Getting ready for college sucks! I need to de-stress. I finally came up with a sequel for Chow's Job. It's a Triple Crossover of Halloween, Jackie Chan Adventures, and Winx Club. X3 Yes, I know it sounds weird, but say that to my brain. It's too much like my room. Very messy and disorganized.

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Yay. Alfea. Shelby looked at the boarding school she was to call home for the next few months and sighed. It was just another place where she would be a freak. Just like every other boarding school.

She wasn't quite sure what to make of the fact that it was in a completely different dimension, however. Like it made a difference. Scientists had been speculating on the existence of alternate dimensions for decades.

She adjusted her pack and entered the gate. Looking around, she saw already that she would stand out. While all the other girls were dressed in bright, preppy colors (some were beyond preppy), she wore dark colors and black lipstick.

A scary-looking lady stopped her. "Have you registered? If you have, then you know the penalty for coming here without registering."

Shelby raised her eyebrow. "I believe it was something about turning me into an iguana?"

The lady stepped aside. "Correct." She huffed. "You may proceed."

Shelby kept her eyes narrowed at the lady as slunk past. Further up the path, she was stopped by another person carrying stacks of papers.

"Name and year?"

"Shelby Lynne, freshman."

He quickly rifled through the papers. "Ah, here you are. These papers are a map of the school, your class schedule, and your dormitory number."

I accepted the papers and entered the school. It was much larger than it appeared from the outside. I finally found my way to my dorm. Finding it was made a lot easier by having my name right there on the door.

I dropped my bags on the floor and flopped onto the bed. Lying there, I reflected on the deal I had made with the man named Chow. That vampire Tsuki had miscalculated. No matter what you did, there will always be at least one Dark Chi Wizard around. Chow was the new Dark Wizard.

Anyways, the deal I had made with him was terribly risky. I had asked him to use his magic to make me a legitimate blood relative of Michael Myers so I could lure out the killer and someday defeat him. I planned to gather data on him with every consecutive Halloween he showed up. To make me a relative, Chow had somehow gotten some of Michael's blood and spelled it, then gave me a transfusion of it. The change in my genetics had been horribly painful, and I was in the hospital for two weeks after that.

After the gene switch, I had gone to a paper artist to forge a new identity as Michael's cousin's daughter. The guy clearly thought I was crazy.

Now here I was, in a completely different dimension, with no clue how my amateurish investigation on Earth was going. Ah, well. I could always ask to return home for Halloween.

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The first class of the day was headed by the strangest person I had ever seen. He was short and astonishingly bouncy, with curls next to his pointed ears.

"Alright, class! First thing you're gonna learn—transformations!" With that he turned into a squirrel, and I had to suppress the urge to bark at him. It seemed that I wasn't going to be such a freak after all. I had the same magic as the rest of the students.

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My year at school was going very well. I was actually getting good grades for once, but I still avoided making friends. I can't have friends. They always get killed by that person.

I'd even put up my "family tree" on my dormitory wall. "Cousin Mikey" and I were the only ones left alive on it, and the names of the dead were supplemented with descriptions, how they died, and newspaper articles, as was Michael's name. Anyone who looked at the tree would know that he was the one who killed them all. It seriously creeped out my roommate.

Finally, in September, I asked Miss Faragonda if I could return home for the week surrounding Halloween.

"Why do you ask?"

"…It's a family reunion, of sorts…"

She glanced at me skeptically, her lips pursed.

"Come on," I begged. "I've only got one living relative and he's in a sanitarium. That week is the only time I can see him! Please!"

"Alright," she relented.

"Thank you, Miss Faragonda!"

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October 27. I packed my bags with weapons and equipment for potions. Before long, I was standing at the departure portals. I smiled to myself.

"Time to see Chow…"

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I hope it wasn't too lame… ^-^' Please read and review!