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Best Days Of Our Lives	By : classic06 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 14130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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so, i'm back. no major damage, though we really didn't expect any. it hit on the right side of us, so that means we got the wind side instead of the water side, which either way, we should've been fine. we had to rebuild after Rita, and the house is well, a good ten miles north, about fifteen feet above sea level, and about as hurricane proof as you can get, lol. so, mostly just trees down and stuff around here, nothing too too bad. i think mississippi got the worst of it actually. they, unfortunately were on the water side of it, and from what i hear, there was a pretty bad storm surge. been through that before. that is not something i'd wish on anybody. anyways, thanks so much for caring, y'all rock. and here's an update.

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Carrie frowned as she walked into the chemistry lab for fourth period, "No movie day?"
"Looks not," Kelly replied, noticing the lack of a television.
"So, I won't ever find out if Mary Catherine Gallagar wins the talent show?"
Kelly laughed, placing her hands on Carrie's shoulders and guiding her to the back of the class to their station, "Maybe we'll rent it one day and finish watching it. Sound good?"
"Yea," Carrie nodded, sitting down.
"So, how was math? Any better today?"
"I'm seriously thinking about learning how to sleep with my eyes open. You know somebody who can teach me?"
"Look on the bright side," Kelly smiled. "You should have no problems on the test."
"What about in here?"
"We don't really have tests. We get graded on the completion of each lab, and on our lab notebook that we turn in at the end of each week."
"What about choir?"
Kelly looked at her apologetically.
"It's scales and stuff, huh?"
"I'll help you," Kelly swore.
Carrie groaned, dropping her forehead to the desk.
Kelly laughed, patting her back sympathetically.
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"So, I invited Carrie to hang out with us this weekend," Kelly announced as she sat down for lunch.
Ashley frowned, "You know, we usually ask before inviting others."
"What are we now?" Mary asked. "Stacey?"
"She's really sweet y'all," Kelly assured them. "And I really think we'll have fun together."
Lyndsey frowned, "She just seems a little...square."
"Square?" Ashley laughed, choking on her milk.
"And now we're in the seventies," Mary rolled her eyes.
"You know, like she fits in this little perfect box," Lyndsey tried to explain.
"Just give her time to relax," Kelly replied. "I promise, she's really great when you get to know her."
"Alright," Ashley nodded. "We're gonna go out on a limb for you Clarkson...but only because we love ya crazy ass."
"And that thing is definitely crazy," Marry nodded. "It's just like holy--"
"Hey," Carrie smiled smally, as she sat down next to Kelly.
"Shit," Marry continued.
Carrie looked at her nervously.
"Mary," Kelly laughed.
"What?" she asked. "I had to finish my thought. It was just hanging there like some brain bugger."
Ashley rolled her eyes, "I love these civilized conversations we have while I'm trying to eat. I mean, it really shows the amount of class we were raised with."
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"Well, looks like you survived your second day," Kelly smiled as they rode in Carrie's car. "Better than yesterday?"
"Yea," she nodded. "So where are we going?"
"Oh, to the elementary school to pick up the flyers," Kelly explained. "Every time I bring home a stray my mom makes her class make a bunch of flyers for me to hand out. It's their art project for the day."
Carrie giggled, "So this happens a lot?"
"I have soft spot for strays," she shrugged. "It's right here."
Carrie pulled into the parking lot in front of the small school.
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"So, what grade does she teach?" Carrie asked as they walked down a hall.
"It changes like every year, I swear, but right now, first graders."
"Aw," Carrie smiled.
"Be careful," Kelly warned as they stopped in front of a door. "It's right after snack time which means they're gonna be all sugared up."
"They can't be that bad," Carrie laughed.
Kelly raised an eyebrow as she knocked on the door once before entering. Carrie watched as the Texan was immediately swarmed by children that barely reached their waist lines shouting, "Miss Kelly! Miss Kelly!"
"Told you so," Kelly smiled back at her as they walked further into the classroom.
"Miss Kelly, who's your friend?" a girl asked.
"Everyone this is Miss Carrie," Kelly smiled.
"They don't have to call me Miss--"
Kelly gave her a look.
"I'm Miss Carrie," the Oklahoma native smiled.
"Now," Kelly grinned, squatting down to where she was eye level with the children. She lowered her voice, "Miss Carrie has some candy in her pocket, and all you have to do is tickle her to get it."
"Really?" a small boy gasped.
"Yea," Kelly nodded, moving out of the way as they all rushed towards Carrie.
"Kelly!" she called out helplessly as she was swarmed.
Kelly laughed, walking to the back of class where her mom was gathering something on her desk, "Hey Mom."
"Hey my girl. Good day?"
"Yep," she nodded, sitting at her mom's chair. "Did they get the flyers finished?"
"They're right here," Jeanne smiled, handing her the papers she had gathered. She looked up to find an unfamiliar blonde being mobbed by her class. "What are they doing to that poor girl?"
"I told them she had candy in her pocket."
"Kelly," she fussed.
Kelly just laughed, watching as a dozen little hands tickled Carrie's sides, making her beet red with laughter.
"Who is she?" Jeanne asked curiously.
"Oh, she's new," Kelly explained. "She just moved here from Oklahoma. I was asked to show her around a bit. Hey Carrie," she called out. "Come see."
"How?" she asked, looking at her pleadingly.
Kelly shook her head, "Hey guys, why don't y'all play the quiet game?"
There was a collective cheer heard throughout the crowd.
"Put the word 'game' in back of anything, and kids will love it," she smiled as Carrie finally made it to the back of the class.
"I know that was your fault," Carrie narrowed her eyes at her.
"Prove it," Kelly grinned.
"Sweetie," Carrie smiled gently, addressing an adorable girl with pig tails in the back row. "Who told y'all to tickle me like that."
"Miss Kelly," she smiled back.
Carrie turned back to the Texan, raising an eyebrow, "The innocence of youth. Such a marvelous thing."
"Anyway..." Kelly laughed. "Carrie, this is my mom. Mom, this is Carrie. She volunteered to help me with the flyers."
"She suckered you into it, didn't she?" Jeanne asked.
Carrie laughed.
"You have to be careful with that one," Kelly's mom warned.
"Thanks Mom," Kelly rolled her eyes.
"So, what time are you getting home today?"
"Around six," she replied, starting to spin herself around in circles in the chair.
"Ok, well I won't be back till later," Jeanne explained. "But Jimmy said he'll be home early tonight and that he was gonna cook something."
"Sounds good," Kelly nodded, standing.
"Carrie, you're welcome to have dinner at our place if you'd like," Jeanne smiled at her.
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Carrie had fought back the question the entire time they were putting up flyers. She wasn't sure if they knew each other well enough yet to even ask. But as she watched Kelly tape up another flyer scribbled with crayons, she found herself blurting it out.
"Who's Jimmy?"
Kelly turned to her with a slight smile, "I was starting to think you were sick or something with the way you weren't talking."
"Sorry," she blushed.
"It's ok," Kelly nodded, turning back to the flyer she was taping up. "Jimmy's my dad."
"I thought...I mean..." Carrie struggled. "You haven't heard from your dad since you were six."
Kelly froze, her arm in midair, "Wh-where you'd hear that?"
"Ashley told me after you took off yesterday," Carrie mumbled, her eyes falling to the ground. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it--"
"Jimmy's my stepdad," Kelly explained.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing," Kelly faked a smile as they started to walk again. "It's not like it's your fault."
Carrie kicked a rock that was in her path.
"Relax," Kelly said, bumping into her playfully. "It's ok."
"So, um, you have to work after this?" Carrie asked, wanting to change the subject.
"I thought I did, but I had my schedule wrong, which is good because I have choir practice in a little bit."
"We have choir practice?"
"No," she laughed. "Church choir."
"Y'all have a choir?"
"It's a southern Baptist church. Wouldn't it be blasphemous to not?"
Carrie laughed.
"You're welcome to come if you like. It's a really good place to get your homework done. Nobody's bothering you. Not much noise besides us. Plus, my mom meant what she said when she invited you to dinner."
"I don't want to impose."
"On what? God? Cause I doubt he'd mind."
Carrie laughed again, "I meant on dinner."
"Please," Kelly waved her off. "My dad thinks he's like the greatest chef ever. He jumps at the opportunity to show off his kitchen prowess to any and everyone."
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Kelly walked down the stairs from the choir loft, smiling as she crept up behind Carrie who was sitting in a pew, leaning over her composition, completely focused on a math problem.
"How's it going?" Kelly asked, causing her to jump.
"Jeeze," Carrie gasped. "Isn't there a commandment about not scaring someone to death in a church?"
"What kinda Bible do you read?" Kelly laughed, watching as Carrie gathered her stuff into her booksack. "You ready to go?"
"Yea," she nodded, walking along side her out of the church.
"You were able to get some stuff done?"
"Yea, you were right," she replied. "It was a nice place to study. Y'all sounded great by the way. Some girl up there had some pipes. It was like...wow."
Kelly smiled, "Yea, we really lucked out. There are so many talented singers in this area."
"I'd say," Carrie nodded as they got into the car.
"So you ready for some food?"
"Definitely," she grinned.
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