Yeah, so my screwedness? That's only increasing as I'm sitting here listening to this headmaster, who I have since found out is named Makarov. I've also found out that this year, after the entrance ceremony tomorrow night, we'll have to shift. Like, into wolf form. And all the stupid vamps, they'll all have to drink they're first human blood. Eww….

"I know that the prospect of changing or drinking blood might be frightening to some of you, being that it's a law that our children aren't allowed to drink blood or change into their wolf forms until high school, but don't worry, no one's died yet! I think. Like I said, don't worry! Everything will be fine." finishes Makarov, scanning the crowd of 1st years who are all seated at the two tables closest to the front of the room.

I look around to and see that some of the kids are turning pale, and some are sweating.

"All right then," says Makarov, abandoning the previous daunting topic. "I'll leave you to eat!" Makarov walks off the podium and down to a large round table where other adults, presumably teachers, are sitting.

After the headmaster is seated, the middle and back of the room erupts in chatter, laughter, and overall liveliness. As for the front of the room, where us 1st years are sitting… Well, you might imagine of hyperactive toddlers. Good. Now imagine the exact opposite of that, and that's pretty much us. Except if you're imagining grannies in rocking chairs knitting, that's only half of us.

I look over to my left towards the same pink-haired boy that I had caught drooling over the food earlier, only to find the steak he had been eyeing had vanished, and the plate and silverware in front of him dirty. Geez…

The boy caught me looking again. Wonderfull.

"What? Never seen anyone eat before? Just because everyone at these tables are all gloomy and blegh, doesn't mean I should starve." He says hot headedly.

"Cool it flame-brain." The dark haired boy from before says. I glance over at him and I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato. The guy's managed to take his shirt and pants, neither anywhere to be seen.

"Put your clothes back on Ice Princess, it's disgusting!" says a tall guy who's sitting across from me. I hadn't noticed him before, but I don't really know how. He has long, spiky black hair that's slicked back to reveal his forehead, which is almost the only part of his face which isn't covered in metal piercings. And his eyes… Creepy. His eyes are a bright, bloody red, made only more intense by the metal piercings placed in two lines where his eyebrows should be.

I resist the urge to duck down and laugh under the table like I did before, but this is hilarious. It's like watching 3 extremely immature toddlers arguing over who was the best at making a farting sound.

I'm the only one who's trying not to laugh though. Across from me, next to the tall guy with the red eyes, is a petite girl with blue hair and a yellow headband. I can hold in my laughter, but this girl's face is turning red, and her eyes are welling up.

I can feel my face pale, and I duck down under table, screaming,"She's gonna blow!"

Seconds later, I hear a scream and see partially chewed food dripping onto the bench on my right. I peek my head up from under the table and see Juvia, who I'd been sitting next to, had what looked like a chunky baby food mud mask on. Except it smelled like mashed potatoes.

Juvia slowly lifts her hands up and wipes the mush off her eyes. Her mouth is open like a fish out of water, and she has the most indignant look on her face.

I peek over at the short blue haired girl, and her face is even more flushed than before, probably because she just spit food on one of her classmates.

"AAAAHAHAHA!" so called 'Ice Princess' bursts out. The other two boys join in.

Pause for a sec;

There are some things that boys don't understand that I'll try to explain as simply and in as little words as possible. Girls hold grudges, and will hold onto that grudge until either they get apologise to, or get revenge.

Ok, play;

Juvia is fuming, the blue haired girl and I both know this isn't gonna end well when she reaches for a plate of mashed potatoes.

Juvia slowly raises a the glob in her hand until it's level with her head, and closes one of her potato eyes. She winds back, and chucks the mashed potatoes at the blue haired girl.

Unfortunately, the blue haired girl ducks. And you can probably guess where it goes from here.

The mashed potatoes hit the back of a 2nd year's head. The boy slowly turns around, his eyes smoldering. He picks up a handful of gloppy spinach salad.

The pink haired boy has been watching this the whole time, and only now do I catch on to why he's been so quiet.

The world practically starts to go in slow motion. The mashed potato boy flings the spinach, Juvia ducks, and the spinach flies across the room…

That's when all hell breaks loose.

Okey… Well, people have been telling me that someone by the name of OtakuGirl62101 has been literally copying and pasting my work onto her account on wattpad. Thanks so much for telling me (those of you who told me)! I went and checked it out, and she's been copying my story word for word. I've also heard that she's been copying off of other authors like RayreeAnne. All I want to say is, NOT COOL. And just for future references, if anyone at all wants to (and I don't see why anyone would want to do this but) take the story that I've made here and reword it and add their own twists to make it theirs, then go ahead! But you have to let me know cause I want to see how my crummy writing could be improved. But still, just don't copy directly off of mine or anyone else's work, it's not ok. Putting the time and effort into a story is part of what makes it good, it's just bland and boring if you didn't do it, and it has no meaning. Any whooo, thanks for reading my weird writing, I'll probably be out with the next chapter pretty soon! :)