Super Mario Middle School
Mog Anarchy
A/N: A whole new fan fiction concept here - I've not tried anything like this before - so be gentle in your reviews please! I've called it Super Mario Middle School to appeal to the American authors - and there seems to be a lot more of them on this site than the English ones, like myself…
Disclaimer: I don't own the Super Mario Bros, or any of the related characters - but I did think up a lot of the teachers' names!
Review, and enjoy!
- Dixie Stonehall
One
Princess Peach gazed anxiously into the full-length mirror, hung on her wall beside her cavernous wardrobe. She tugged anxiously at the knot in her necktie, which she'd just tied tightly around her neck - so tight that it was cutting off the circulation to her brain.
Her stomach was filled with butterflies, she felt like she would pass out at any moment. Today was her first day in 9th grade. And she was starting in a whole new school.
Her father, King Toadstool had decided that in his daughters' best interest, that she should cease home-schooling, and go to a public school, to have a chance at social relationships.
For most of her life, Peach had spent her days at home, with occasional visits from a private tutor. A middle-aged Goomba, with unruly curly hair, and a wild moustache. His name was Professor Frankly - a head senior at the University of Goom. Peach wasn't a slow learner, but she wasn't a fast one either - just a comfortable middle.
Still, Peach felt rather anti-social, and didn't want the chance to mix with other teenagers her age either. Peach was now fourteen, a shy and diminutive girl, with long blonde hair, and a pale, heart-shaped face.
Peach had perfect manners, and acted as her father expected her to - as a princess. However, she felt too shy to even speak to anybody her own age, and preferred spending time alone, reading, painting, and playing the piano. However, Peach was not the sort of girl to argue with her father's requests.
She pulled anxiously down on the hem of her freshly-pressed black skirt, hoping that it covered her knees. Peach had always felt conscious about them, for some reason. She carefully buttoned up the collar on her clean, white shirt, and stepped back to stare at her appearance.
Her father knocked at her bedroom door; and then let himself in. He walked over to Peach, and patted her gently on the shoulder. Peach looked up into her father's eyes, having to bend her neck quite far back to be able to see him. (At six foot four, King Toadstool towered over his tiny daughter, measuring just five foot.)
"Are you all ready, Peachypoo?"
Peach winced, hating those nicknames that her father babied her with. He took a hairbrush from the dresser, and began running it gently through Peach's hair.
"I can understand that you're scared… But there's nothing to be afraid of, Peach."
Peach didn't feel convinced, and so she said nothing, biting her lip as the brush tugged hard against a tangle in her hair.
"You shouldn't worry about this, Peachy pie - there's nothing to fear. I'm sure you'll make lots of new friends here."
"Hmmm…" Peach mumbled to herself, smiling as her father placed a bright pink Alice band on her head, to keep her hair in place.
"There we are." He murmured softly. Peach turned around to face him, and he tickled her under the chin. She blushed, but smiled with pleasure at the fact her dad still thought of her as his little baby girl. "Who's my beautiful daughter, eh?" he asked.
"Me…?" Peach humoured him, tapping his nose.
After a light breakfast, Peach was bundled off in the royal black limo, to her first day of Middle School.
By now, all her shyness had rushed back and the butterflies were fluttering around in her tummy once more.
The journey didn't take long, and the chauffer escorted her in through the school gates, across the corridor, and into a grim room.
"You must be Peach?" Asked a voice from behind a desk.
Peach twiddled her fingers nervously. "Umm. Yes, that's me."
The voice then took the form of a blue Koopa with huge spectacles, as she appeared from under the desk. She was clutching a buff cardboard folder, which she scanned curiously.
"Peach… Toadstool, is it?"
Peach nodded. "Yes, ma'am. That is correct."
The Koopa walked around from behind her desk, and took Peach by the arm. "Well, that's all in order," she said. "Now, let's introduce you to the school."
Peach went white as a sheet. "The… School?" She gasped, reluctantly allowing herself to be tugged along a corridor, and through a huge green door, marked "Stage Entrance".
An assembly was taking place, with the whole school sat in front of a huge stage. There must have been around 1000 students sat in those seats.
Peach felt her knees shake, as the Koopa led her along through the back curtains and onto the stage itself.
A Paratroopa was leading the assembly - one with a sparkling red shell, and spotless wings. He was dressed in a smart suit, and his booming voice echoed all the way across the draughty hall.
"And those are the announcements for this week…" he was saying, until he turned to his left and saw Peach standing with the secretary. He nodded in her direction - and Peach felt herself be pushed forward right into the centre of the stage.
"Oh, and we also have a new student joining us today…"
The crowd burst into lots of talk, all eyes affixed on Peach.
"Her name is Peach Toadstool…"
There was a small outburst of laughter. Peach felt herself blush bright scarlet - they were obviously laughing at the stupidity of her fruity name.
"And she's just joining in our 9th grade class today…" The Koopa glanced over the crowd. "And I hope that you-"
He stopped - as a loud thud echoed through the room. Everyone suddenly fell silent.
He turned to his left, and gasped.