A/N: okay this is my first fanfic so ya enjoy and please if she sounds to Mary Suesh or you have something to say about the story (even flames) please review

First day in my new house and I already hated it. To start, the kitchen is lacking in well, space. The kitchen is like my heaven, the only place in Whoville I can get any time to myself and my passion. Cooking. Not a day goes by that I can't be in front of a stove, stewing up a stew and chopping up a salad. Shaking the salt and pepper like maracas, setting a beat to the days, or day, ahead. I do that, relate wired things to cooking.

I had just gotten up to make some oatmeal, (Yes, even at 5 o'clock in the morning I have to be cooking.) and I noticed something horrible. The stove was an electric stove! How the hell are you going to roast marshmallows on cold winter nights without the flame created from the old gas one we had in Who City. And the worst, I have no idea where the stupid pantry was. By the time I had found the oats I to leave, so I just at oats. Uncooked oats. Not the best first day of school breakfast I've ever eaten.

I didn't think the horrors ended there, but I didn't expect the next so quickly. The bus ride. I'd rather walk to school than ride in that hell machine again. My bleached blonde hair was almost covered in spit balls by the time we got to Whoville High. And to make matters worse, I already have trash can buddies. Banana peels, little bits of paper, and an assortment of items I'd rather not mention, clung to my golden fur as I stormed of to my homeroom, Geometry. Maybe I might score a good schedule.

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Please, have you even been listening? Luck, on my side? Not in a hundred years.

Classes

P1. Geometry

P2. Whoology

P3. Whostery

P4. Literature

Lunch

P5. Study Hall

P6. Music

I groaned. Nothing I really enjoyed besides music and lunch.

"Yeah, first day of school!" one of the jocky-er looking whos had jumped on their desk.

"Jack, get down from there!" squealed a who with hot pink hair and darker strips.

Wonderful, my first encounter with a preppy who this year. Well, second, if we count my trash can buddies. Actually, that who kind of looked familiar. Oh no. She was one of the bitches that sentenced me to get dumped, having her "underlings" do it for her. Great, just great. The teacher better get here soon-

"Good morning class!"

Thank god.

"Today class," said the elderly looking who, "I shall be filling in for Mr. McTed. If you would take a seat," he shot a glare at Jack, "and look on the board, I would like to see how much you remember from last year…" He drowned on like that for half of the period.

This was my chance to scan the class. Jocks, jocks, and preps. One who, with black and grey fur, looked as if he has seen better days. There was also a small gathering of Goth whos. And me. The crazy girl that loved cooking and never wore make up. This was going to be a fun year.

When music finally came around I was ready to start pulling my fur out. Eight. Eight times trash has been dumped on me! My last school wasn't even this bad. I don't even want to think about how bad I must smell right know. I slumped into a seat near the back of the class and watched the rest of the whos file in.

A who with short brown hair and orange fur took a sit next to me and began pulling the paper that still clung to my fur.

"Uh hi there,"

"Oh, terribly sorry," said the who, pausing to push her glasses up, "I'm Jess." She continued to pull the rest of the paper off and, while no one was looking, she sprayed me with something that smelled like blueberries. Yum.

"There, all better. What's your name?"

"Fay." I could feel a friend coming on.

" That's a nice name, mind if I sit here?" She asked, I wonder if she was a social outcast as well.

"No, go ahead!"

We sat and talked for a few minutes till the music who came in and calmed the class. That's when things got interesting.

"I am Mrs. Blut, your music teacher," said the green and yellow stripped who that just walked in, "and I am sure I will enjoy teaching every one of you."

I snorted. Not every one Mrs. Blut.

"I would like every one to stand up and introduce themselves and say what type of music they like."

The class rose with a few groans and moans following. I felt like I was three. I hadn't done this for a class since kinderwho.

" Hm I wonder if Jojo is going to speak…" Jess whispered.

"Jojo…?"

"The black and grey who," Jess pointed to the who in my Geometry, lunch, literary, and Whoology classes. "he never speaks, except one time, and he always finds a way out of things like this."

"Does he sound weird?"

"No, his got quite a voice."

"Then why?"

"No one knows." Jess left me with way to many questions. Before I had time to ask her again it was my turn to speak.

"Name." asked Mrs. Blut.

"Fay,"

"What is your favorite music dear?" Mrs. Blut pursed on.

"hmm kdfjad"

"Speak up, Fay"

"Techno"

The class roared with laughter. Only a few whos weren't giggling out of their minds, Jess, a few others and was it Momo? No Jojo. Jojo wasn't laughing either. I slid back into my seat, my face as red as a tomato. Guess people hear don't like techno either.

Go me.