Not Another High School Fic!

My "Not Another" senses were tingling. (Hopefully) realistically what our lovely characters might be doing in high school. Just like in my Jet Lag fic, I have no idea about settings so I'm doing research and taking guesses. If anyone wants to correct my descriptions, please do.


The school was an old one, and that's what Abby liked about it. Living in New Orleans had it's perks, good food, good music, good punk scene and great staircases. Glancing around, Abby swung her back pack over her shoulder and clambered atop the rail. She adjusted her self till she straddles the wood, and then tugged the loose part of her plaid skirt into a knot, as, all in all, Abby was a lady. Then, with a fearless (but silent as not to alert any teachers that might be lurking) war cry, Abby propelled herself down the wooden rail of the staircase, speeding downwards till she flew off the bottom and landed crouched at her feet with precision that only comes with years of practice. She dusted her hands, untied her skirt, and continued on her leisurely stroll out of the school.

Walking out of the courtyard, she stood in front of the school gates. Thank God for spring. Abby tugged her button down white shirt out of her skirt, and undid the top few buttons to a more comfortable fit, and then leaned down and scrunched her knee socks down around her ankles. It was only in the eighties, but the humidity made her feel sticky hot, like she had spilt a snowball all over her skin and then went sun bathing, which was totally ridiculous, as Abby would never go sunbathing. The thought made her skin itch.

After walking a few blocks, she caught the streetcar on St Charles and then walked a few blocks back to Rue de la Course, her favorite coffee shop. Although she loved her neighborhood in Metairie, she loved the accessibility that Uptown offered. Everything was a few blocks and a streetcar ride away. The independence of it, the fact that she didn't have to worry about catching rides… it was all so nice.

There were benefits of Metairie though. All the neighbors knew her parents and brother were deaf, and had learned various amounts of signing. Her brother also had a lot of friends there, but had almost none at school. Abby would never think of asking her parents to move, no matter how cool she thought it would be. She convince them to let her go to school Uptown. She liked most everything about the school, except the teachers, most of the students, the uniform, and the food. So she pretty much didn't like any of it, except the school part and the architecture, which was perfect for climbing out of windows, taking short cuts, and (of course) sliding down rails.

The coffee shop was larger then most, and overall was more Abby friendly than most. Small, dark, wooden tables were lined in perfect rows with tall chairs on either sides. Abby chose one close to the window so she could people watch. She dropped her backpack near the door and went to stand in line for a ham sandwich and something fizzy and full of caffeine. Her current obsession was the pomegranate soda, but it was a little lacking in sweetness to her taste. She ordered and made her way back to her table.

Abby organized her food on her plate, and then gingerly took a small bite off the side and washed it down with a delicate sip of the pomegranate soda. She put the sandwich down, swished the liquid around in her mouth, swallowed, and then dug in for serious. Once she had scarffed down both items on the table, she stacked the empty cup on the crumb filled plate and pushed them too the far corner of the table. Pulling out her notebooks, she ordered them first by color in a pile and pushed them to the other corner. Next her pens were lined up (also by color), then her pencils (by height), and finally a calculator and Bert came out of her bag and were placed on the table, organized to Abby's satisfaction.

She opened her first notebook (red) and was delighted to find a page full of math problems. Rubbing her hands together, she muttered under her breath, "Yes... Yes, my little minions. Come to Mama! We'll have you sorted out in no time."

A man at the next table cast her a curious glance, but went back to his work when he saw who it was. Abby was at Rue de la Course nearly every day after school, and all the regulars were used to her. She loved them for that, that they didn't mind her quirks, her muttering to herself, her enthusiasm over the little things… She was some sort of 'normal' to them, while at school she was just some sort of outcast.

Exhibit A. There was rarely a person that Abby truly hated in the world. It was her humble opinion that the opposite of love wasn't hate it was fear, and Abby feared no one. Except those that she claimed to hate. And she hated to admit it, but that meant she feared them. She knew it, but she wouldn't let them know.

Them being Them. The undeniable opposing force, that if you were lucky, you had nothing to do with. There was a Them, and then there was an Us. And Abby's Us was smaller than most, but also closer. Sadly, this meant the Them was more numerous.

And They managed to be everywhere.

A signature giggle alerted Abby to Their presence. She looked up slowly, hopping that They weren't really there. They were. She closed her eyes and then opened them quickly. Still there. She shook her head so fast her pigtails beat against her face. Still there, just out of focus and doing some strange wavery dance like the time Abby was little and thought her mom's drive threw daiquiri was a slurpee.

There was another giggle, which forced Abby to finally focus in on the two girls in front of her. One was a brunette and the other a red head, both wearing their school's plaid skirt and button down, but looking a lot more… mature then Abby. There was something about the way they wore their hair (long, shiny and wavy) and the meticulous makeup that sat on their faces (rather than caked, as Abby's did) and just the way they held themselves, shoulders back, nose in the air, very much looking down at Abby (she was short to begin with, so they almost always looked down at her).

"Hey, Abigail!" the brunette said with a smile. The other one giggled into her palm.

Abby sat up as straight as she could and put a sweet grin on her face, "Hey, Darla. Hey, Angie."

Angie, the red head, put her arm around Darla's shoulders, and both of them laughed again. Abby tried not to roll her eyes. "Sooo… how's… homework," the girl's giggled again, "going?" Angie asked, smirking.

Closing her math book slowly, Abby debated how best to handle the situation. "Well…" she pursed her lips, thinking… "I… I…" and then it hit her, "I'm only half way done our English paper, but – "

The girl's stopped laughing, and Angie's jaw went slack. "Wait, English paper? We don't have an English paper…"

Abby let her eyes go wide with disbelief. "Yes, we do… it's due tomorrow."

"What the hell?" Darla sputtered. "What is it on?"

Abby let her head clunk downwards and then bob back up in incredulously. "It's on Jean Lafitte. Five pages. Due tomorrow."

They looked at each other, mirror images of fear. "Oh my God…" "We're screwed…" "There's no way…" "How are we going to…" "I can't…"

Abby scooped ice out of her empty cup and shoveled it into her mouth, smirking quietly to herself as Angie and Darla dashed out of the coffee shop without a goodbye, headed to the library Abby supposed, to do a paper that didn't exist.

Oh, life is good.

I'm planning on doing Gibbs, Jenny, Kelly (pretending she had lived to be a teen), Ziva, Tony, and McGee. I would do Kate, but I haven't seen many of her episodes :-\ If you have suggestions for anyone else, or want to request which characters chapter comes next… Reviewwwww :]