Strawberry Rain Chapter VII

A/n: No one read this chapter! That sucks…but oh well. When life gives you lemons, you make a new version of the chapter. This'll be the first of many school chapters! It skips a couple weeks, so don't be confused.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

:: September 3 '07: Erika's house: Author's POV

Erika awoke to Cascada music once again. Oh course, she knew that her mother would be screaming at her in about five seconds.

"ERIKA VANESSA TORIYAMA GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE! IT IS NOT FUNNY TO SIT THERE! IT'S 6:31! MURTAGH IS 10x BETTER OF A CHILD AS YOU ARE!!" Ms. Toriyama screamed loud enough to be heard in Narnia.

Erika sighed. She was like this every morning. Erika got on a Hot Topic shirt that had Ron Weasley shirt with a Red and Grey Plaid pelted skirt. She put her hair into high pigtails with two Red plaid circles. Erika was eager to see how hard her adoptive mother had hit Murtagh.

Oh. My. God. Erika stared in absolute horror as if she was a victim of the explosion that hit the Roman city of Pompeii.

Erika: OO

Murtagh's hair was cut to a bit past his ears that made him look like Harry Potter. He was dressed in his now shrunken tight Durza shirt. Murtagh had dark shorts on that went down to the lower half of his legs. He was covering his face for some reason. "Save yourself, Erika." Murtagh said.

"Come on, we need to get ready." Erika said.

((The school parking lot, 7:50))

Alice was waiting for Erika and Murtagh to show or at least Shannon or Sephiroth (Emile was two years younger than Alice). As if she wished with a faerie, Erika and Murtagh showed up. "Hey I thought you'd never show!" Alice said.

"You ready to flunk you first test?" Erika asked.

"Yup!"

Murtagh stared oddly, "Don't you care about your grades?"

"Nope, we fail horribly! I barely past fifth grade!" Alice said happily, "I had to at least get a 50 on my test, so I got a 55! I always have talks with my teachers about how bad I'm doing! I'm proud of it, too!"

"I've only made the honor roll once and that was in the fourth grade when things were easy!" Erika said excited, "I'm smarter than Alice who hasn't made the honor roll once and will end up working at the office with a bunch of fat people if she's lucky! I also barely past Sixth Grade! I had to get a 55 to pass and I got a 61! Shannon actually gets GOOD grades!"

Murtagh stared weirdly. You see, in Uru'baen if students didn't make the honor roll would be kicked out of school if they're lucky. In Alice and Erika's case they would be sent to be eaten by Urgals.

"Don't try to fail like us or you'll be scolded by ma ALL the time. Like I really care, but then you'd be on the road to flunking out of school!" Alice said.

"Let's get to class to see how horribly we fail!" Erika high-fived Alice said they went to class.

Erika looked at the table. "Looks like you have different classes than I do. Good or Bad luck! Speaking of classes, where are the teachers and the rest of the students? We're the only ones in the halls!"

"Duh…maybe it's because we're late for class because of your speeches about how worthless grades are?" Murtagh suggested.

"Oh crap!" Alice said, "Come on, Mur-Jason!" A student walked through the halls.

"Lucky ducks, you got History! Fck you! That was the least-failing subject!" Erika said.

((Room 213, 6th Grade History))

Shannon drooled on her desk and licked it. "Chess…evil…chess…I…hate…chessy."

A couple of the students had tried to draw a bad version of the Mona Lisa. Some had taken notes on the way the trees of the Suburbia called Mayberry waved differently than the trees of the Suburbia of Upper Saint Clair. Some had tried to come up with new fuels to substitute for gasoline.

((Alice's POV))

"Hey when teacher coming. All this waiting is doing Anti-wonders for my kissable lips." A cheerleader named Savannah said. SHE IS SUCH AN EVIL TURKEY!! ROARRRRRRR!!! I hate her so MUCH! Savannah turned to me. Ah shit.

"Maybe they're a Dragon Rider and using wizarding powers to disguise themselves! Huh Ali? Huh?" She said.

"You shut up! Just because I'm not obsessed with High School Musical and cheerleading and actually like something cool you have to be an evil turkey! I bet you don't even know anything about Dragon Riders!" I screamed.

"Like I care, Eragon is stupid and a book. I don't read and who does?" Savannah said, "You're too smart for your grades, Alice Estel. Oh by the way about your shoes, Retro has to be at least ten years old, not last season's style. Oh and those shoes were popular back in the time of the Pharaohs."

"Like that'll matter in the real world! Your grades aren't any better than mine!" I screamed, "It's not stupid and if you feel that way just keep it to yourself!"

The door burst opened and there stood insert One Winged Angel music here Brom. Savannah looked in horror. "Yes!" I said, "The Bromster is in da house!"

Brom: Oo Okay…who is the Bromster?

"You! That's your new nickname!" I said happily. Brom just stared at me like I was the craziest person alive. Being called "Bromster" wasn't that appealing. Murtagh just stared as if he was turned into a statue by Jadis.

"Are there other people from Alagaesia?" A random girl asked.

"A couple and the rest of the teachers are from other worlds such as Narnia. They will be your teachers for the next 180 days." I said.

I could've fainted. This could be the revenge of me and the nerds. I'm not a full-fledged nerd 'cause I get bad grades.

"You will learn the history of Alagaesia, you shall learn the ways of the elves and dwarves and the Varden, you shall the history of Narnia, how Narnia was formed and many other things. If you don't listen, then I shall burn you to a nice pile of ashes. We wouldn't want that now would we? No make-up either. It's vanity and witchcraft." Brom said.

Savannah started to cry. She took out her note book that was covered in pictures of Troy Bolton or some boys from some pop boy band. "Oh sweet, sweet Troy Bolton…," Savannah kissed the notebook covered in really ugly boys.

Everyone: OO What the freak?

Brom stared, "Like I said, it is vanity to kiss notebooks with ugly boys on them."

Savannah was quickly angered by this, "Troy Bolton is not ugly. YOU are ugly! Go back to the retirement home, Oldie! Don't listen to him precioussssssss."

"Right…," I said. The bell rung and everyone felt safe from Gol-SAVANNAH and her ugly Or-Troy Bolton.

Shannon and Sephiroth meant us in the hall. Sephiroth looked tired and Shannon just looked scared.

"Those kids are horrible!" Sephiroth said and wiped his forehead, "I have to deal with this the rest of the year, too!"

"I'm scared of the Principle." Shannon said.

"You already got sent to the principle?" I asked, "What for?"

"I forget. But he was on fours, had a big bread/hair, he was all fuzzy, he looked angry and his eyes were really shiny." Shannon said, "I did the chicken dance in front of the class and the teacher didn't like it. He's evil."

"Whatever your teacher is, I'm scared to see what Erika and her older friends have in store for them!" I said.

:: To be continued::

A/n: So what should Erika's homeroom be?

Science, Galbatorix

English, Sephiroth

Gym, the Gullwings from Final Fantasy

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