A/N: So, here's the second chapter of SMMS. I'm trying to update all of my fics regularly - but trying to write 13 things at once, it's not so easy! So… Please be patient, all of you. :)

Oh, and also, a little thank you to LuigiGirl-22, HobbesLuigi82, and Skyling, for giving me moral support. Yay!

- Dixie Stonehall

Two

Peach groaned, and slowly opened her heavy eyelids. A blinding flash of light shone into her eyes, making her wince.

With the strong scent of disinfectant in the air, Peach realised she was in a sickroom. She rubbed her forehead hard, trying to remember what had happened.

"Oh, you've come around, huh?" came a voice from the far corner.

A plump Toad nurse waddled over to the bed where Peach was laid. She beamed at her, her huge smile, warm and welcoming. Peach couldn't help smiling back.

"You fainted you know," the Toad said. "We had to have four prefects carry you down here."

Peach felt her cheeks flush with slight embarrassment. She knew that everyone would be taking the rip for weeks about this…

"Do you feel any better Peach? Because it is time that you were sent to your lessons."

Peach knew that she couldn't lie. "Yes. I feel much better now, thank you." She smiled.

"Splendid!" the Toad grinned. "Shall we go along to your first lesson, then?" She picked up a piece of paper from on the sideboard, and scanned it curiously.

"Ah, looks like you have a French lesson first off… Did you cover the topics of work when you were home-schooled?"

Peach smiled weakly. "I did, ma'am. My father taught me."

"Professor Kolorado? A word please?"

"Just a moment please." The Koopa said to his class, before climbing down from his chair, and walking out into the corridor to address the messenger.

Peach felt herself be pushed forward through the doorway, and into the classroom. She heard Professor Kolorado and the messenger mumbling about her in the corridor.

Peach stood still, wondering what to do. She'd never been within a classroom of any school before - so she felt rather bewildered.

She turned her attention to the rows of desks facing the board, and the people who were seated at them.

Seated in the first row, was a red-headed girl. She'd been sat in a rather bored pose - resting her chin on her hands, staring blankly into space. Her eyes were as blue as shimmering sapphires. She noticed Peach staring at her, and smiled kindly up at her. Peach smiled nervously back, spreading her palm in a little wave.

Sat beside the red-head was a boy. He had a large round nose, a cheeky smile, and his hair was very tidy - not even a single hair was out of place. He was tall, and his long legs were sticking out from underneath the table - upon his enormous feet, he was wearing a pair of immaculate green Converse, which poked out from underneath his carefully pressed trousers. His shirt was a gleaming white, and his necktie was made up in a tidy knot around his neck.

Beside him was a different boy - this one was not so tidy. He was rather wide - and took up practically the whole table. His thick brown hair was tousled, parts of it flicked up, parts flicked down, and some flopping into his eyes - which were dark and beady, like a vulture. He seemed to have splashes of breakfast all down his shirt, and all over his tie. He had an enormous pink nose, and snuffled it weirdly like a pig rootling for turnips, every so often.

On the next row back, a tubby young boy was sat. He looked a little like the very tidy boy in the front row. He also had the round nose, and their hair was the same colour, but this one was a little rounder, around his middle, and his hair was unruly. He looked up at Peach, and grinned shyly, as if he were embarrassed. Peach wondered if the two might be related.

Next to him, sat a bright green dinosaur. Well, a Yoshi. He had his head down, writing furiously. He glanced at Peach, and gave her a tiny smile, before focusing his attention back to his work.

Beside the Yoshi was a lanky boy, with a sinister looking face. His arms and legs were very long and bony, and his face was gnarled and twisted, like the root of an old tree. Peach didn't really like the look of him.

Along the next row sat various other Koopas, Goombas and Yoshis. Most of them were slacking off, just messing around and not focusing on their work.

Professor Kolorado re-entered, and gave Peach a gentle smile. "Well Peach, welcome to your first lesson. As you've been told, this is my French classroom. I've been told that your father has covered the topics so far with you?"

"Yes sir." Peach answered, looking to the ground.

"Well, good." He said, glancing around the room. "Peach, I'd like you to sit beside Wario, please."

He pointed to the empty space next to the enormous, untidy boy in the front row. He glared at Peach, grinding his teeth.

Peach gulped, and looked up pleadingly at Professor Kolorado.

"Is there a problem?" He asked slowly, daring Peach to defy him.

Peach shook her head quickly. "Um. No sir, no problem at all." She gabbled, and quickly scuttled over to the empty seat beside Wario.

The disgusting monster was chomping on a clove of garlic, and he reeked of it. Peach retched, and tried not to breathe in his foul odour.

He waved a handful of the vile stuff in front of her face. "Want some, Peach?" He asked, talking with his mouth full.

Peach coughed, almost collapsing under the table. She held her hand to her nose, before saying: "Umm… No thanks, Wario."

Wario opened his disgusting mouth to say something, but Professor Kolorado began calling the register.

Peach looked up, her eyes bright - she had to take this opportunity to learn some peoples' names.

"Kooper…"

"Yes sir." replied a Koopa sat at the back of the room, with a sparkling blue shell upon his back.

"Daisy…"

"Sir!" The red-headed girl in the front row called out cheerfully.

"Parakarry…"

"Yeah sir." A Paratroopa sat beside Kooper mumbled quietly.

"Lakilester…"

"Sir, it's 'Spike'!" cried out a Lakitu in the second from back row. He had a green spiked Mohawk style haircut, and was balancing a pencil upon the end of his finger.

"Excuse me Lakilester, but in this register, it does not say 'Spike', it says 'Lakilester'. Do you have a problem with that…?" Kolorado growled.

"Um. No sir." Lakilester mumbled.

"Good." Kolorado coughed. "Right… Mario…"

"Yes sir." Answered the tubby, shy boy in the middle row. He noticed Peach turning round to look at him, and he hung his head, blushing.

"Luigi…"

"Present, sir!" called the tall, tidy boy in the front row. Daisy nudged him and they both cracked up giggling.

"Dazzle…"

"Yeah." coughed a shady-looking character in the back-row. He wore a ridiculous looking blue jester's hat, which contrasted against his dull uniform.

"Heff T…."

"Sir." Mumbled a huge Toad sat in the second back row. Wario sneered at him, and turned quickly, throwing a paper wad in his direction.

Kolorado misjudged the situation. "Peach!"

Peach jumped. "Yes sir?" She asked, innocently.

"Don't 'yes sir' me, young lady, I saw that!"

"Saw what… Sir?" Peach mumbled.

"Don't try and play the innocence act with me, I saw you throw that paper at Heff T…."

"I didn't sir!" Peach protested.

"Peach, one more word out of you, and I'm giving you a detention. Don't argue with me."

Peach hung her head, knowing it was best not to continue back-answering. Wario nudged her in the side.

"Nice goin', fruity girl." He sniggered, stuffing another glove of garlic into his mouth.

Peach glared at him, wanting to kick out at him under the table - but due to the all-seeing eyes of Kolorado, she knew it was best not to pursue the matter.

"Yoshi…"

"Yup." answered the Yoshi.

"Yoshi, the Yoshi?" Peach mumbled to herself. "That should be easy to remember…"

Wario jabbed her in the back with his finger. "You get put away for talking to yourself, fruit loop."

"Peach…"

"Yes sir." Peach answered, hoping that he wouldn't snap at her just for answering her name.

"Waluigi…"

"Yeah sir, whatever." The gangly figure in the middle row sneered. He signalled over to Wario, and threw an expertly-aimed gumball into Wario's raised hand.

"Wario…"

"Ah-ha. Yeah sir." Wario said, indistinctively, as his mouth was filled with the giant gumball.

"Humph." Kolorado said. "Full house. Now, we're going to continue with what we were doing last lesson."

Kolorado stood up, and began to write down the French numerical alphabet on the blackboard.

"Now then…" He glanced around the room, and then pounced on the fresh meat. "Peach, recite."

Peach blinked, bewildered. "Recite?" She asked.

Kolorado narrowed his eyes. "Recite the numeric alphabet, as I wrote upon the board. I was informed that your father covered the basic topics with you…?"

"Oh, of course sir." Peach said. She cleared her throat and began to read from the board.

It seemed that her father hadn't been one of the best French-speakers in the Mushroom Kingdom - Peach mispronounced all of the words.

By the time she mispronounced dix-huit as "Dicks-Hewitt" the whole class was collapsing with laughter.

"Alright Peach! That's enough!" Kolorado shouted. "I was obviously misinformed about you knowing the basics…" He shook his head despairingly.

Peach bent her head so far down, her nose almost touched the table.

"Troys, Quat-re, Sink, Six, Sept, Hew-itt, Nerf, Dicks!" Wario laughed, putting on a high-pitched voice and imitating Peach mockingly.

The whole class cracked up laughing again. Peach blushed a bright scarlet, right up to the tips of her ears.

Waluigi leant forward over the table, and jabbed Peach sharply in the back with a ruler. "Great work there, Blondie-baguette." He snickered.

Peach sighed, trying hard to blink her tears back.