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Okay now that my caps lock rant is over, and I made you wait forever, here is the next chapter of Walney High. I hope you all enjoy :)
Anna's POV
"I'm here!" I yell, sliding into Ms. Morgan's first period chemistry class just as the bell rings. Yes, literally sliding like a rock star who just finished an epic guitar solo. I stand up and smile at Ms. Morgan. "I'm here."
"I can see that, Anna." She says, writing something down on her attendance clipboard. "Now, take your seat. We're supposed to be having a pop quiz."
I struggle to catch my back and move to my seat next to Jack, passing Olaf who gives me a high five.
"Nice entrance," he says when I sit down.
"Thanks," I reply, removing a pencil from my bookbag. "There's a pop quiz? When does that ever happen? Was Ms. Morgan replaced with an alien clone or something."
He laughs. "No, normally, teachers give tests to their students to check on their progress. It's how our education system work."
I pout. "It's still weird."
"Alright, everyone. Take your time, but try to finish soon. I'm not going to lie," she begins passing out the blank tests. "The only reason why we have a test is because I couldn't think of a lesson plan since we're ahead a few classes, so this is pretty much it for the day. Plus, sitting in silence while I stare at you all take a test is pretty boring." Once she is finished handing them out to everyone, she moves to sit behind her desk. "Good luck, everyone and begin."
I look down at my test. Okay, line 1. Name. Oh glob! What's my name again?! Right! I'm Anna. Okay. One down ten to go. I occupy my time filling in what I think are the correct answers. No time limit means that I can take the time to make sure each of my answers are correct. My eyes look over the room. Everyone is finishing up. Time to kick it to full speed. Just a few more... Almost there... and... done!
When Ms. Morgan is sure that everyone is done, we trade and grade (guess who got a perfect score and has two thumbs. That's right! Jack Frost!). We spend the rest of the class period split between a study hall to ask questions on everything we've learned so far and watching Netflix. Ms. Morgan is pretty much the greatest period ever.
The bell rings, signaling the end of the period. "Ugh, Meyers," Jack whines.
"I don't think I'm mentally prepared to deal with that man."
He laughs at this. "Let's hurry up before he gives us a detention for being late," he uses air quotes when he says late.
We head down to the crazy teacher's classroom, where he waits to shake everyone's' hands in front of the door. We make eye contact for a brief moment, and his stern face visibly gets angrier. What did I do to him!? And why do I get the feeling that impending doom is very close? I look at Jack, worried. His face reflects my feelings exactly. If Meyers is mad at me, this class period is going to end with public humiliation and waaay more math problems than should be legal in a classroom. Okay, think Anna. What did you do now? Yesterday, you were a slave doing things for the crazy redhead and getting yelled at by Elsa... YELLED AT BY ELSA! Why!?
"Oh, no," I manage to whisper right before we're in Mr. Meyers's earshot. I plaster a smile on my face and extend my hand. "Hello, Mr. Meyers. How has your morning been?"
"Great," he answers curtly. "What a pleasure to have you actually show up." He shakes Jack's hand, and the two of us rush into the room.
"What did you do," Jack whispers.
"Remember yesterday, when Elsa called me, freaking out? I was supposed to help Meyers yesterday for some extra credit."
"Well, he's taking it well."
That makes me laugh, and we head to our seats. This will be an interesting class. The bell rings, and Meyer enters the room. I am instantly terrified of what he is going to do and am completely expecting him to call me out on it in the first few seconds of class. When he spends more time than necessary straightening his papers, the class sits in silence watching him. I can feel myself begin to sweat. Why is he prolonging my punishment?
Mr. Meyers clears his throat and looks directly. Here we go. Brace yourself, Anna. "Students, today we are going to be able to-" He is interrupted by the opening of the classroom door, and the poor soul that came into class late stands in front of the door trying to think of some kind of excuse. "Learn why Jimmy here thought it was professional to enter our learning environment late."
"Well, you see, sir, I, um, was running, and then a dog, yeah a dog, came and uh, uh..." Jimmy struggles to stop stammering and come up with a believable excuse. I shoot the poor soul an apologetic glance. This could take a while.
One 40 minute lecture later...
"And that is why, students, we should learn from Jimmy's ignorant decision to enter late and remember that if you're on time, you're late and if you're early, you are on time. Any questions?"
Most of the class just stares at him, and silence envelopes the room. "Good, then we can continue on with our scheduled-" he is interrupted by a loud snore from the back of the room. Glob help his soul, for hell hath no furry like an angry math teacher.
The rest of our class is spent with another lecture and I am thankful for the large distraction. I sneak a look at Jack and smile as big as I can. There are only a few more seconds left in class, and I haven't gotten yelled at! This is awesome! No punishment!
"Despite the distractions today, the required homework stays the same. See you all tomorrow," he says just as the bell rings.
"I can't believe this! No punish-"
"Ms. Arendelle, a word please." Crap.
"So how bad was it?" Jack asks at lunch later.
"How bad was what?" Elsa says, sitting down.
I put my forehead against the table. "Detention every day this week, making up for Halloween," I mumble.
"And you didn't even win that bet,"Peter chimes in from the other end of our usual table. "Man, don't you feel like crap today. Ow!" I don't need to look up to know that that was the handiwork of Rapunzel.
"How did class go?" I ask Peter, sitting up.
"Which one?" Peter rubs the back of his head.
"Whichever one you had Kristoff paint the whiteboard in," Jake supplies.
"You made Kristoff do what?" Zel and Elsa say at the same time, surprised.
"I wish you could have seen his face! Every time he tried to write it just," Peter bursts into a fit of laughter. "And then, he just got so pissed that," more laughter, "he cursed out the entire class!" He wipes some tears from the corners of his eyes. "Best ten bucks I have ever spent!"
Flynn laughs. "That is hilarious!"
Olaf joins in too. But then stops. "I don't get it."
Jack explains the prank. "Ohhhhhh," Olaf laughs. "That is funny."
"I know, right? I wish I would have thought of that!" Flynn says.
"You wish what, Eugene?"
"I wish I only could have been there to have stopped Kristoff."
"That's better."
Hiccup and Merida approach our table together trays in hands. I wave in acknowledgement. Hiccup smiles and sits in an empty seat next to Peter. "How did that date go yesterday?" He asks the redhead with a nudge.
"Time out," Flynn interrupts before Peter can respond. "Carrot top, you had a date? How am I just now finding out about this?"
"Maybe because you were a little too busy with your own girlfriend."
"Was she blind?"
Peter scowls. "No, she was not-"
"Deaf?"
"She was not-"
"Mute?" Rapunzel questions, joining her teasing boyfriend.
"Good thinking, Blondie. I hadn't even thought of that," he compliments her and places his arm over her shoulder.
"There's nothing wrong with her!" Peter bursts out with frustration.
Flynn looks at him with surprise and says, "You mean a perfectly normal, healthy girl went on a date with you, willingly? That seems hard to believe." This only pisses Peter off further. Rapunzel notices this and to avoid another outburst from the redhead, kicks Flynn. He takes the hint. "I need to meet her immediately!"
Peter smiles. "Oh you will. Soon."
"I look forward to the day, strawberry. I'm going totally embarrass the crap out of you."
"I doubt you could embarrass him more than he already embarrasses himself," Merida jokes.
"Challenge accepted, curly locks."
Jack laughs. "Curly locks? That one was good. I'm going to have to remember that one." The scottish redhead looks at Jack with an evil glare. He sticks his tongue out at her and then really pisses her off when he says, "And what are you staring at like that curly locks?"
Hiccup sighs, loudly. "Now you've done it."
"What the hell did you just call me?" Uh oh.
All of our eyes shift to Jack. He has a playful gleam in his and a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Do I really need to repeat myself, curly cue?"
"Jack," I hear Elsa warn from next to me.
"JACKSON!" Merida says, intensifying her glare because apparently that's possible!
"Shirley Tem-" he doesn't get to finish that name. It is replaced with a yelp as, like lightning, Merida gets up from her chair and runs to Jack's side of the table. The poor guy has seconds for his brain to register what is happening before getting up from his own chair and speed walking away from her.
Hiccup laughs as Merida follows, close on his heels. "This is going to be good."
"Someone has to stop her," I say.
"Nah, she just needs to let it out. He gets under her skin that's all."
"She could kill him," Elsa argues with fear in her eyes.
I stand up. "I'm going to go make sure they both come back in one-" there is a loud crash in the lunchroom and everyone turns to look at the source of the sound. I begin to sprint to where the sound came from.
When I finally get there, I can feel my eyes widening in shock. No way. This is not going to end well, for there sprawled out on the floor and covered in his own lunch is Pitch.
Merida looks just as surprised and grabs Jack's arm, all anger gone from her features. But Jack's eyes, which briefly flash with fear, harden. Why is that? Wait. Didn't Jack tell me something about Pitch and him having some kind of problem earlier?
"What the hell is your problem, Frost?" Pitch, demands getting up from the ground and attempting to flick his lunch off of his clothing. He is glaring down at the white head boy, and the lunchroom is completely silent, listening.
"Jack, let's go," Merida whispers. He shoves her away and continues to stare at the taller teen. She sighs, looking irritated but doesn't leave Jack's side. "Pitch, it was just an accid-"
"I wasn't talking to you, Bear," He glare hardens. "I was talking to Jackson."
"My only problem right now is you," Jack says, timidly. Whoa. Timid? Jack isn't timid! What the hell is happening!? "It was an accident, and I am very sorry that you are covered in your lunch. No need to cause a scene."
Pitch scoffs. "You really expect me to believe that this," he gestures to his black clothing covered in spaghetti sauce, noodles, and milk. "was an accident with the kind of things we have in the past." He laughs. "What kind of fool do you take me for?"
"Look, I said I was sorry, and I am. Believe it if you want to, but I have better things to do." He turns around and begins to walk away. Merida and I begin to follow him.
"I can see that your manners haven't improved." Pitch says while forcefully turning Jack around to face him. "I was talking to you and when I speak I expect some form of respect. You know this, Jackson," he says Jack's name with such venom that my skin crawls. The tall teen shoves Jack's chest.
He glares at the darker haired teen. "I already told you: I don't have the time or the patience for your crap today, Pitch. And as for respect, you of all people don't deserve mine." Jack says, shoving him back.
I glance at Merida. She looks just as nervous as I feel. This isn't going to end well. My eyes dart around the room. Where are teachers around when you need them?
Phoenix/PGCiscrazy I'm so sorry! I meant to respond to you during the last chapter, but I completely forgot. About your OC: don't worry. She is going to appear during winter break. Right now, the story is still in the late fall, but there will probably be a time skip. I hope this gives you a better idea of how much longer. Oh, and I started watching OUAT. I 110% ship Captain Swan
Queen Rebelle Hey, a Disney princess wearing black with blue-blonde would be freaking sweet! Supporting goths everywhere!
1BookWorm Ohhhh oh oh! There will be Jelsa sooner than you think. ;3
M.A First, of all! Let me just tell you that all of your reviews made my day! Secondly, you should know that, in one of your many reviews, are my 400th reviewer! Congratulations! I would like to show you my appreciation with three questions of your choice. You can ask me about anything! It can be about the story or life or me or global warming, whatever you'd like. If you have an account you can PM me or just leave it as a review and I will respond ASAP. Now! Let me respond to your reviews: Ch. 2: Me too! It was probably the most fun to create, minus Rapunzel's wall. Ch. 3: Anna's dreams are pretty great. Ch. 4: Human Olaf is very likable. Ch. 6: I hope you got your pizza. Ch. 8: Or Hans could get fistbumbed by Wolveriene or a knife in general. Ch. 9: Merricup has the best, and I mean best, fan art ever! Ch. 10: Uhhh the Lion King! Ch. 14: Adventure Time is the best! Ch.16: Maybe. Ch. 19: this one made me laugh so hard! Hans will probably show his ugly face again, sadly.