Rivals VS. Lovers

A Tinkerbell Story

Hey, I'm Summer Hathaway. Now 13 and still the old petite brownish-black long hair Summer. But a few things might've changed. Well I'm older and in grade 8 of chorse and it started in grade 7. I wasn't listening in class and rolled my eyes at the teacher. I was talking to Freddy insted. So the teachers pet preppy look kinda vanished from that day on. But the quarrel between me and Spazz with probly last forever.

"If you don't shut your mouth i'll shut it for you!" I whispered over to Freddy who was mimicking my name to get my attention. "Tinkerbell...Sum. Yo yo yo Hathaway. Summer!" He was saying. "What are you going to do shove my drum sticks down my throat?" He asked almost loud enough that the teacher could hear. "If I have to." I said through the gritted teeth trying to make the teacher believe that i'm paying attention, but i'm actually trying to avoid Freddy and doodle in my ary book. He stopped for awhile and then started again. "Summer. Pst..Tink!" "Thats it!" I said out loud. "Ahem." Mrs. Leons cleared her throat looking at me. "Summer. Freddy. If I have to go through another day with you bickering I swear i'll send a note home to your parents. Thank God Mr.Finn is your teacher most of them time. He's the only one who can put up with it!" She said holding a inky black marker for the whiteboard in her hand. "Ok class. New project!" Everyone sighed and moaned. I looked around to see a bunch of people I barley even knew. At grade theres Horace Green High. Mixed with a trillion other people. Me and Freddy were the only ones from the band. "The project is...You will be given a very big art canvas and split into pairs. You will draw a colage of black and white pictues of things that interest you. Try to make it unique and creative. I know you probly thought art was going to be fun but...It's work too! The pairings will be posted up at last period on the bulleton board in the lobby." Then the bell rang. Saved my the bell! I thought. All was left was study hall. I had that with Zack and Katie. No Freddy for an hour! Score!

"Oh hell! I'm so glad to be out of that class!" I said letting out a long sigh and plopping down in a chair by Katie and Zack in the library. "Why? I thought you liked art?" Katie asked me. "Well...1.Freddy is annoying and 2. Freddy is going to get my detention." He was going to get me a suspension if he dosen't shut up! "Then why do you sit next to him?" Zack questioned me flicking through some papers on an english class that I did last semester. I gave him some notes. "I never sat next to him. He sat next to me! And If I get paired with him for the art project I swear i'm going to loose my fricking mind!"

"Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!" I whined looking at the pairings sheet. I wonder if there's a way to erase it before anyone looks? I wondered. "So I guess it's you and me partner." Freddy said strutting over with his hands in his front pockets and his drum sticks in his back pockets. "How did ya guess?" I asked him facing my worst nightmare. "Well why else would you be sulking and going 'Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!' ?" He had a point. "Yeah. Oh my gosh! Did I just agree with Freddy Jones? Wow thats a first and last!" I tried to act surprised. "Haha. Very funny Tinkerbell. Anyway, when do we get the art canvas?" He asked. "Monday I guess. Scince it's Friday and all. Oh yeah Dewey told me to tell you that band practice is at his house today and not at school. At 4 and then were all going out for pizza or somthing. K?" I said walking backwards almost hitting the glass door on the way out. "K. See ya then." He said.

I walked home by myself. With my bookbag on one shoulder and clipboard in my hand I walked down the street reading the paper that was on it. It was marking notes. Remember to tell Freddy that band practice is at 4 and at Deweys. Ok did that. Call the Palace about next band show. Done that yesterday. Try to get Freddy to stop annoying you. Ok i've tried that everyday. And that was it for the clipboard. Our next band show was in 2 weeks and we barley had anything practiced. I was at my house now. I got out my keys and unlocked the door. 2 new messages. Read the answering machine. Beeeep It went as I pressed a botton. "Summer, it's mom. Your father and I are going to be working late tonight. We won't be home until mid-night." Score! "Some money is on the table if you want to order out. Love you." Beeep "Hey Tinkerbell! I know it's only like 3:10 or somthing but band practice is gonna be a little early today. Try 3:30. Call Freddy for me because I know you told him 4 and he tends to be late anyway. Bye." It was Dewey. "Oh hell Dewey why do you make me go through this?" I muttered to myself. "Hey Tink!" A cheerfull voice said. "Yeah Spazz band practice is at 3:30 now. Dewey just called me." I said plopping back in the sofa. "But it's 20 after 3 now." He said. "Well then you better get your ass down there shouldn't ya?" I laughed and then hung up the phone. Grabbed the $20 dollars off of the table and ran down the street as fast as I could.