Just a note from 'Shiro-Chan, the amazing author of this story:

Alright, so, people. You've obviously been taking this too seriously. The first day I get these reviews and it's all like, "OMG, no way is high school gonna be like that!" So. Seeing as how I've discouraged a few innocent people, I shall now commence to say: FOR PETE'S SAKE, THERE'S A REASON THIS STORY WAS PUT INTO THE CATEGORY HUMOR!

Good God, since this story is in the humor section, I'm expecting to get reviews because people think it's FUNNY, not because they're scared that it's true! Insane!

At any rate, this is like that really funny movie Drillbit Taylor Skyskater and I watched on big screen not too long ago...if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. Along with the movie 21. Here we go, again...

Okay. So now it's "quiet time" after the math test. I'm not sure how I did, and frankly, I could care less. This is not my place to be, anyway, but I'll bet you anything I didn't get an A.

Alrighty, so yesterday I did some of the groups and today I'm doing the other ones. If you didn't read the last chapter because you never read the first chapter of stories or something weird like that, I am NOT going to waste my time getting you up to speed. I'm not James Patterson, people! (By the way, if you don't get this, read Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports. Then come back and read this.)

So, here we go...AGAIN...(I really hope you're enjoying this story because Miss Skyskater here really wants you to review...She wants to write a story with 100 reviews or more if possible and she's hoping this could be the one...The goals in life of mere mortals, they're so pathetic...)

BBs: Bathroom Bullies. You're taking a shower after soccer or whatever, and they are those people who can inflict torture with a mere hand towel. And I'll tell you from firsthand experience, those things HURT! The Gotei 13 would NEVER have put up with any of these shenanigans, I'll tell you that right now...These troublemakers would be caught, tied up, and fed to Byakuya for breakfast...

PSs: Potential Stalkers. Now, they don't hang out together, so you can't exactly call them a clique. But they all have the same motives, so there is their common ground. These are the people who drive that creepy white van you always see out of the corner of your eye when you're walking home, and then when you spin around to look, POOF! They're gone! It gives me the creeps. Like Mayuri...except he doesn't drive a white van...I don't think he even knows how to DRIVE...but that's beside the point.

Pretties: Please note that Pretties are not always Preps and Populars are not always Preps or Pretties. Yes, it's confusing. DEAL WITH IT. Or don't you have the brain capacity? Anyway, pretties are those girls (and the occasional guy) who spend hours before school in front of the mirror obsessing about which way they should part their hair.

Uglies: The exact opposite of Pretties. Please, don't think I'm copying from those book series by What's-His-Face. The words pretties, uglies, and specials are used on a daily basis, so it's not copyrighting.

Specials: Those for the mentally challenged. You know, sometimes I really do wonder if it shouldn't be the other way around in this school...many of the Specials are actually smarter than the others.

Perfectionists: Some geeks are perfectionists, but not all perfectionists are geeks. These are thepeople who stress details, the people who can build a perfect replica of the Great Wall of China using only toothpicks and glue, but can't figure out how to restring a shoe. (Damn, another rhyme...before ya know it, I'll be dead and have a street named after me! ...Oh wait... I already AM dead, huh? Never mind.)

Teacher's Pets: Ever see those kids staying by after school to have "a discussion" with the teachers? Yup. They're teacher's pets. They're the people who can ace exams and classes through bribery, payment, and yes, food. Male teachers aren't as likely to fall for the whole apples-and-chocolate-cake gig, but female ones will swoon over it. It's a classic. (I convinced the history teacher, Mrs. Long, that I singlehandedly led the Spanish Armada in a previous life. With nothing but a Hershey's Kiss, no less.)

Reporters: Okay. Basically, these are the people that you'd call tattletales. If you push one toe past the line, whether it's forgetting homework or being out of uniform, these guys are all over you like piranhas on a dead zebra. (That image will forever be planted in my mind as one of the worst experiences of a biology class.) And yes, these people are also backstabbers. It's actually pretty funny to hear them arguing about if one of their 'henchmen' should be suspended for vandalizing school property aka the inside of a bathroom stall with a Magic Marker. The answer? Yes.

Norms: Basically, if you don't fit into one of the other groups and are good at blending in and not sticking out and you have at least a few friends, you're a Norm. Short for Normal person, in case you did not figure that out yet. Ichigo and his other friends (excluding Uryuu and maybe Tatsuki, who could be called a Jock-ess) are Norms. Although I don't see how being a Substitute Soul Reaper and fighting Hollows is normal for a human, but at any rate...what they don't know won't hurt them.

Okay. So now the teacher is passing back the tests...(He grades insanely fast, it's like he has superspeed reading or something, but then again...he also has two assistants to help him out...) Oh, YES! GUESS WHAT? I GOT A FRIKKIN D+! Oh, this is the best...

Hey, at least I did NOT fail. That's more than can be said for some of you. (If you're getting angry at me, too bad. That's not my problem. And besides, I'm dead. What do I care about mere mortals' feelings? Also, if you're getting angry, you should probably get a clue that...yep...I'm SARCASTIC and brutally honest. Don't like this story? DON'T READ! Simple as that.)

Well. The teacher wrote some pretty...sarcastic comments on my paper by the questions. Here's a few:

Question: "XXX?"
Answer: "XXX? Isn't that like those M-rated fortunes they bake in those adult fortune cookies?"

Comment: Ah, Hitsugaya-san, as...true...as that may be, the question asked you to FIND the value of XXX. The correct answer is X to the third power. And also, there was no need to draw a very...accurate...portrait of Rangiku-san...

Question: "What is y?"
Answer: "Y should I know?"

Comment: Now, really, Hitsugaya-san, this is a math class. You should know this material since we've only been studying it for...oh...the PAST FOUR WEEKS!

And this is the one that really gets me. This is the one concerning MY DOODLES on the back of the math test, which are perfectly good and not offending in any way!

Comment: Hitsugaya-san, I can understand that you do not like math, but is there really a need to draw you stabbing me with...what is that? A spork? on the back of your paper. I find that offensive AND rude. And while you may be a talented artist, art is not used in my class. Perhaps I should transfer you to first period art where your talents will be better...appreciated?

God, I hate him. AND I hate this school. Have I mentioned that yet?

Well, until next time. Next time I'll probably write about more...LOVELY...high school experiences that I am having here at Hell on Earth. I just needed to clear up those categories for you because your fragile little minds probably could not handle it if I started to talk in "code."

August 18
After the math test (those doodles ARE good, and no, that is not a SPORK! That is my f-ing zanpakutoh you retard!)
The High School of Hell
Hitsugaya

So, peeps, how'd you like?

Please, read, review, NO FLAMES, otherwise Shiro-chan and me will hunt you down and feed you to Byakuya for breakfast! (evil eyes)

Oh, and PS: I really want you guys to laugh. And once again, this is an exaggeration about high school. Like Drillbit Taylor. Don't get scared and drop outta high school before you even start because I'll have a lot of upset mommies after me...O.O

Catch you guys later!
Skyskater (and Shiro-chan)