Fic: To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-No - Chapter 2
Title: To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
Rating: PG
Fandom: Ice Age
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no
CHAPTER 2
This is an AU fic set at a highschool. All the major characters from both films will be here.
Manny - senior (18)
Soto - senior (18)
Diego - Sophomore (16)
Sid - freshman (15)
Zeke - freshman (15)
So please, read on, enjoy.
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Highschool has more labels than a clothing outlet store, few of which are complementary titles to wear on ones sleeve. St. Peter’s is hardly immune to this.
However, in the eyes of Katalee Horris, head cheerleader and bitch extraordinaire, there’s one character who takes the prize for being the biggest loser-freak of them all.
God only knows his real name, ‘Scratt’ Pizowski is a fuzzy haired Jewish boy who seems to have been at the school forever.
People say that Scratt’s obsessed with nuts.
Manfred says the kid is nuts.
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Diego sighed, deeply and wearily. Another pointless year, another forgettable chapter in his life.
Soto eyed him off, amused. “What’s troubling you?”
“Nothing.” His response was short, clipped.
Diego Pride was 16, not particularly tall, but lean and intimidating none the less. His shaggy blond hair covered yellow-green eyes in a self-conscious, yet somehow cocky manner and his brown skin glowed when touched by the sun.
As far as the female population was concerned, he was a babe.
“C’mon, Di, don’t lie to the boss.” Zeke laughed, in almost-insanity. Diego’s growling response fueling it further.
“Shut the fuck up, Zeke.” Soto stated, his stoic face never even implying emotion, not that it ever did.
Soto, the leader of their little pack, was tall and vicious. His limbs so long, that on anyone else they would look lanky, yet on him they maintained his threatening appearance.
There were only three others. Ace, round and hungry, always hungry, Senwe, a vile character and Zeke, his insane little cousin.
An odd bunch. Diego’s aunt had always said they were rag-tag in a way.
Senwe stood, cigarette dangling from his pursed lips, “Class started ten minutes ago.”
Zeke laughed again, right eye twitching just a bit.
And that was that.
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“Shakespeare was a man of undeniable talent. His plays often emphasized…” Mr. Willis droned on, rubbing his chalky hands on his plain gray trousers.
Manfred’s eyes blurred, loosing focus on the board in front of him as he absently started doodling on his copy of A Midsummer Nights Dream. Across the room, he heard a giggle, a chortle, and then a quick sound of forced silence.
Looking up, he met a pair of great green eyes staring back, floppy red hair all over the place.
A note was tossed onto his desk.
I’m Ellie.
Manfred stared for a minute, not quite sure what to make of this latest development. Sighing, he roughly scrawled Manfred back.
Her green eyes lit up, and he flushed slightly, not exactly sure where this attention was coming from. She didn’t write back though, not for the rest of the lesson, and when the bell rang, sharp and electric, she put her hand on his arm to stop him leaving too quickly.
“Your friend’s been there for the last half hour.” And with that, she left.
Manfred twitched, slightly confused as to whom she meant, until he looked out the window behind him.
A familiar shaggy, greasy head was bobbing up and down at the window. Goddammit, Sid.
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