People are blaring Into The Unknown ONE HOUR LOOP. I'm annoyed. Oh, and did I mention I just found out my best friend is a fake friend? Everyone's doing something for the mini bazaar where kids storm in and maul us, and I'm like "haha typing fanfic" AND NO ONE PLAYS SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE WHAT THE—

calm down.

Replying:

Guest, I missed your review first time, so hi! I'm feeling guilty now, please don't be so nice.

DappledleafTheBootiful: Good! I hate both of them XD

Spongekit36: My bus ride from home to school takes 5 minutes. That was the picnic bus ride from THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE to school XD Sure, the more the merrier! *hole gets full* I don't plan anything. Ha. Ha. I don't judge music! Yay! Wow, don't slander Finnick! DON'T YOU DARE! My friends are….. Mountainshine. You can judge for yourself. And other people. I love writing and purple :D If I cry, I'll be impressed. I never cry at books!

RobinLudgate: Bye, I'll miss you!

Gimmepopcorn/ Mountainshine: HOW DARE YOU GUESS MY AGE RIGHT?! Nah, if I were 17 I'd be studying for my DSEs and not writing this. My notebook… she snuck in at lunch (now) and I caught her. My notebook, by the way, is at home and will be for the rest of the month. LAST DAY OF SCHOOL IS TOMORROW AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Regarding my age…. I'm not evil, you have to be 13 or above to be here, I believe?

Anyone up for utter madness?

Chapter Twenty-Six: UTTER MADNESS

Ivystorm was eating banana popcorn from the fourth stall. Everyone else on Earth was doing something and not stuffing their faces like her.

Example:

Ashfur was burning down the chatroom.

Aspenfoot was hugging a rock and chewing on tapioxas. (Ok, so maybe that counts as stuffing his face.)

Yellowfang was rowing.

Then for some strange reason, flowers started running. The race of the perishing flowers began.

Oh, and they were all singing some random apparently popular horrible song. Then they all started voting.

Yellowfang fell down to play with the flowers like she did on the cover of Yellowfang's Secret in Chinese. The flowers voted to kill her.

Meanwhile, Ivystorm looked at her blazing popcorn. She glared at Ashfur. Then she glared at her iPad and someone who was not her typing on it.

The someone was Mintpaw. "Make sure they don't draw unrelated stuff," she whispered. And then she poofed away.

Ivystorm screamed and froared at air. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU DEAD YET? NO! ARE YOU OLDER THAN ME? NO, UNLESS I'M TWO YEARS OLD! AND YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO?!"

Everyone walked out of the chatroom. Except for Floor/Firestar, who was watching Conan.

Humanities Symposium: Are there any questions from the floor?

Nobody cared.

Then the floor (the real one, not Conan-watcher or audience) started to shake.

The elephant had reappeared.

And they, aka the flowers, were drawing lots. "Hey, why are none of these related to you guys? Why are they all… bits of paper that say 'CLEAR SKY MUST DIE'?!" asked Mintpaw. "I mean it's not like I like him or anything, but I told Ivystorm to…?! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"I hear my name?" Ivystorm mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn.

Then Mountainshine posted and Ivystorm ran to read it.

Mintpaw, meanwhile, was annoyed.

And Aspenfoot was still hugging his rock and boba tea and apparently Dewlight too, for absolutely no reason! (Dewlight was pretty much squashed.)

Mountainshine was putting out the fire and eating popcorn.

All was insane, all was right.

Some Things Never Change is playing. Me: DON'T CHANGE THE SONG.

And the mini bazaar is over, which means that no more kids are trespassing in our classroom.

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