Yeah, Jessica likes writing this silly fanfic.
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No, I still don't own FMA.
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Wow, what an exhausting day. Crazy teachers, insane band directors, and crack-headed principals. Ed was relieved that it was lunch time.
This was a really random event anyway. Why in all of the many universes out there did they have to come to this one? Texas...? What a weird name for a country.
"Hey, Brother! Guess what? Mrs. Shawver told me that you have percussion sectionals today. That sounds really fun!" exclaimed Al, with his arms waving in the air as he ran down the hall. "Oh, God. I have to deal with that crazy lady again? Even I'm taller than her!" moaned Ed at the table. Ling walked up holding a tray, then sat down.
Ed noticed the leather smell again. "Hey, Ling, do you know what that is?" inquired Ed. "Not really, but it sure does remind me of the last time we ate boot. Doesn't it?" replied Ling.
Darn. Ling thought so too. "Do they have anything else up there?" he asked, really really not wanting to eat the stupid boot stew again. "No, sorry." said Ling. Ed thought a minute. He could transmute it into a boot, then wear it to 5th period. No,that would be weird. He could just see himself walking into class, shouting, "Hey, I'm wearing lunch on my feet!" That would be awkward. Maybe he could just go outside and shoot a bird with the boot he transmuted from lunch. Then he could have meat and a boot. All the things that are possible with boots...
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Mrs. Majewski walked up to Ed's table a few minutes later. "So, Ed, are you going to come to Math/Science practice today?" "Umm, actually, I've got percussion practice..." said Ed hesitantly. He didn't want the horrible verbal beating she gave the poor kid with the chair-standing-on complex. No one did.
"When did this come up?" asked mrs. Majewski. "Today, Mrs. Majewski. This is my first day. Mrs. Shawver is evil and I just found out about it, right, Al?" said Ed. "Right, Brother!" agreed Al.
Mrs. Majewski just stood there, glaring evilly at the band hall (which is right on the other side of the stage that's present in our big cafeteria). Then she said to the boys, "Mrs. Shawver is going down!" She stormed out of the cafeteria and to the band hall.
Ed, Al, and Ling followed her into the room. Al and Ling were amazed at the size of the ceiling and the carpet on the walls. Mrs. Majewski was in the office of the band hall, screaming at Mrs. Shawver. Then, there was a silent pause. Mist engulfed the band hall when suddenly, Mrs. Majewski and Mrs. Shawver jumped out of the office with ninja outfits on. Mrs. Shawver screamed, "Trumpet-blowing-no-jutsu!!!" As a reply, Mrs. Majewski shouted, "Pythagorean Theorum-no-jutsu!!!"
Ed was stunned. Wow. Someone was getting into a fight because of him. Cool! Not to mention, they were teachers. This day kept getting better and better.
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Wondering how we all know where are classes are on our first day? So are we.
