Twas' the night before Christmas--- well, actually the day before winter break. We'll get back to Christmas later. Anyways, our story takes place in a small classroom from Mu Elementary School: the only school in the lackluster and egregious town of Clamburg.


"Christmas cheer, Christmas joy! Good for every girl and boy! La la, la la, la la la la la la!" The morning started off happily and avidly: everyone was smiling, including the depressed Maggie (Vendetta didn't show up for school yet), Charlotte was singing and dancing like always, and even Mr. Milk was happy, watching the red bird fiend whom he trapped in a glass jar. At least they were, until she came in. Crash! The room went silent as they noticed the wooden door slam down onto the hard floor. Everyone gasped, immediately identifying the figure as .. Vendetta!

"A-Ah!" Mr. Milk, room four's homeroom teacher, shouted from surprise as he released his guardian fiend from the glass jar, sadly putting it up into his teacher desk. "H-Hello V-Vendetta.." he greeted in his stuttering, timid, tenor voice.

"Be quiet!.. stupid teacher," she scowled, accosting him slowly as she grabbed his necktie. "Or should I make a fiend to help you understand that?"

"N-No! No thank you.."

A smirk emerged upon the evil green girl's lips as she watched him bristle with fear, before finally returning into her seat. It seemed that Vendetta got eviler and eviler during the holidays, which everyone knew what that meant (except for Charlotte who had the IQ of a peanut): it meant more fiends, and not the ordinary kinds either. The horrible kinds, that as soon as you got an inch close to them, they'd devour you alive, and very slowly, in order to savor the moment.

"C-Class, today we are going to make Christmas cards," he stuttered, glaring towards the red bird fiend who was eying him angrily. "I-If that's alright with you.. V-Vendetta.."

"Heh," sneered Vendetta, who's eyes were completely focused on her Mean Magazine issue she 'bought.' "Do whatever you like, stupid teacher. I will not be participating." She sunk her nose back into her magazine, until Charlotte came prancing over to her desk, snatching the magazine from her hands.

"Hey! Give it back! My magazine is my property only, stupid girl!" the Bulgarian scolded, narrowing her eyes angrily at the oblivious girl. Only a giggle replied to the female's statement, as Charlotte shredded Vendetta's beloved magazines, pasting them onto a beautiful Christmas card.

"There!" she exclaimed. "Now, you have a pretty, pretty Christmas card! Teehee!"

"Ack!" Vendetta replied, shaking her fists violently in the invisible air. "You ruined my magazines! Stupid little girl.." she muttered, taking her shredded magazines and placing them into the garbage can.

"I am leaving for the day. Come along Hamster." Vendetta walked out the door, her large fiendish hamster following after her. Along the way to their house, the fiend maker suppressed a sigh to herself before deciding to break the silence. "That stupid blue girl loves "Christmas" so much, I am going to make her a Christmas present. A very good present, indeed. Heh heh heh heh!" Grudge nodded his head agreeably, being sure not to make Vendetta angry; one little mess-up could make the evil green girl a fierce, sinister dictator who immediately tried to kill you.

Ching, ching, ching, click! Went her keys, as the green-colored female unlocked the gloomy-looking door to her house. "Hah! Now, to give Charlotte what she deserves."she muttered under her breath, as she headed directly towards her fiendish kitchen. Opening her recipe book, she ran her finger across the pages, until she found exactly what she needed. "Christmas fiend . . hm.. Maybe, this is what I need. Heh heh heh!"

Grudge watched his creator silently from behind, unknowing what she was up to. He didn't even dare to find out; you could just tell by the devilish look on her face that it wasn't going to be good. As the child prodigy continued to work, throwing in random ingredients at certain times. It didn't matter what she'd put in, as long as it knew its mission that it was assigned: to destroy Charlotte. After finally putting in all the materials, the feared ruler stirred the coal-black compound that settled in the bowl before finally adding one more ingredient.. a picture of Charlotte, to be sure that it would only attack her. Though she didn't care if it decided to swallow any more of her stupid classmates. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, she placed the framed photograph, and stirred the mixture once again. "There.. now, Charlotte will enjoy her holiday.. her fiendish holiday! Heh heh heh!"