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Things I'd Do For You III:
School for the Real World
by
~Miriah~of~the~Wind~
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(A/N: Yes! Things I'd Do For You is back by popular demand! Read by IZ an BUM fans alike I'm hoping to now draw in Lenore fans and fans of the voice of G.I.R.! If you could do anything to make this dream come true I'd be so happy I'd make you a cake! I heard a rumor somewhere that somebody already did this kind of fic but I think that's only a rumor. If this isn't true please e-mail me and I shall give you credit. However, you must tell me the title of the story so I can prove that it really was your idea at the start. Dedicated to CryingChild who taught me how to laugh, Charon who taught me how to except the cruel gyp of reality, and to Jhonen C. Vasquez who taught me how to be different with pride.)
Chapter 1: A Slave Labor Group Artist as a Teacher?
MiriahoftheWind looked around San Francisco only to notice the buildings were on fire. The fire rampaged all around the city and soon the whole bay was inflamed.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Miriah screamed and stopped suddenly. A large seagull came from the sky and soon it began to rain. She followed it to Hyde's Docks and onto the C. A. Thayer. The Seagull settled with four other seagulls. Two of them were gray colored with large, large eyes. The other two were more of a whitish color with different designs on it's wings. The larger of this two which Miriah assumed was the male had more spirals than anything else. However the one that she was chasing had beautiful and colorful plumage with round dark, walnut eyes. They started to fly away and somehow, strangely, Miriah turned to a seagull and flew away too.....
"BBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTT!!!!!!"
"Huh? What?" Miriah looked up to see that her alarm clock had awakened her. She slammed her hand down on the 'Snooze' button.
"Fuck." she murmured, "That had been a great dream. Yeah, flying is cool." Miriah got up to looked out the window. People walked fro and to San Francisco. Miriah lived on the west-northern side so her house had a perfect view of watching people and small boats called Ferries sail around S.F. Bay. It had been Sunday and time for her to get the paper. As we all know in California (like everywhere else) has a huge super-size paper on Sundays. Miriah went outside where street performers danced. Suddenly the paper came at her in full velocity and smacked her right in the head.
"Curse you paper boy!!!! Curse you!!!!" she screamed in furry. Finally she picked it up and read today's headline.
"Sweet Angry Jesus." she gasped and ran into her building whooping with joy.
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It was yesterday, (before Miriah got her paper) and Jhonen Vasquez sat nervously in a office. He wasn't alone, however for his close friends Roman Dirge and Rikki Simmons. In front of them was a lady behind a desk, a psychiatrist to be exact.
"Good mourning to all three of you. My name is Debra. I called you here today because for about a year you worked on a T.V. show called Invader Zim."
"Actually Roman and I did the work. Jhonen gave the orders." Rikki stated.
"Hey! I did way more than my share. I even did other people's shares! But did I complain. I think not!"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Debra, "The point is that my research shows that kids that are: possessing a low self-esteem level, suicidal, homicidal, acquiring disturbing behavior are, in fact, misunderstood. If they were to find a 'group' of their own than maybe they wouldn't have these problems for they would have friends to confide in. The State of California has rented me a school in San Jose for an entire school year, in which, we will mix in to classes of kids. One of these I believe you are familiar with, Mr. Vasquez. Have you heard of www.fanfiction.net?"
Jhonen gulped. Oh, I heard of it alright he thought.
"Um, yeah."
"Yes well we'll mix these kinds of 'young adults' with non-fanfictionists who have never heard of their obsession and record the results."
"So what do you want with us?" Roman asked.
"Well that's very simple. I want you, Mr. Simmons, and Mr. Vasquez to run the school."
The three artists gaped at her. The state approved of this?
"You...you want US to run it?" Rikki questioned, "AND your including fanfiction.net?"
"Yes." Debra said as if she just stated a very simple request.
"Gentlemen," Jhonen said, "This will be a year that'll live in infamy."
"If we ever survive it." Roman muttered.
(A/N: You heard it right ladies and gents! I'm hosting a IZ school!!!! I put FF.N writers, however 'cuz if you know anyone who would be interested in doing something like this wether they know Jhonen or not please tell me. In each chapter Miriah switches from one group to another so although the majority will be IZ, JTHM, IFS, BAD, Lenore, SQUEE, etc there will be other people! Do you want to be a part of this??? Of course you do! I hope... well review, and give me your e-mail address, name you want to be known as in this fic, what kind of stories you do [IZ, Harry Potter, Originals, Lord of the Rings etc.], and which classes you want to take. But keep in mind the max in 8 classes and the min is 2 classes. Who will teach the classes? You gasp. Well you'll just have ta find out!
Classes:
1. P.E./Self Defense
2. History
3. Math
4. Science
5. Drama
6. Health
7. Band/ Orchestra
8. Foreign Language
9. Language Arts
10. Invading
11. Art
12. Computer class
13. Driving (cars, motorcycles, voot cruisers ect.)
14. Psychology/ Managing your robotic units)
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