Chapter 12! Yay! And we're back in Isadora's Pov! Yayzerz! I like writing in her point of view. :) Probably because I'm a girl and writing in Klaus's POV can get kinda awkward...But that's okay! :D

Why do I always put little faces? O.o

I don't know. I'm weird. :P

Amazing reviewers!:

Choco chipmunk- You are very welcome! And I thank you for the idea! :D (technicall yours, but you know what I mean :))

Scented Candle With Fringe- Oh my gosh! I totally forgot about couplets! Wow, how slow am I? Thanks for the couplet! I'll put it in somewhere and make sure to give you credit. :) By the way, it's a good one. :)

Wolf spirit of the northlands- Yeah, Klaus. And you're supposed to be the smart one. :P

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Seriously! What is up with me and little faces? O.o

Goodness...

Disclaimer: No, I do not own ASOUE, the ASOUE characters, or the ASOUE school or anything ASOUE related. Seriously I don't. Get off my back!

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Chapter 12:

Isadora's POV - Saturday Morning

Klaus and I are walking down the road, hand in hand.

"You know Isadora," he starts to say, "I've liked you ever since I first met you."

"You have?" I ask.

"Yeah. Infact, I think that I might be-

"Get up, Izzy! Get up! Gosh, you sleep like a bear during the winter!" I jump about fifty feet in the air.

"Quigley!" I yell, "How many times have I told you not to scream at me or hit me with a pillow while I am having a dream that I want to have a happy ending?"

"Seventeen! Now get up!" Quigley yells and hits me with the pillow again. It brushes all my messy bedhair to one side. I glare at him.

"Stop yelling!" Duncan yells, slapping his pillow, "How many times have I told you not to scream while I'm trying to sleep in on Saturdays?"

"Seventeen!" we both yell, "Now shut up!" Quigley throws his pillow at him.

"I'll shut up when you two can shut up long enough for me to go back to sleep!"

Just then, Violet stomps in. "I can't find Klaus! Where's Klaus?"

She's practically tearing her hair out.

"Relax, Vi!" Duncan yells, "He fell asleep in the library!"

"How would you know?"

"Because, I went in there looking for him yesterday and saw him asleep in a chair in the back! Now everyone shut up so I can go back to sleep!"

"You know, Violet," I say in my regular tone, "If you should be worried about anyone, it should be about Beatrice. I have seen her in quite a while."

Violet's eyes grow wide. "Hey guys, I'll be right back..." And she leaves the shack. A few seconds later, she runs back in and screams, "Beatrice is gone! All these problems started when that hooci mama, Betty, got here! She kidnapped Beatrice!"

Did Violet just say 'hoochi mama'? Dude...

I cover my mouth with my hand to keep Violet from seeing my smile. My smile turns into snickers, and that turns into laughter all too quick.

I plant my face on my pillow, laughing like crazy. I look up for a second and see that Quigley and Duncan are basically doing the same thing. Except they're literally rolling on the floor laughing.

"You people are so rude!" Violet screams at us, "A baby is missing!" Then she runs out of the shack.

Quigley stands up, wiping a tear from his eye. "Oh my gosh," he says between laughs, "I love my Violet! Woo, that was funny..."

I look at Duncan, whos still laughing. I don't think he can stop. It might take a while.

A few seconds later, we hear a faint scream from Violet, "What do you mean she has a nanny?"

After another few seconds, Violet walks into our shack. "Hey guys. Yeah, um...turns out, Klaus and Sunny got a nanny for Beatrice a couple days ago because a shack isn't healthy for a baby...and apparently they're both in a dorm...and apparently the nanny's my cousin Cecelia...You know, if a shack isn't healthy for a baby, how come Nero didn't do anything for Sunny the last time we were here?"

"Because Nero's an idiot," Quigley says, "He's more of an idiot than Duncan!"

"Nuh-uh! I'm the King of Idiots!" Duncan protests.

Why is it that one day Quigley and Duncan argue over whose a bigger idiot, and now Duncan claims to be the King of Idiots? I swear, I'm related to the most strangest people in the world.

"Well," I say, jumping off my bed, not wanting to hear another argument, "I'm gonna go to Carmelita's dorm. Buh-Bye."

"Bye!" They both call out to me at the same time.

After I get ready and do all that stuff you have to do to look a little decent, I walk to the dorm building.

I'm walking towards the elevator when I see Klaus walk inside it. At that, I spin myself around and run back to the front entrance. I don't walk back there until I see that the elevator door is closed. I don't think this would be a good time to talk to him. But then again, Violet did say that it was Bonnie that kissed Klaus...

Aw, crap, why didn't I go in the elevator with him? I couldv'e apologized or something!

When I finally reach Carmelita's dorm, she opens the door before I could knock. Before I say anything, she says, "I heard footsteps and assumed it was you. And I was right!"

I walk in and close the door behind me.

"So, Carm," I say, "Have you got any ideas for another prank to pull on Bonnie?"

"Yes!" she exclaims. "First, we somehow get our hands on some sleeping pills. Then we mash them up and pour them in her drink. And while she's knocked out, we sneak her on a plane to Spain!"

"Yeah, you see, I was hoping for something legal."

Carmelita looks down. "Shoot..."

"Well you have a backup plan, right?" I ask hopefully.

Carmelita laughs nervously. "Yeah, you see, you're going to think that this is funny, but um..."

"You don't have an idea do you?" I ask.

"Maybe..."

"Carmelita! I'm shocked! You're the prank expert!"

"I know! But I have Pranker's Block!" Carmelita plops down onto her bed.

"Why not use one of the pranks you pulled before?"

Carmelita frowns at me. "Are you kidding? If I used the ones I pulled before, people are going to know that I had something to do with it. And, since we've been together a lot lately, you'll get blamed too! No, thank you!"

I don't respond. The pranking section of my mind isn't as complex as Carmelita's is. Or was, really.

After a few moments of silent thinking, my mind wanders off to my favorite music. Just because I don't have good pranking ideas, doesn't mean that my imagination likes running around.

I think about one of Avril Lavigne's albums called Under My Skin. I remember how in some of the pictures, her hair looked green. I wonder if she actually dyed her hair or if they did something to the pictures.

Wait a second...

"Carmelita!" I exclaim, spazzing out on her bed.

"Dude!" she yells balancing herself on her bed. Apparently, she was attempting to go to sleep.

"I just thought of something!"

"Me too," Carmelita says, putting her face in her pillow again. "I realized how tired I was and decided to get some sleep no matter what time it is."

"No! I thought of a prank!"

Carmelita immediatly sat up next to me. "Keep talking."

"Well, what we could do is this..."

Sunday Night-8:30pm

Carmelita and I ran down the hall to Bonnie's dorm. Carmelita's carrying the supplies in an oversized pink bag. When we reach the door, I take out my bobby pin, hoping that my sucessful lock-picking streak will continue.

"Are you sure she's not here?" Carmelita asks suspiciously.

"I'm positive! I saw her reading in the lobby. And she glared at me..."

Click!

"Yes!" I exclaim. I quickly open the door and bolt inside, closing the door after Carmelita runs in.

"Alright," Carmelita says, "now where the heck is the bathroom?"

"Where else?" I ask. "All these dorms look the same to me."

I run to a door and open it. Yup, there's the bathroom.

"Come on!" I whisper loudly.

Carmelita hurries in and throws the shower curtain open and begins skimming the large bottles on the shelves.

She takes out two large bottles and a medium sized one.

"Okay," she says, "These are the shampoo bottles," she points to the big ones, "and this is the condition-wait she uses Herbal? No wonder her hair is so pretty!"

"Carm! We're not here to exchange hair products!"

"Right, right. My bad."

We empty the shampoo bottles into large plastic bags from the pink bag and we do the same with the conditioner.

"Ready?" she asks.

"Ready," I say.

We begin filling the two large bottles with blue hair dye and the conditioner bottle with dark green hair dye. We pour a little water inside and shake them a bit.

After we stuff them back on the shelves, we run out the bathroom and head for the exit.

"Wait," I whisper.

I look at the knob. It's...turning.

"Hide!" Carmelita whispers loudly.

Oh crap, oh crap, there's nowhere to hide! Everything's in the open! Wait...

I practically lunged under Bonnie's bed. I didn't see where Carmelita went, but I hope she doesn't get caught. I hope I don't get caught! My foot moves to the side abruptly and hits a piece of metal of the bed's legs. I give a slight gasp at the pain and quickly cover my mouth.

Just then, the sheets in front of my face are lifted and I'm looking at...

O.O Who's she looking at? Well you only have two choices: Either Bonnie or Carmelita. Which one do you think it is? I think it's...hold on, I can't tell you! Whoops! Sorry!

I might not be able to update in a while because my English teacher assigned a SUPER HARD project on the Holocaust-don't ask why. This is all Hitler's fault. Stupid Hitler. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have to do this project and I would go on with my merry little life.

Anyways...review! Bye!

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