(I decided I'm going to update once a week cause I take a long time to get the words flowing... To the reviewers:
Dark Magix- Thanks :) I'll have more of Claire talking to Rascal so she might mention other funny things... not on purpose. She's a funny gal, but she doesn't know that.
Energy witch- Yeah, Rascal's gonna be- well, her emotions will be mixed about Randy after he joins ROR. Can't wait to write that!
Whitling- Yep, Claire's most likely going to show more of that, as in she's not going to be a boring person. The Dean is in this chapter! Let's see Rascal's reaction;) And writing the Scare Games is going to be very fun!
Amber Flare Summers- Thanks! Glad to hear you love it!
Mallowleaf- Thanks Mallow! Told ya it was good! (Btw, you can review on our account, not as a guest, if you want.)
randompotpourri- I might have her have another scary dream to add to the plot. And thanks for giving me the EEK idea! I'll think I'll use it. Can't reveal what it'll be like... man, I love and hate cliffhangers.
Guest- I might do that when I'm older, I don't know. Sounds like fun!
EmilyAnaya19- Rascal deserves to be in the movie, I definitely agree! Or at least a special features on the MU DVD when it comes out. That would awesome! And I'm happy you like it a lot!
noface- Once again I can't reveal anything... but she may be paired with someone. I haven't actually thought about it.
Ruko3- Thanks for reviewing my story! Knew you'd like it :)
Save the Gators- Yeah, I know, weirdness XD Claire and Brock make a funny pair... that's my opinion.
Anyways peeps, enjoy the chapter!)
Once we're all done with breakfast, Randy, Mike and I walk into the scare school. Randy decides to sit next to Mike. I'm about to it sit next to him when I notice how big school scaring school is. It's like a huge dome surrounding us.
While I'm looking at the place in awe, (Wow, I've been doing that way too often here!) I bump into a furry purple monster shaped like an arc, making me spill all my books.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I tell him. He spilled all his books on the floor too.
"It's okay." The monster says cheerfully. "I'm Art, dude." Then he looks me over. "Oh, I mean dudette."
I shrug. "No problem. I'm Rascal, by the way. Do you want to sit next to me?"
He nods. "As soon as we get our books together."
I get my books all scattered on the floor: I'm Scary, You're Scary, Scareonomics, The Power of Screams, and The Complete Monsters Encyclopedia. Mike lent me his extra copies, thankfully. Wait a minute, where's my-
"Whoa! This is so cool, dudette!" My eyes widen when I see he has my bird book in his hands.
"This bird is so pretty!" Art says, smiling happily. "Who's a pretty birdy, who's a pretty birdy?"
I grit my teeth. "Art, don't say that so loudly. I could get in trouble around here."
Art frowns. "But it's so pretty!"
"Yes, I know, the..." I look at the bird. "The American Kestrel."
"How'd you know that?" He asks, amazed. I didn't think a monster would actually like my book!
"Well, I studied a lot, I guess." I say, shrugging.
"Cool!" He says for at least the third time.
I smile. "Yep, pretty cool."
Abruptly, the huge doors slam shut and a orange dinosaur-like monster goes up to the chalkboard. I hide my book behind my back and put a finger up to my mouth to show Art not to tell anyone. He seems to understand and nods.
"As you all should know by now, my name is Professor Knight and I teach the scaring program." He says to all of us in the large classroom. His voice echoes throughout the classroom.
"Scaring is important for this city!" Professor Knight shouts at the class. I back up in my seat. For a scare teacher, he is quite scary.
"It is my job to identify the scariest monsters here in this classroom!" He shouts some more. "Only a few have what it takes to pass the final exam to become a scarer."
What? I have to pass an exam to be a scarer? You're kidding me, tangerine dinosaur!
Apparently, all the other monsters here think the same and start muttering.
"QUIET!" Professor Knight shouts. Everyone goes silent.
"Now, as I was saying-" But once again he gets cut off again by something running into the room. "What the heck is it?!"
A furry turquoise monster with purple polka dots and horns enters the room. C'mon! Not him again. "Sorry I'm late, Professor. James P. Sullivan, by the way."
Immediately the Professor's annoyed gaze softens. "You mean like Bill Sullivan?"
"That's my Dad." Sulley says and does a chi-chi and makes it look he's like loading up a gun. Almost all the girl monsters fall back in their seats sighing. Ew.
"Well, I expect great things from you." Professor Knight says, winking. I see Mike is getting extremely annoyed of this Teacher's Pet. So am I.
"I won't let you down." Sulley says. I roll my eyes. Jerk.
He taps my shoulder. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow?"
"No, I don't. This is my only one." I say, holding it up and tapping my Scaring book. "Go find someone else."
"Ooh! I have one!" Art says excitedly. He hands him one out of his purple pencil case. "It has a rainbow with a unicorn! How magical!"
Sulley takes it reluctantly. "Yeah, thanks." And he sits down.
"Now, class, as I was saying-" This time Professor Knight is interrupted by something flying into the room. "WHAT NOW?!"
The thing flying into the room looks like a old woman with a millipede body and large red wings. It flies around the scaring classroom 2 times and then lands in front of Professor Knight.
"Good morning, Alfred." The monster says kindly. "No need to shout."
"Abigail, I-I didn't know you w-would drop by." Professor Knight says, frightened.
"Who is she?" I ask Art. He still seems to be in a daze when he gave Sulley his magic unicorn pencil. I wave one of my arms in front of him. That gets his attention.
"She's the headmistress of Monsters University. Dean Hardscrabble." Art whispers, gulping, his exciting attitude gone. I've never seen him like this. But then again, I just met him today.
"Oh, I only wanted to see the future scarers." Dean Hardscrabble says gently to what seems the whole class. "And future non-scarers."
Everyone is completely silent as the Dean continues talking.
"Remember, the Scare Games are in the spring. Choose your fraternities wisely, boys. And same for your sororities, girls. Prepare for them, and I can guarantee you'll be a scarer." The Dean looks around at the class.
"I'll play teacher for now, if that's okay with you, Alfred." She says, changing the subject, almost as if it is a question.
"Oh, um, yes, you can." Professor Knight says nervously. And I thought nothing scared him!
"Can anyone tell me at least one type of fear or more?" She asks the class. Everyone stays silent, except for Mike.
"Dean Hardscrabble, I know some types fear! More than one!" Mike shouts, his hand waving in the air.
The headmistress ignores Mike's pleas for being called on and walks over to me. I have my head down, looking at my scaring books. Call on Mike, not me, lady!
"How about you?" Dean Hardscrabble asks. I look up a little and I see her eyes are like lasers. I'm starting to not like her already.
"What's this?" She asks. Abruptly, the bird book behind my back is whisked into her hands. I swear, she has eagle eyes or something. How the heck did she even see that?
"A human book?" She says, amazed and disgusted. She drops it and it makes a loud clunk on the stone floor and it skids up to the chalkboard. "Where did you get this?!" Anger and fear are in her eyes. I feel everyone's eyes on me.
"I got it from my father. He was a s-scarer. He got it from a kid's room for me. He th-thought I'd like it." I stutter, don't daring to look the Dean in the eye directly.
"Your father? What was his name?" Dean Hardsrabble presses.
"Boggs. Connor Boggs." I say.
"You're father was one of the top scarers." She says, amazed. "And he threw it all away, didn't he?"
"I don't know." I admit. "My brother and I never found out what happened to him."
"Your brother? Who may that be?"
"Randy. Randy Boggs." My brother lifts his hand a bit, his eyes shifting around the room anxiously.
"You never found out what happened to your father?" The Dean asks, still in that amazed tone. Now there is an sense of arrogance in her voice. She chuckles. "He threw it all away so he could see what the human world was like. Moron. Didn't he know humans are toxic? He probably died his first night there."
"That's not true!" Randy yells. Mike holds him back from going any closer to her.
"Oh? And his 'mysterious disappearance' is acceptable?" The Dean says. She looks at the book lying on the ground. "Luckily, I don't think this one is toxic. It's too old to be harmful." She shrugs. "And please. Don't be like your father. Be a real scarer. Do you really want to be a coward, giving up your life career?" The Dean flaps her wings and flies out the window she flew into.
"Wait! I thought you were going to teach the class how to scare!" Professor Knight shouts.
"I taught them enough of what a real scarer should be like." She says, that amused look in here eyes, and flies off.
Everyone turns to Randy and I. "Bird freak." "Flying lizard." "What kind of a name is Rascal anyway?" "Traitor twins." All this is whispered throughout the class. Professor Knight doesn't seem to notice or care. I want to tell them to shut up so bad, but I feel like a withered balloon.
"Rascal, since you never got the chance to answer the Dean, can you name some types of fear?" Professor Knight asks as more hurtful whispers seep through my head.
"Autophobia and Veritaphobia."
"Good! Now what are they?"
"Atuophobia is the fear of being alone or abandoned." I say.
"And the second?"
I pause for a bit. Sighing, I answer, "Veritaphobia is the fear of being alone or abandoned."
"Very good Rascal. Class dismissed."
I grab my books quickly, including my bird book, which is now dusty from the floor. I start to head out to Study Hall before Art, Randy, or Mike can say anything. Scare class is actually longer than I expected. It was 2 hours and a half. It felt so quick, though. When I'm about to walk out the door, I notice one of the ROR monsters walking up to my brother. They talk to him a bit, and he nods vigorously, smiling at their comments. I wonder what they're saying because I'm too far away to hear what they're saying.
What if it's true, my father left us to see what the human world was like instead of stay as the scarer he was? What if he was sick of our family and left to find a new one?
But if what the Dean said was true, I definitely wouldn't be like my father. I can't believe he left my family! Well, I'd prove Dean Hardscrabble I was a great scarer. I'd find a good sorority for the Scare Games and win and laugh in the Dean's face telling her, "I'm not the wimp you thought I was, hag! I won, so I'll be a scarer! One so great, you'll be blown away!"
Then I realize I won't share that victory with Randy. There can't be a boy and girl on the same team, apparently. That weighs down my mood by a lot.
And my dream from last night. Can I really scare a little kid? I push that thought away. Of course I'm a scarer! I'll be the best one Monsters University has seen! I won't let the Dean tell me what a real scarer should be like. I'll be a good one, that's for sure. But a different one that thinks more open-mindley.
As I enter the library, I pile my scaring books and spread them out on the table. If I want to be a good scarer, I have to start at Step One: Study.
(I sorta rushed through the end, so I'm sorry if it's not the best :P
I have a poll on my profile page on what sorority or possibly fraternity you think Rascal should be in the Scare Games. Vote please! I even created a forum where you can act as you own monster in Monsters University :)
Also, I won't be using any more curse words. It doesn't really flow with this kind of story. I'll use replacements like "Shoot!" and "Darn!" stuff like that.
R&R! Next chapter may take a long time... so once again suggestions would help!)
