Disclaimer: I do not in any shape or form hold the rights to the book "Horton Hears a Who" by Dr. Seuss, nor did I take any part of the production of the movie that was based upon the very same book. I also did not take part in any screen writing or any part of the movie's animation prosses nor played the voices of any characters in the movie production (stop saying I look like Cindy Loo Who gosh DARNIT!). I do, however own the rights to any of the characters that were; A, not in Horton Hears a Who, B, weren't in the movie version, C, haven't been seen anywhere in any Dr. Seuss book, and D, haven't been seen in any TV show, movie, christmas specials and on/in anything else that is related any of the Dr. Seuss books.

A/N: Now that this is out of our way, welcome strangers! Or Whonatics, or whoever you are. Get it? whoever? Yeah, bad pun. Shame on me for my crudtastic humor, and word and word puns. Oh yes, and for those or you who are familiar with the fanfic "Lover's Locker" and have heard that I'm posting it up again with grammar/dialoge/story-wording edits, yeah. This is the grammar/dialoge/story-wording-edited/will-be-finished version, if you were confused by the title. Anyways, read my pretties, read! Yes, the Wicked Witch of the West was awesome in The Wizard of Oz! Did you know that theres a whole book focused on the Witch called "Wicked" by- oh...can't you just read the chapter already?

The nervous Who girl peeked through the giant green doors in front of WhoVille High. With her hands trembling and her light blue and royal blue striped legs feeling as though they were loose rubber bands, she would've done anything to get away from such a populated place. Yet she knew she had to do it anyway, and it wasn't like her Grandfather was going to have her home schooled just because she missed her original small-town home. She opened the door just enough so she could get through with her eyes darting nervously from place to place, locker to locker and person to person. For a moment, she was just standing there while trying to inhale and exhale all of this stressful anxiety from her body. The breathing didn't help any though. In fact, she really felt like darting out of the school to attempt running back to her Grandpa's old fashioned, slightly run-down jeep. He never really could drive that thing, at least without someone complaining that he should watch where he was going.

As she stood petrified with her hands wrapped tightly to her backpack's straps, another Who, a boy, noticed her at a distance from his locker. He recalled how he felt when he first came to WhoVille High, and how he felt like a nervous wreck, but he also knew that was a few months ago. He also knew that the girl was probably new to the school, since obviously he hadn't seen her before. Despite WhoVille being a pretty largely populated place, it wasn't that hard for him to mistake someone he already knew for someone else when his father basically made him memorize every single person who lived here by name. With a small shrug made by small black and gray shoulders, he continued on with taking out his English textbook from his locker, which was slightly difficult because of his small stature. He had better things to do than to get distracted by someone that he didn't even know.

When the girl finally managed to move her rubber band legs with a slow and steady walking movement, she tried focusing her attention to finding her locker. Her nerves started to calm down as she started to examine each of them.

"135, 136..." She mumbled under her breath while adjusting her purple wire framed glasses with oval lenses.

"Found it! It's 140." The new who said as she examined her brand new locker. Yet there was something about it that she found interesting, weird almost. She glanced at the other locker next to hers; the locker she had, 140, was the same exact color as 139, which they were both white. The other lockers were green, the school's color.

"Strange..." The girl said to herself. She slowly reached her shaky fingertips onto ice cold lock to locker, but before she could come to open it, she suddenly felt something shove her onto the cold ridden tile covered floor.

"DON'T OPEN IT!" The shove, along with a sudden shout, came from a Who girl with dark purple fur and matching hair in pig tails, who literally, dove right at her by pushing her back hard onto the ground as she literally leaped into the air. The other who, just like the new who, ended up onto the ground while the first Who with the purple glasses felt sandwiched between the purple haired Who and the creamy white and green striped ground.

"Man, my stomach hurts..." The purple haired Who said to herself as she got up and covered her stomach with her lower arms. She then looked at the Who with the wire framed glasses on. She had curly royal blue hair that was tied up in a half pony tail and light and royal blue fur for the exception of her torso being purple.

"Hi, I'm Kiwi." Said the purple haired Who. The Who with the glasses looked at her strangely. Okay then... The blue haired Who thought.

Kiwi offered the new Who a hand and helped her up with enthusiasm. She then glanced at the two white lockers on the side of her.

"Oh yeah, I guess I didn't know you're a newbie so...Whatever you do, don't go into that locker. Its cursed I tell ya!." Kiwi explained in an exaggerated panic.

"What are you talking about?" the 'newbie' Who asked as though Kiwi were bit out of her head. She never really believed in curses, or anything like for that matter.

"Well I hate to break it to you, but the the locker you're about to move into is bad news. You see that locker next to ya? If two people are assigned to both of those lockers, then all of these weird events start happening to the people using 'em." Kiwi started.

"Like...?"

"It kinda spreads out in a series of phases, ya know? First there's the friendship phase where a bunch of friendshipey stuff happens. Then there's the crush stage, where one of people using their locker likes the other person using the other locker, and I'm talking about like like, not like. OR...maybe they both like each other at once, but that just don't know how to tell each other." Kiwi continued with a surge of excitement.

"What's so bad about that?" The blue haired Who asked curiously. She didn't really believe that any of what she said was true, but she kept on listening.

"I haven't gotten to the worst part yet." Kiwi whispered with a singe of eeriness. "Anyway, the two people using the two lockers end up finding out that they like each other, but they don't even get into some freaky awkward silence or anythin'.
Then they're in the date phase. After that the unfortunate lovebirds start hanging out more, like best friends gone bf/gf or something. They don't call it dating though. And after they get used to hanging out, or dating, it goes totally downhill from there."

"What do you mean 'The worst happens'?" Cora asks, being a slight bit nervous. None of that really could happen, right?

"It's called the bad ending stage, and it depends really. Sometimes the couple gets in a really bad fight, like screaming and shouting, sometime the guy you're dating ends up being a MAJOR cheater, sometimes the couples parents don't exactly approve of who they're dating, and then there's the really rare/really bad things that happen. You know, like you can get arrested for, but I think you know what I'm talking 'bout."

"Um, right..." The 'newbie' Who said silently. A squeamish feeling entered her stomach right after the last part of what she said, but she still mentally refused to believe what she heard.

"But don't worry!" Kiwi explained as though she never mentioned any about 'bad ending' stage. "No one has moved into the other locker, yet..."

From diagonally across the hallway, the same exact Who, the one that first noticed the new Who in the hallway, overheard the growing conversation involving Kiwi and the blue haired Who. The boy however, like everyone else at WhoVille High, knew that her real name was Phoebe. He also knew, just like everyone else, that Phoebe had the habit of changing her name at least once a week. Usually it was something that sounded like her real name, like Kiki or Mimi. She usually ended up inventing a name more than half of the time. And, just like everyone else, he knew she was a little ...eccentric when it came to school superstitions, and she often proclaims that she knew just about 'Everyone and anyone.' He assumed that maybe talking to Kiwi on the first day of school might not be a such good idea, but only because she tended to make people late for classes if she becomes a little too distracted. Yet he couldn't do anything now, the school bell had just barely rang while Kiwi was talking about the last stages of what was known as 'Lovers Lockers.' It was an old superstition that had been around for years in fact, and it even was around when hisown dad went to school. He grabbed what he needed, closed his locker and faded into a gray/black blob as he walked over to his 1st period English class.

The blue haired Who read the small yellow card in her right hand as she steadily twisted the locker's dial.

"Go to 25 three times to the left, 10, 2 times right...got it!" The blue haired Who said to herself as she attempted to open her secretly jammed locker. Kiwi shifted her feet forwards and backwards as if she had nothing else to do. When the Who girl without a name couldn't open her locker, she dialed the combination and tried opening it again, but it still didn't make a budge.

"Allow me..." Kiwi told the 'newbie' as she cracked her knuckles. She looked about the same age as the other Who but shorter; she was probably only a good two or three inches taller than the very Who boy that happened to notice Cora as she went inside the school. With full force Kiwi made a fist and punched the blue haired Who's locker. Within a brief moment the locker door swung open as though there was never a lock on the locker in the first place.

"Ow!" Kiwi winced in pain at her knuckles as they grew swollen. She then took her pencil that was behind her right ear and stuck the tip into where the locker's hinge would lock into the side. With a small wiggle of the pencil, a piece of ABC gum stuck onto it when she took it out. ew, the new Who thought.

Kiwi then walked casually to the other side of the hallway and scraped the ABC bubble gum off of her pencil onto a trash can. The blue haired Who noticed, just like Kiwi, that no one was in the hallway. With both Whos giving a quick glance at the clock above the janitor's office from across what was known as "Lover's Lockers," they exchanged worried glances; they both had the feeling that they were obviously late when the clock read "8:45am". The blue haired Who frantically pulled out her school planner and flipped to a page to where her single, unwrinkled schedule was, while Kiwi grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from her overly cluttered backpack and unfolded it. They both showed each others' schedules, in which they both found out that they both had English class at 8:30.

"Oh man, Ms. Wendell is gonna kill us..." Kiwi said with a serious yet scared look on face. She then shoved the crumpled schedule in her backpack, grabbed the blue haired Who's hand and darted frantically down the hallway while the unnamed Who was stumbling on her own two feet. For someone who was pretty short for her age, Kiwi's running seemed almost impossible to keep up with for the blue haired Who.

In a nearby English class, a teacher was taking attendance for her 9th grade English class.

"Jeremy Spartan?"
"Here."
"Gloria Peabody?"
"Ready to learn Mrs. Wendell!" A pink Who girl said while imitating Mrs. Wendell's cheery and hyperactive voice. The English teacher shot a short glare at the student, and with a small whimper, Gloria mumbled "sorry" loud enough so that her teacher could hear.

"Jonathan-Jordan O'Malley?" The teacher said while eying the very black and gray Who featured earlier on. Without one word being uttered from his mouth, he raised his hand just enough so that Mrs. Wendell would know that he was there. She made a small sigh in disappointment as she usually did; she wished that the small Who would speak up every once in a while. Jonathan-Jordan, otherwise known as Jojo, hated it when she did that. Disappointment was his worst enemy and having a teacher disappointed in him, even for something as small as such, didn't really help any for him

"Kiwi McKracken?" Mrs. Wendell called. The teacher waited for the answer impatiently with her arms crossed. There was no answer, just silence.

"Kiwi ANSWER ME!" She called up angrily all of a sudden while finally filling the room up with noise. Still there was no answer from her.

"Ugh! Did Phoebe change her name again!?" Mrs. Wendell said with a growl. She massaged her temples from the stress that came with teaching a class with 25+ students. No one answered, but Jojo shook his head silently to himself.

"Then why isn't she answering me Jojo!?" The teacher said to his face as she marched right up to his desk in the upper right hand corner near the doorway. There were many things that Jojo didn't like about Mrs. Wendell asides from subtle hints of disappointments, and one was how she'd just snap at people, even if she didn't mean it. With Jojo's usual effortless frown on his face, and a hint of fear of the teacher in front of him, he simply pointed to the doorway.

"You mean she's not here?" Her voice started to become huffy and frustrated. He also didn't like it when she got into people's faces, but since complaining about it out loud would only make her even more upset, he simply nodded his head and tried not to show that he was giving in to her wrath.

"Then where is she!?" She was starting to grow impatient with the silent Who. It looked as if her head was going to explode any second. Out of having the feeling that he was going to get in trouble all because his vague communication, he uttered out a quiet answer.

"The hallway..." Mrs. Wendell's expression softened from finally hearing him speak.

"Now Jojo, can you please tell me specifically where she is?" she said in a surprisingly calm voice. It was almost as if she were the incredible Hulk transforming back into her original, gentle Who state. The one thing that Jojo didn't like the most about her was her constant happy to angry mood swings, but he was trying his hardest not to show it on his face. When he was about to answer another two-word answer, two Who's, the blue haired Who and Kiwi, busted through the door only for both Kiwi to trip over thin air and for the 'newbie' to be pulled down along with her.

"Ugh, not my stomach again..." Kiwi said to herself a few seconds later after the 'great' fall. Out of instinct, Mrs. Wendell turned her direction from Jojo to the two late Whos in front of her. Kiwi and the blue haired Who helped each other up in a frantic panic as the teacher marched over their direction; who knew how the their English teacher was going to react to their late arrival.

"Now Kiwi, can you please explain to me WHY YOU ARE LATE!?" The teacher shouted while completely ignoring the existence the Who standing next to Kiwi. Kiwi made a glance at the blue haired Who and quickly darted behind her as if she were a shield. The teacher, who was now looking right at the blue haired Who, started to calm down. Her face turned from a beet red to how in normally looks as her expression changed from outraged to energetically happy.

"Are you the new student!? YES! I KNEW YOU'D BE HERE! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!" Mrs. Wendell started to jump excitedly like a 7 year old finally arriving at Disney Land. She then dragged the new student to the front of her desk in an animated excitement.

"I am SO glad you're here! Now, I'd love it if you'd tell me a bit about your self. Like you're name, where you live, how you got here..." The teacher started to trail off with a complete list of things that the blue haired Who could say about herself. The 'newbie' wasn't sure whether or not to pay attention the Mrs. Wendell's rant or Kiwi's frightened face. Yet one thing's for sure however; she wasn't going to look at the rows of desks and teenagers, knowing that just by making one glance at them would make her start up her own nervous stage fright.

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