WHY HELLO THERE, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE CLICKED ON THIS STORY HOPING FOR A FNAF SHIPPING!

Bonnie: YEAH!

Chica: YEAH!

Balloon Boy: AS LONG AS I AM INVOLVED IN A RELATIONSHIP (does a nerd snort)

TheRainbowMailbox: Not in a long shot Balloon Boy, you will be FOREVER ALONE.

BB: I FEEL SO LONELY (jumps out pizzeria's window
Everyone: YAY HE'S DEAD!

sorry that was off the point. Just read, hope you likey
"'ALA POV'

"Head down. Hoodie over head. Keeping eyes averted. Don't show emotions. Brick wall is up. Don't let anyone tear it down./p
"I have lived by these 6 rules since 5th grade, which was 6 years ago (junior). One more year and I am going to be out of this hell hole, AKA school. I just want to go to college, get my degree in mechanics, than stay at home and work from there. That would be my dream job. I look up once I arrive to my locker, and push in the code 19-8-7. My locker swings open, I grab my stuff, than leave, I don't need to stop to talk to anyone. It's not worth the time or my energy. I look up, and see a jock peeking around the corner, (not that kind you nasty!) waiting to trip me. I roll my eyes at them, thinking it is hilarious to trip people in the hallway. WOW, I AM SO HAPPY YOU NOTICED ME ENOUGH TO TRIP ME MARRY ME HAVE MY CHILDREN! I think, silently giggling to myself about this. The guys, I do have to admit, are pretty good looking, but inside that Prince Charming mold is a dirtbag who is going to break your heart. It happened to one of my friends, and now she is a stay at home mother. Wait, here comes the leg, and... I 'fall' on my face.
"Wow, thanks for tripping me and letting me knock my books on the ground." I say harshly to whoever tripped me, shaking back my bangs to see who it was. Ugh, it was that jerk, Mike. "Hey there stick, did the wind knock you over?" He said, with a devilish smile. GAH. He is such a jerk, I mean seriously who spat in your Mc Happy Meal? "Why, yes it did, and now the wind will blow me away from the ugly troll who lives under the bridge." I replied, trying to put on my bravest face and walk past him. "What did you say punk?" he replied, shoving me against a locker. OH sh!t, it didn't work. "Uh, nothing?" I tried to say convincingly, oh no, he is moving for the punch in the face. I close my eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but it doesnt arrive. I open up my eyes to see Mike trying to pick something out of my hair. "Why, Mike, that's so sweet for you to help Ala with her hair." said a voice dripping with honey. I look up to see Mike, giving me a wink and a smirk, before he said: "Why Ms. R, I want to help everyone who is in trouble. Right Ala?" "Uh, yeah sure. Thanks gtg now class is going to start so bye." I say quickly before running to class.
"TIME SKIP BROUGHT BY FLYING RAINBOW T REX

"Walking home from school was the best part of the day, because I got to talk to my BGF, (best gay friend) Jeremy Fitzgerald. We had been bff's since middle school, but he was a grade older than me, and he's graduating this year, which seriously ticks me off. If Jeremy wasn't gay, I would probably date him. He was pretty cute in my opinion, and not a jack like the guys at my school. But today, he was going somewhere 'special', so I walked to the bus lanes at school and got on the one that went to my house. Once inside, I went on the first chair available, the one behind the driver. I know trouble probably won't happen, right? I pull out a newspaper I stole from dad this morning, and start reading, chewing on a red sharpie's cap. "Hey, Ala, Ala, Ala." Says a voice from behind me. "Yeah?" I turn around only to see Mike, awh sh!t! "Hey, can I read on with you?" He says sincerely. "Uhhm sure?" I reply, to which he plops down in the bench with me and starts reading from where I am. It takes 30 minutes to get home from the bus, so I knew it was going to be a loooong ride. We read for a while until we get to the job page, and I start reading, because I'm working on getting spare parts for building something (secret) for my 3 younger siblings. I see some jobs for babysitting, 2 bucks an hour being the average, one as a mechanic which would be awesome, but in the article says it needs "men with strong abilities," which means it thinks women can't handle the job. Great. The only one I'm interested is this one that is "Freddy Fazbutt's Pizza," or something like that. "Hey, can I borrow that red sharpie really quick?" Mike said, to which I hand it to him without looking up, and read the article.

"FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA GRAND RE-OPENING, NEEDS NIGHT GUARD, 100.50 PER WEEK, CALL 1-800-LASS-BOOTY." The bus pulls to Mike's stop, and before he got off, he looks at me and hands me the sharpie. "Thanks." he said with a smile, and got off.
MIKE'S POV

Ala was just, perfect, the way her (here comes Ala's desc.) brown hair falls over her green eyes, the spark in her that makes her, well, special. I feel like a moth drawn to a flame when I'm with her. When reading the article about Freddy Faz's Pizza, I asked for her sharpie, wrote down the number on my hand, and got off the bus and walked to my house (rich person house). I'm gonna get this job, and once my week is over and I get the 100.50 bucks, I'm gonna give her something really nice. Heck, if I keep the job for 5 weeks, I can get her a pet fox (the Freddy Faz Pizzeria is in Wisconsin USA in this story, and pet foxes are legal in the state. HELZ YEAH I DO RESEARCH FOR THIS STORY!) which is her favorite animal, (via FaceBlock ((parody of Facebook))) I act mean, just to hide the feelings I have for her... I call the number, and they said they already got a call from a number, but they say they will let us both work together. It starts Monday night from 12-6 am so yay!

ALA POV

I got the job! I start apparently on Monday from 12-6 am, I cannot beleive they hired me right on the phone, which is odd, but whatever I am a night owl so iy works I guess. I can just use the time to work on the mini machine for my siblings. My phone starts to ring, I pick it up. "Hello?" "Hi, Ala, we got a second call for the job, so we decided since the job is, err, complicated, we decided double the hands is easier! Oh, and their name is... YOU LITTLE CRACKAKID YOU DO NOT BARF ON THE FLOOR! UH, things are complicated. Come to the pizzeria at 11:00 at night so I can get you situated." *click click* "Well, that just happened. I guess this is my first official job, so YAyYAYYAYA!"

A/N THANK YOU FOR READING. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THIs IS NOT A THEWAFFLELAB. STORY, I AM A CO-WRITER FROM WATTPAD (TheRainbowMailbox), AND WE BOTH THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AWESOME TO HAVE EASIER ACCESS FOR YOU GUYS! I MAY GO ON WATTPAD LATER AND PUT THIS STORY ON THERE, BUT UNTIL THAN...

THE RAINBOW MAIL GOES ON! (good catchphrase? yes? no?)

So, this is the second time I am uploading this chapter, because of random controls /p/super and other stuff, so if I missed that, sorry, if it happens again, I will try to fix it.

Rainbow out.