Hm. MORE SLICK 2 :D

Go~

Slick looked at his face in his mirror, then looked at a picture of his creator.

"Since I did bring her back to life, I should give her some of my features." He smiled.

His stomach growled.

"Hm. What about... Letting her teleport?"

He paused.

"Nah."

Slick sat on his bed.

"Maybe... hmm... I wonder if she'd like to be able to bring people back to life..."

He poked his arm open, causing it to bleed. He licked his own blood, satisfying his hunger.

"I got it! She went on and on and on about how she liked vampires when she was little! I know what I'm going to give her!" Slick exclaimed.

At school~

Mr. Skrap was acting weird today. He wasn't smiling at all, he didn't talk, he gave us endless pop quizzes, mounds of homework, and when someone asked him what was wrong, he yelled at them. Courtney acted terrified, Zasamous didn't seem to care, and I was completely shocked. Hopefully our new teacher is nice.

Courtney and I took our seats in the back of the class as usual. Zasamous was in this class with us. He took a seat next to me.

"I bet that the new teacher is a weirdo..." Zasamous grumbled, putting his head down.

There was a huge chair with the back facing the whole class. Apparentley the teacher was writing something down on the chalk board. When everyone got settled in the classroom, he spoke.

"I am Mr. Indigo." The teacher announced, turning around.

Mr. Indigo stood up, getting in front of his desk. He was a Koopa with pitch black skin, shoulder-length red hair-with black tips- that was covering one side of his head, yellow stripes all over his body, white horns on his head, red spikes on his legs, one tail that had a spiked ball on the end, and another that had a edged tip, long claws, a white muzzle and stomach, a black and dark purple shell, and dark purple shades. He was kind of creepy-looking in that weird way.

"And you will have assigned seats." Mr. Indigo said firmly in his loud and dark voice.

He picked through the class to see who he wanted in the front of the class. Mr. Indigo came through the rows of desks. He smiled when he stopped at Zasamous and I.

"Dad!" Zasamous gritted his teeth.

"Zasamous. Purple haired one. Follow me." Mr. Indigo went to the front of the class.

Zasamous started to walk up there as I wheeled myself up there with my not broken hand. Mr. Indigo nodded.

"You two are sitting in the front of the class." He said.

"Okay." Zasamous and I replied.

"And what happened to you?" Mr. Indigo asked.

"I was ran over by a truck a couple weeks ago."

"Well I hope that you get well soon."

"Thanks." I muttered.

After he assigned everyone seats, he sat down in his chair.

"Now, class.. I am your new English teacher for the rest of the year. I will pick favorites in this class. I will admit that. There are just some.. charming pupils in some classes." Mr. Indigo met Zasamous's and my eyes, smiling slightly.

The class started to mutter things a bit loudly. Zasamous and I exchanged weird looks.

"He's embarrassing me..." Zasamous blushed a little in embarrassment.

"Yeah. Me too." I replied.

"This is not the time for talking." Mr. Indigo said firmly to the whole class.

But, they kept muttering. So, Mr. Indigo scratched his claws against the chalkboard. Now that made the class shut up.

"As I said before. This is not the time for talking." He announced, clearing his throat.

"Any questions?" Mr. Indigo asked, crossing his arms.

Courtney timidly raised her hand in an uneasy gesture.

"Yes?" Mr. Indigo replied.

"Well, will you be doing any extra credit activities?" Courtney asked.

"Perhaps... But I highly doubt it." He nodded.

"Oh..." Courtney sighed quietly.

"Any more questions?"

I looked at his desk. There was a navy blue book sitting on the wooden desk. It looked like it was glowing, really. I raised my hand in curiosity.

"Yes?"

"What kind of book is that? Ya'know, the one sitting on your desk." I said loudly and clearly.

Mr. Indigo looked at it, biting his bottom lip.

"It is just a book. My book that only I shall read. You children would not understand the words." He hissed, sitting back down on his chair.

"Now we will take notes. So I would suggest getting out a pencil and a composition book." He continued.

Later~

The only people left in the class were Zasamous, Mr. Indigo, Courtney, and I. Mr. Indigo smiled at us.

"You are a smart girl, Xza- I mean, Kortez." Mr. Indigo said, patting my back.

"Oh.. well thanks." I replied.

"We gotta go Kortez. We're gonna miss the bus! Let's go!" Courtney announced.

"No, no, leave the girl with me here. I will be taking her home today." Mr. Indigo grabbed one handle of my wheelchair.

"Really?" Courtney asked uneasily.

"Yes, really."

"Um, Mr. Indigo, you really don't have to-" I said.

"No, no, I insist." He smiled.

"Okay then. Well see you tomorrow, Kortez." Courtney walked out of the door, holding her books tightly to her chest.

Mr. Indigo then pushed the chair to Mr. Skrap's room.

"Is it really time to go home? Yessss!" Mr. Skrap exclaimed.

"Oh, hey Zasamous. Hey Kortez." He added, putting a few stacks of paper together.

There was a pause.

"Kortez?! What's she doing here?"

"We are taking her to her home today." Mr. Indigo replied.

"Oh. Well that's fine with me." Mr. Skrap laughed.

In the car~

Mr. Indigo looked like he was about to say something to me a lot of times. He never did, though. I wonder why...

We drove to an old bus stop.

"So you are fine with wheeling yourself to your house from here?" Mr. Indigo asked.

"Yeah. I'm okay with that." I said.

"Well, be careful Kortez." He replied.

"I will. Thanks for the ride, Mr. Indigo." I smiled.

"Do not mention it."

When they drove off, I flipped to Castle Bleck.

"What took you so long?" Count Bleck asked.

"Oh, just talking to a few... friends."

"Okay then. It's just that you missed dinner."

"It's really that late?" I tilted my head.

"Yeah. It's 9:46!" Bleck said.

"Oh. Well that's weird." I replied.

I walked to the kitchen. Stupid beef stew. I think that it's quite gross. My stomach growled a bit. Well, I have to eat. I looked into the garbage can.

I wonder if Dimentio threw away his book called, "How to Know That You're Completely Mental"... I thought.

Nope. Nothing in there except vegetable roots and the meat packaging. There was a bit of maroon blood in the bottom of it. For a second it kind of looked rather appetizing.

Nah. Blood isn't my thing.

I looked at it again. It did look good, now that I think about it. So, I picked it up out of the garbage can. I peeled the plastic wrap off of it, examining the maroon-ish liquid. I licked my lips.

Am I seriously going to drink this?

I got a dark blue cup from the cupboard. I poured the dark red liquid into it, filling it halfway. I did that so Bleck or Nastasia wouldn't know what I was drinking. I took a sip from the cup.

Oh my gosh.

It tastes delicious. No lie. I dunno why, though!

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How was it? Was it good?! YAY! MY SISSY'S BIRTHDAY IS IN 2 DAYS YAY!