Banned Chapter 4

by *G!nGerBrE@D*/Jaimy in a perfect melody

"Hey, where'd the trophy go?" Holly asked a week later.

"Wha?" Caroline and Fifiana said together.

"It's gone?" Lindy rasped.

"Hey, what's up with your voice, Lindy?" Caroline whimpered, worry spreading.

"Got a cold. Nothing, really," Lindy replied.

Fifiana and Lola exchanged concerned glances. Caroline gulped.

"Guys, it's nothing, I swear!" Lindy yelled. "I'll be better in time for the competition next week!"

We're not getting that trophy, Lola thought, and I really want that thing.

Lola pulled Fifiana by the arm into a classroom so she could have a word with her.

"Hey, what the heck!" Fifiana exclaimed.

"Fiffie, I need a word with you. Lindy's not getting better, I can tell, and maybe we should get a replacement,"

"No way, not again!" Caroline screamed, barging in. "You're gonna start another argument about whether or not Tristen should be a replacement and..." Her voice trailed off.

"What about me?" Tristen Crow asked, entering the room.

"Nothing!" Caroline yelled. "Nothing at all!"

"We want you to replace your sister," Lola blurted.

Tristen raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"No," Fifiana replied coldly. "No."

"Well, jeez, what's wrong with you?" Tristen said, almost shouting. "What'd I ever do? Why're you so mean to me?"

"What's going on?" Lindy whispered (it was the loudest she could go), slamming the door behind her. "You know, I saw Matthew Shay pressing his ear against the wall with a tape recorder. I think he was listening in on whatever you guys were saying. I dunno."

"Nothing's going on," Lola lied, with a phony grin. "Hey, I think I left your textbook in the janitor's closet. Go get it,"

"Alright," Lindy shrugged, leaving.

"That gives us about fifteen minutes, since the janitor's closet is on the other side of the school and it's locked 92 percent of the time." Lola said.

"You forgot about the bell," Caroline reminded her.

"I WANT THAT TROPHY SO BAD!!!!" Lola screamed.

Lola was banging her head on the wall as Caroline and Fifiana tried to pry her off the wall. Tristen watched in amazement. She didn't understand how they could be so immature. At least, immature most of the time.

The first bell rang, leaving five minutes for discussion.

"Lola, we have five minutes," Fifiana said. "We don't need a replacement... yet. Things can get either better or worse, and I know things will get better. Plus, I hate the `replacement.'"

"I'm right here," Tristen scoffed.

"I know, do you think I'm blind?" Fifiana snapped.

"Not another fight," Caroline sighed.

"Caroline, there's gonna be no fight," Fifiana told her.

"Oh really?" Lola frowned. "I feel like screaming at someone whose first name begins with an F. PS: I still WANT THAT TROPHY!!!!!!!!!! I'D STEAL IT FROM THE GUY WHO DID!!!!"

Finally, the last bell rang, and Caroline let out her breath. She hated arguments, especially if she's involved. But she was a follower, not a leader. She was a listener, not a speaker. She could only stand there, watching. Worthless little...

"I'd smoosh the trophy thief like a pancake if I knew who he was," Lola muttered under her breath.