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*Crickets Chirp* H-hey guys; faithful readers and people whom have Favorited me as an author, and you new-bees ;D BOY has it been a while since i last updated... a year and a month ago to be exact... *Ducks in cover as tables get flung at face* CALM DOWN AUDIENCE I BARE GOOD NEWS... and bad news...

GOOD NEWS: Hey im back, what could be better than that? NOTHING! Jk excpt for I will be uploading some of the stories from my past.

BAD NEWS: Beeing as i am a busy little bee, i may not have alot of time to update, now i do thanks to EOC exams and finals coming up soon so instead of stdying i spend my time writing for my lovelys! *cues the awwwwwwwwww's* ALSO i am not continuing all of my stories, just this one and two others. After reading this chapter, leave a comment, go on my page and comment which stories you want coninued, at the end of the month i'll tally the votes and we'll see which two stories i continue.

But enough of my bull crap! Let's continue on with my story


Summery: Flaky wasn't a bad kid; being terrified of practically everything wouldn't allow her to be. She was just at the wrong place, at the wrong time. This explains her current residence in Xavier Academy.

Rated T: for violence, sexual refrences, and curse words, LATER ON

Disclaimer: I Don't own HTF, Mondo Media does! I sure as heck wish i did though!


Her eyes darted toward the clock, making her hand twitch from the overwhelming feeling. She had only five minutes left in class and had over ten questions left on the Algebra quiz. Her breathing soon became uneven as she ran a hand threw her mane of red hair sprinkled with white flakes. She watched as each flake made contact with the desk and panicked.

She looked up once more. Crap! Only a minute left! She thought, as she quickly began to Christmas tree through all the answers. She was about to bubble the last one when the bell rang, releasing the students to lunch. Flaky picked up her paper with a shaky hand and placed it onto of Mr. Lumpy's desk. Mr. Lumpy acknowledged her paper with one of his idiotic groans and she slumped silently out of class.

"Watch out, Flakes!" Her best friend Cuddles called as he skated past her and face first into one of the many lockers. Flaky ran toward him and helped him up, checking for a broken nose or anything among those lines. "No worries, Flakes. It's all good. Catch ya later!" He said as he grabbed his board and ran.

Flaky stood their, her hands on her hips as she pondered. Shortly after Cuddles had left, she heard a ton of teens yelling and laughing as they flew past her, dropping all their components on the floor. Flaky called after them a few times and sighed as she kneeled down, picking up the manila folder.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she saw the picture, along with various student files, and weird blueprints of some sort. Yet, what seemed to catch her attention most of all was that one photograph. It was a Photoshop picture that consisted of Principal Cub with the body of a morbidly obese woman.

As she looked up, she noticed various copies of that one photo, placed on almost every locker, wall, and window. Her breath almost disappeared as she panicked, and to make matters worse, their stood Principal Cub. Not only was he completely and utterly ticked, but he stood drenched in what smelled of pancake syrup and covered with chicken feathers.

"My office, NOW!" he shouted pointing a feather and syrup coated arm to point the direction. Flaky could've talked back, she could've objected, she could've just walked away, but she stood in shock. Unknowingly she walked into the office, taking a seat in the red lounge chair.

"Uh- Um..." she began, her stutters taking over her words.

"Flaky. I can't believe such an innocent soul could do so much harm. Cuddles maybe, or those twins he hangs out with, but you? You're the best thing at this school and you have to nerve, the-the audacity to do such things?" He lectured, wagging his finger in her face.

"I-I..."

"You know what? I know your punishment, and it won't even harm your permanent record, IF you manage to get a good report." he said, talking more to himself than to Flaky. She watches as he picked up the phone and dialed a random number. The tone of the person made Flaky's skin crawl.

"Hello?"

"Hello, head mistress, Lammy?"

"Yes, this is she."

"I would like to transfer one of my students over there as soon as possible. When's your next tour?" Pop sounded almost pained to say such words. Flaky just sat quietly, hearing the conversation unfold.

"Well, visiting hours are around eight, but hey it's Pop, if you can come over now I'd be honor to introduce my school to this misbehaving child." Flaky gasped silently in shock, but hid all emotions.

"I'll be right over." He said before bidding farewell and hanging up. He grabbed his coat and his keys and walked out of the office, Flaky following after.


Flaky flinched as the ruler met the desk with a smack, shaking the metal name tag. The head mistress had snow white hair and vibrant purple eyes. She wore khaki's and a white button up shirt with a pickle sewn in as the pocket. Her ruler tapped her back and she stood up strait.

"Good posture is key in my academy, especially for people who consider that," she pointed her ruler over to Pop, "funny." The head mistress took another walk around Flaky, made a face, and scoffed. "You won't survive a week here; imagine how much torture the rest of the year will do to you." She pursed her lips and began walking away. "Follow." she ordered.

Flaky followed suit, not letting a single word escape her mouth. All that was heard throughout the empty, black, emotionless, walls was the headmaster's heels clanking on the floor with her every step. They finally came to a stop in front of a huge dinning hall, full to it's brim with teenagers all dressed in the same tacky uniforms.

The girls wore blue and green plaid skirts that reached mid-thigh, knee-high socks, black ballet shoes, and a white polo. The boys wore long navy blue dress pants, black loafers, and either a white or green polo.

"As you can see, I keep order in my school, having strict policies on dress code, and practically anything else." she continued her walk and stopped at the end of a very pink hall. "Luckily I have one dorm available; you will be bunking with Miss Rosa and Miss Skunk." Flaky nodded silently and continued after.

"Classes start at promptly eight a.m, no earlier, no later. Anyone with failure to attend will face an hour of detention in the library rearranging the books... alphabetically. I suggest you arrive on time." She said, eyeing Flaky.

"I will allow you to bring ten items of personal value with you. Ten and ONLY ten. Anything more than ten is thrown away. Also I would like you to start picking them as soon as you get home and come back as fast as possible to get you suited for your uniform and your pajamas." Flaky nodded once more.

"Oh and one last thing, Flaky. Don't try to get smart with my system. I have eyes and ears EVERYWHERE." She warned. Flaky put her hands up in defense and nodded understandingly. "Good. It will be a pleasure to have you attending Xavier Academy."

God, what have I gotten myself into, she thought.


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