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Chapter Two: Of Put Downs, Ice, and She-Devils

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And to Jackie, the Amazing—that’s it just the amazing. Song by Buffalo Springfield “For What it’s Worth” and mention of John Lennon’s “Give Peace A Chance”

Looking out the window, Amy saw her mother dragging Katie from the house and her sister crying, arms flaying.

“It’s just a short drive.” Her mom sighed, yanking her arm.

“I don’t wanna come! Why do I have to support the fact that she’s a freak? I mean I already know that!” Katie pleaded.

“Shut up, Katie.” Amy spat, turning around and smacking her on the head.

“MOM!” Katie screamed.

“Amy! Act your age; I shouldn’t have to tell you again.” Her mom said.

“But--”

“Apologize to your sister.” Her mom said firmly.

“She called me--”

Please, be the bigger person.” Her mom begged, eyebrows furrowed.

“Fine, Katie, I’m sorry.” Amy said, in a monotone voice.

To soothe her anger, Amy turned on the radio. A song she liked came on and Amy got excited…until Katie reached forward and shut it off.

“What the hell?” Amy bellowed.

“It’s not real music unless it’s pop.” Katie said simply.

“Pop? Sugar-coated disco! That’s real music?” Amy snapped.

“Will you two just cut it out?!” Her mom scolded.
The fury in their mother’s voice was enough to quite their bickering. Amy looked out the window, watching the people on the streets of Chicago; pass by as the station wagon moved forward. There were so many poor people in the city, Amy noted, while wishing she could help them. Sometimes, she wished she could use magic to help them.

Amy was a rather fair student. But the AMOM, American Ministry of Magic, would be on her like a hippogriff on a ferret. Her mother’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Amy? Did you hear me? I said you left your glasses on the counter, they’re in my purse.”

Amy groaned, she forgot to put her contacts in so now she had to wear her stupid glasses. They made her look even worse in her opinion, then she already did. Snapping her seatbelt off, she leaned into the backseat, trying to snatch her mom’s black purse. When she almost had it, Katie ripped it from her grasp.

Amy’s blue eyes locked with her sister’s villainous green ones, and gave her a narrow eyed stare that said, “Do you want to die?” Katie caved in, instantly, in fear for her life and handed her sister the purse. Amy gave her sister an insincere smile, before returning fully to her seat. Zipping the purse open, Amy rummaged through it to find her glasses case. Finally finding the nasty blue monster, she snapped it open and pulled out her gold thin rimmed glasses. With much sadness, Amy put them on. Sure the world was a little clearer but she looked like an idiot.

“Mom, these are just reading glasses. I don’t see why--”

“You’re gonna be taking notes, so just drop it!” Her mom snapped.

Amy held her tongue and sighed. She closed her blue eyes and thought back to the protest.

There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware


Amy stood smashed into a crowd of protestors. She had made a sign “Give Peace A Chance”, that went with her shirt. That had to be the most hectic day of her life. There were aging hippies, feminists, former Vietnam soldiers, idealistic college kids, and a lot of guitars. A 14-year-old Amy looked around for a spot where her sign could be seen and she could breathe. Finding an opening between two dazed and confused hippies, she made her way to the front.

A few of the protest leaders were surprised to see a young girl there. But they continued to protest nevertheless. Once it hit noon, the sun beat down on her sweaty brow. News cameras had gathered in front of the White House. The soldiers had shown up but only stood around the perimeter of the crowd with blank faces and ready tear gas.

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side


Even though Amy believed greatly in her cause, it didn’t feel like she was accomplishing anything. It wasn’t until she noticed an old hippie with a guitar asleep under a tree. She snuck over and took the guitar and searched for a microphone. As if fate was intervening, she found one lying next to a cameraman filming a pretty news lady, talking rapidly. Picking up both, she began to play. The crowd miraculously started to quiet. And Amy began softly singing first line of “Give Peace a Chance” and when it came to the chorus, it seemed as if the whole crowd joined in. An older hippie started playing a tambourine and other guitars joined in as well.

It wasn’t until the third line that Amy noticed the news camera directly pointed at her. It seemed to be working! Her voice and guitar lesions must have paid off. After the song, she was dragged over to the pretty news lady, whose microphone she had “borrowed”. The lady interviewed her and the once surprised protest leaders treated her as own of their own.

The next day she was on the cover of Newsweek, much to her mother’s chagrin (she forgot to mention in the interview that she took a plane in the middle of the night and only left a note on the kitchen counter) and was named Youngest Vietnam Protester when the U.S. withdrew the next year.

“Amy! Hello!”

Amy opened her eyes to meet villainous green ones.

“Mom, I think she’s finally gone crazy.” Katie said.

“Did I mention you’re adopted?” Amy smiled.

“Mom!” Katie cried.

“Amy, what did I say about telling your sister she’s adopted?”

“That it’s offensive to kids that were actually adopted?” Amy shrugged.

Her mom just gritted her teeth.

“Anyways, we’re here. Have fun!” Her mom said.

“Bye, Mom.” Amy said giving her Mom a kiss and getting out.

“Say good-bye to Katie.” Her mom added.

“Oh, right bye, Satan.” She smiled walking away.

Amy smirked when she heard Katie’s whine.
Once Amy approached the United Center (the sign above said Gifted Student Scholarship Seminar), she heard one very high pitched scream. Turning around, she saw a small platinum blonde, and a towering brunette.

“Hey, Michelle.” Amy said addressing the blonde.

“Hey, Donna.” She said to the brunette.

“So what’s up?” Donna asked.

“Same old, same old. Katie can’t find her beaded bellbottoms, a true tragedy. Right up there with the gas shortage.” Amy explained.

The brunette rolled her eyes while the blonde looked rather guilty.

Amy looked down at Michelle’s pants…

“Michelle, are those my little sister’s pants?”

“Um…” Michelle mumbled, lip quivering.

“She said she didn’t ant them anymore and threw them out in the hallway.” She explained.

“You know how wishy-washy Katie is. You better not show up at the house today.”

“Or it’ll be a tangled mess of blonde hair, flying everywhere.” Donna answered.

“So who doesn’t wanna be here?” Amy asked, raising her hand.

While the girls began a complaining session, a group of boys walked past them. The tall, dark haired one whistled, the messy black haired boy snickered, one was buried in his notebook, and the stocky blonde one watched in delight.

“Who was that for?” Michelle asked, in a breathy voice.

Donna and Amy rolled their eyes and pointed back at Michelle, and the tall dark haired one winked. Michelle grinned, all-a-flutter.

“It’s always you.” Amy said obviously.

“Don’t worry, darling,” The dark haired one smirked, with a crisp British accent,” It’s your glasses.”

Excuse me?” Amy spat, hand on her chest.

“You heard me.” He smiled.
Amy would have socked him right in the face, if Donna didn’t hold her back.

“Get bent, pretty boy!” Amy retorted.

“Hey!” The messy haired one said, also in a British accent.

“Oh, I’m sorry; did I offend your boyfriend?” Amy laughed.

Donna laughed while Michelle looked worried.

“Do you want to start something, four eyes?”

“Four eyes? What are we ten?”

At this point, the one who was buried in his notebook looked up and chuckled a bit, while the blonde was biting his nails in anticipation.

“Do you know who we are?”

“A couple of morons?”

The one with the notebook snickered, receiving glares from the rest of the group.

“While you’re coming up with a response, I’m gonna get myself a seat, ok? Bye, bye now!” Amy said, taking her glasses off and blowing a little kiss.

“Did I tell you that you are a god!” Donna laughed.

“Not recently no.” Amy smiled.

After years of fighting with Katie, she was hard to beat.

“Now you ruined my chances with the cute British guy.” Michelle whined.
Amy rolled her eyes.

“I love you, Michelle.”

“Okay…”
The girls were redirected to one of many basketball courts. A wizard in a long, blue robe flicked his wand and it was transformed into an auditorium. Amy picked some seats high up. After convincing Michelle that Cosmo was not sold in the greeting area, the students began filing in.
Amy’s new favorite people sat in the row directly beneath her. She grinned widely. She motioned to Donna and she grinned as well.

“Watch this.” Amy said wickedly opening the top of her drink. Taking out some pieces of ice, she gracefully threw it down the dark haired ones back.

He squeaked and jumped, making the section surrounding him turn around and stare. He smiled sheepishly until they turned away. Amy waited a few more minutes and threw another piece, grazing his ear. By the third piece, hitting his messy black haired friend, they collectively turned around. Amy smiled viciously and waved. The dark haired one tried to get up but the one with the notebook, put his hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t hurt women.” He said.

“That is not a woman. That is a she-devil.”

Amy grinned wider.

“Wanna go?” She mouthed putting her arms out.

He just growled and turned back around. It was a good day.

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