Hullo again guys~^^

Here's another chapter that I-don't-think-I-promised-but-I-don't-care!

... Well maybe I kinda promised: Kageado wanted another chapter. 0-o

I'm starting to write more stories at once thanks to random "spur of the moments" and what-not...

Do you think that's a bad thing?

Disclaimer: Maplestory makes too many girly classes... I don't even think I could come up with that. 0-0


"Alright now class, this is our new stude-"

"Is it a girl?" one of the students piped up, cutting the teacher off as he did so.

"Of course not!" the teacher, Ms. Rhinne scoffed. "This is an all-boys schools."

And with that being said, the boys were all muttering incoherent sayings, although with her sharp listening skills (thanks to her ears), she could some phrases like "...like a girl" and "...should change that rule," but because they were all talking at once, it was quite difficult to listen to just one of them.

Mercedes- or Mark- as she should've been introduced as, was now cowering in fear behind the teacher's desk, thanks to all the males encased within the same walls as she was. She had never known the male species to be so frightening, but alas, she was wrong.

The only elf in the school caught sight of the scrawny blonde boy sprinting across the outdoor field, carrying a bag of... bread?

How did he manage to bring all that to school? Did he steal it? Did he even go to this school? Had he noticed her earlier in the hallway? Was he cute enough for her to have a crush on him?

All these questions floated around Mercedes thoughts. She decided to think that the boy was only bringing the bag to school; she didn't want to misjudge anyone that she hadn't had a chance to talk to.

Back in the classroom, all the hullabaloo was still going on, and, of course, someone decided to ruin the air conditioner. So now the room felt like one of Ariant's scorching deserts (and during midday, too).

There was a rustling in her now-short hair. She tried looking up, but, of course, she couldn't see what was bothering her. And there weren't any mirrors in the room either. A small, brown-haired boy who wore glasses? Got that. Windows in the classrooms? A whole bunch, but it way too sunny outside: it was the middle of summer. But still, what was that in her hair?

She even tried to scratch her head, but what could possibly have been what the kids these days called "the cooties" moved around to the other side of her head. Mercedes kept clawing at whatever the "thing" was until a boy wearing a bandanna called out,"Roofus, get back here!"

As she glared at the little brown monkey scampering across the classroom floor, her thoughts went back to the boy with the bread: she knew that he was too far for anyone to catch him now, if he really was stealing the bread.


Thank you, thank you... for those who actually read my stories. :D

Response to Wormble3: The other Heroes will soon come into play (including Phantom: sorry I didn't add him into the little main characters thing-y). And yup, Nutella's delicious; I had some for breakfast.

Nutella~ Nutella~ I wish I could have some at my house~

Oh! And do you guys think my chapters are too short?! Please tell me; I feel as if they are.

REVIEW PLEASE! Or I'll send one Asian to get you, and in case you don't know, if you hurt that one Asian, then his/her immediate family will come to hurt you. And according to a VERY reliable source, David So, the immediate family consists of about 32 people. Watch out! ;)