Okay I'm back, just thought I'd get this chapter out of the way and thought I'd also mention I have a poll about this story going on now, and I will put up the results with every chapter if you guys like.

A/N I forgot to mention in a pervious chapter Marie also has her tongue pierced,

Okay enough of that…

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Immoral

By: StarUchiha

Chapter 3: My Big Fat Shadow

I was finally able to sit up when everyone from Peach Creek was seated at the front of the auditorium. It was hard to see them past the back of everyone's head, but I could vaguely make out who was who.

"Okay calm down everyone," Mr. Larter preached into the microphone, which quickly demanded everyone's attention. Trust me when I say this man could be pretty damn scary when he wanted to be, so it's best not to be on his bad side.

"Alright children," he started up again once everyone was silent," Here's how it's going to go. Over the weekend I sent out forums to your parents. These forums are housing forums. What's going to happen is that every student whose family sent back a forum with a 'yes' is going to be assigned a student from Peach Creek PS. What ever student is assigned to you will be your shadow for the next two weeks."

TWO WEEKS!?

SHIT, SERIOUSLY!? This was bad very bad, but then again maybe Dad replied with a 'no'! Yeah maybe he finally told Mr. Larter to go fuck himself!

…

Okay…I'm doomed.

"These students will go home with you at night, and you will take them to all your classes during the day. Two weeks means that you will have to spend this weekend with them. You are expected to show them around town and give them a good time. Now I have checked and everyone assigned to a student from Peach Creek is taking an art elective this semester. In your art elective you will put together a presentation which will be presented next Friday. Now shall we assign who will be with whom?"

No one in the crowd said a thing; for once we all remained silent, glaring at our Principal with glassy eyes.

He nodded to a chubby woman beside him who came up beside him, sharing the microphone and stand.

"Hello, I am Ms. Butterberry, and I am a vice principal from Peach Creek PS. And let me just say it is so wonderful of you all to let us into your school and allow us to learn and appreciate your ways as a school," she spoke softly, and when she heard no peep form the crowd she continued by taking a hat full of paper slips off from the floor, "Now, Mr. Later and I decided that the best way to decide who goes with who is for me to randomly pick a name of one of my students out from this hat and assign them to the next person on Mr. Larter's list."

I groaned and slouched over in my seat, nervously picking at the stud in my nose.

"Now let's start," she said sticking her hand into the hat and pulling out a small slip, "Nazz!"

Mr. Larter joined in next with the name the student she was assigned to, "Fredrick Wordchester. Fredrick, come up here please…you too Nazz."

I watched warily as Nazz reluctantly walked up onto the stage, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she walked.

Still as gorgeous as ever I see.

Fredrick dragged himself onto the stage and shook Nazz's hand. She smiled cautiously, all to happy to stuff her hands in her pockets once Fredrick had let go.

They were soon moved up stage, where name after name more students pilled up.

Soon there were only a two or three Peach Creek students sitting in the front row.

"Eddward," Ms. Butterberry cheerfully called only to have Mr. Larter call a very familiar name after.

"Vladimir Cooper."

Carrie and I turned around to face Vamp. My cheeks flushed and finally fading from when the woman had just called Edd's name.

I watched as my tanned friend got up from his seat ruffling his green hair and started to make his way to the stage. I remember to keep low as everyone watched him leave his seat in which I was in front of. I cannot be seen.

Not just yet.

"And now Eddy," Ms. Butterberry giggled.

"And his student representative or representatives in this case are Davey Dubois and Marie Kanker-Dubois."

Haha…poor couple of suckers got stuck with Eddy….

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

I'M ONE OF THOSE SUCKERS!

Davey wheeled out of his spot, turning to me with a frown. I took a deep breath in, and got up; trying my best to close out the whispers and gasps that the children of Peach Creek making from the stage. I saw many cringed and attempt to hide behind their student attendants. I smirked; I guess they still remembered me.

It was eerie how everything went silent as I walked down the aisle to the stage; my head held high, and the only thing to be heard was the clicking of my heels ageist the tiled floor and the rolling of Davey's chair in front of me. I felt as though I was talking my final walk to the guillotine. Seeing them scared, this was supposed to make me happy. It used to make me ecstatic. Instead all it did was make me sick.

Damn, I really had gone soft…

I watched as Ms. Butterberry took a look at me and gasped…I guess she recognized me too. I did spend more than enough time in the office, so it wasn't surprising.

"Marie," she piped, "What are you doing here? You never left a forwarding address when you left the school all those years ago!"

'How on earth did she even remember that,' I though giving her a confused look before walking up the small stair case and bringing out the board to put over it so Davey could come up. I walked back down the board and pulled Davey up from the back of his chair.

I didn't need to turn around to know that the people whom I used to terrorize were staring right through, probably in shock that I was being compassionate to someone. I took my time to turn around…just waiting for someone to start yelling bloody murder. When it never came I looked to Ms. Butterberry.

"No, I guess I didn't."

The room stayed silent even after I spoke, still paralysed at the sight of being here, in front of them. This must have been just as awkward for them as for me. I glanced over at Vamp, but avoiding looking at Double D, and then over to Carrie in the audience who looked as if she was about to cry for me. I rolled my eyes at her.

"All right," I groaned, "where's the pip-squeak?"

"Marie," Mr. Later mumbled with his regular "hold your breath" tone.

"Yeah, I know. Watch my language," I relied sharply. This was getting way too much to bear, with my stomach getting tighter every moment, and my head getting dizzy. The last thing I need was some old guy breathing down my neck about my "language". After all, the main reason I ended up in this dump was because of my authority problems.

"Seriously though where is he," I repeated my throat going dry.

"I'm right here Kanker," A heard the overly familiar voice growl.

I chuckled and spun on my heel to face, only to get an eye of the logo on his shirt. I looked up to get a glance at his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK," I yelled extremely surprised at the sight.

He was fucking huge! I mean seriously, he might almost be as tall as Ed, who by the looks of it was easily over six feet tall. And trust me, I am not short. Most guys are only taller than me by an inch, if that at all!

"Marie, watch your language," Mr. Larter strictly barked from behind me. I rolled my eyes again just as Davey rolled up beside me and looked Eddy up and down. Eddy reached out to shake my brother's hand with a scowl on his face, but Davey just swatted it away.

"I don't like you," he stated blandly (which in return earned a frustrated groan from behind us), "and if you ever talk to me sister with that tone again. Well let's just say the school body outnumbers out in weight, as unbelievable as that might be fatso."

"SISTER," I heard Ed scream at the top of his lungs, scaring the crap out of the boy beside him, "OH NO EDDY! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE NOW! THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING!!"

I felt a low growl make its way up the back of my throat; I really did not need to take this.

"All right kids, it's almost time for second period it seems why don't you all skidaddle and show your partner to your next class, and try to get along," Mr. Later stressed as he shipped us off the stage and out of the auditorium, "After all your all stuck with each other for the next two weeks!"

And a very long two weeks it was going too be.