob as payback.

“That children was the first bell, the signal that school has begun and it is time to head to your first classes. Here, let me get you two student ambassadors.”

The twins watched as the woman walked out into the hall and pulled two unsuspecting students into the office almost by force. Natalie looked up at her brother with a low whistle before cracking a grin. Although from the look on the two guys faces that the secretary pulled in, they had more than likely been pulled in against their wills. One was about Bob’s height with a large mass of curly hair on his head, while the other was a little taller than Natalie with dark black hair. Both of which seemed to be upset with having been pulled in to help the new kids.

“Robert, Natalie, this is Ray and Frank. They will show you to your first classes and answer any questions that you might have. Ray, Frank, I needn’t warn you the penalties for trying to skip as you seem to have been attempting. Now hurry you four before the tardy bell.”

Natalie bit her bottom lip as the four of them walked out of the office, only to hear a curse from one of the other students as soon as the door to the office closed, eliciting a small giggle from her. She turned to the other students with a smile before holding out her hand, shyly.

“I’m Natalie, this is my overbearing twin brother Bob. So the schedule says I have Advanced Literature with a Craybourne, so do either of you know where that is? Bobert, here, has gym class.”

The taller of the two guys shook her hand lightly, as the other shook his head with a small smirk. Before anyone could say anything else, another loud jarring bell rang out and caused her to jump, earning a smirk from Bob and a giggle from the shorter of the two other students.

“I’m Ray. Craybourne is my first class too, so come on, Frankie can show your brother the gym. Luckily for us, Mr. Craybourne is a pretty lenient teacher, so you don’t have to worry about being in trouble for being late. Also he has a fascination with new people, so you might find yourself being the subject of the class today.”

Natalie hurried off with Ray, ignoring the warning look from her brother, who probably thought she was either going to be swept away by the strangers, or that she would try to flirt hopelessly with them.

“Thanks for helping, I mean, it looked like you didn’t have much of a choice, but thanks anyways.”

“No problem, besides, despite how forced it might seem, I actually am a student ambassador. Frankie, not really, but somehow the administration pulled me into helping. So here’s the room. Good, Craybourne’s not too busy.”

Ray knocked on the door and stood back, reaching out to pull Natalie out of the way of the door as it quickly swung open to reveal a rather eccentric looking older man, with a quirky grin on his face.

“Ah, Mr. Toro, deciding to test out the delinquent side of life this morning, are we? But who do we have here?”

“I’m Natalie Bryar, sir. My family just moved here from Chicago.”

“Well then, come along my dear. Welcome to Advanced Literature. I am Mr. Craybourne, I’m sure the other students will be more than happy to tell you of the various names they enjoy calling me. This is a fairly small class, so I’ll introduce you to each of our other students. You have met Mr. Toro it seems, right? Yes, good. The young man in the corner there is Mr. Way, this would be Miss Gleeson, Miss Sinclair, and Mr. Linton. Students, this is Miss Bryar, who just moved here from Chicago, did you say?”

“Yes, sir. My father was transferred to the base just outside of town.”

“Armed forces, eh? Anything special?”

“I’m not sure. My father works mostly with top secret affairs. That and I have never found the military interesting. I’m a pacifist.”

“My kind of girl. Well here, why don’t you take the seat over between Mr. Way and Mr. Toro, and I will hop over to our storage room to gather you a set of books. No rule-breaking while I’m out.”

Natalie nodded and walked over to the empty seat that Mr. Craybourne had motioned to. She smiled at the other boy, extending a hand out with a smile. She hated going through the introductions, but at least this class was small enough that it wouldn’t be terribly trying.

“I’m Natalie.”

“Mikey.”

“Don’t expect too much conversation from Mikey, he’s a shy one. Here, last names are troublesome, so let me give you the real introductions. Mikey is Lord Byron, Ceciley is Sylvia Plath, Gretchen is Jane Austen, and Harper is Oscar Wilde.”

“Well, what about yourself? Which genius do you take credit for?”

Her joke was rewarded by laughter from all the other students in the classroom.

“Ray, I think you may have met your match at wit games. He has the misfortune, or luck, however you choose to view it, as being named for Mr. Craybourne’s favorite. Geoffrey Chaucer. Craybourne even made him memorize the first part of the Canterbury Tales, in the original Old English.”

“Yeah, well at least I didn’t have to teach the class how to dance the quadrille, now did I, Janie?”

Natalie smiled at the banter from the other students. She felt an instant affection for the class already.

“So, newbie, do you have any preferences, or shall we wait to see what Craybourne assigns you? The best way to determine this is to have you just spout the first bit of poetical nonsense that comes to mind.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not the best at memorizing poetry and such.”

“Just say the first poem that comes to mind. Like, umm .....
‘She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.’ ”

Natalie blushed slightly at the poetry and the intense sort of expression on Mikey’s face as he quoted the poetry. It was just a little unnerving to have him quoting such poetry as that even remotely in her direction. Apparently some of the others must have noticed the blush because she heard a giggling from across the room and looked over to see the girl who had been introduced as Ceciley, or Sylvia Plath, smirking.

“Lord Byron, ever popular with the ladies. Too bad his pretty words only last while we’re in class. Try to talk to him any other time and you can’t get two words together. But if you ask him for the pretty poetry, he can spout almost any of the poems you like.”

“Oh shove off, Plath. Just because you are a sore loser at relationships doesn’t mean the same for everyone else, besides, I didn’t hear you doing anything to help give Natalie an idea of what we meant. Go ahead and spout your poetry.”

Natalie smiled at the guys of the class, who had all seemed to help her out. She thought for a moment of the first poem that came to mind and then lightly cleared her throat, automatically falling back on the standards that she had been taught in middle school in debate class.

“ ‘Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons, which we were?
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths, true marriages untie,
So lovers' contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change, and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.’ “

Natalie blushed at the sound of slow applause coming from the door, where Mr. Craybourne stood, several books held in his arms, the same quirky grin on his face as before.

“A young John Donne. A lovely poet, although the poem choice is a little amusing coming from a young lady. ‘Woman’s Constancy’, correct, Donne?”

“Yes, sir. But you see, as there is no mention of subject, the poem can easily be translated to a female speaker as well as the male one that is the poet himself. So it can be meaningful for females as well as males.”

“I sense a debate captain in our newest student. Am I correct in that assumption as well, Donne?”

“Yes, sir. Captain for the last two years, and state champions the last three years.”

“Splendid! I hope you will think about joining our small team here as well. Miss Plath is our current captain, but we are always welcoming interested students.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now that we have our newest of great masters among us, let’s get down to business.”

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A/N: Okay, so first off, I am great fans of most of the writers mentioned in the literature class, John Donne being my favorite. I also thought it would be fun to have the writer nicknames added to (my AP English class did that in high school and it was incredibly fun - just for curiosity's sake, I was Shakespeare, because I had a nasty habit of correcting the prof :) but c'est la vie). The poems taken are "Woman's Constancy" by John Donne (Natalie's quotation - the full poem), and "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron (Mikey's quotation - the first portion). I don't own them, they are works of the genius poets I mentioned.
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