Title: Untitled

Rating: PG13 (Some light violence nothing really big!)

Spoilers: none.

Pairing: R/D, R/T, and R/J

Summary: AU, Formally known as "Why I Write Fan fiction."

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did. It'd be cool. Not making money.

AN: Witness me mocking, this is me mocking. Anyone who knows me and my writing knows I do not tend to write like this. I hate people who write like this. I just couldn't help having a little fun with the "Bad Fic For Dummies" guide. Besides, mocking makes the world go round. I also want to say, this is WHY I write. So people like me don't have to read crap like this. I hope those of you enlightened folks(You know who you are) enjoy this. Those who aren't enlightened, I hope you enjoy it too. Those who don't enjoy it, frankly m'dear, I don't give a hoot!

Feedback: Yes. Feed my Back because you Feed my Back, and I'll Feed yours. ;)

For A Reason

Rory blinked against the blinding light. "Both of u report 2 the headmasters office right this instant. This is unacceptable behavior." The light finally gave way and Rory saw it was Mr. Medina, "I expected this from Tristan, but I thought u were better than that Rory." Rory bowed her head and grabbed her bag walking past Mr. Medina, Tristan followed just behind her.(AN: She is so ashamed!) They made their way 2 the office and when they had arrived there the secretary sent them right in. They each took a seat in the chairs facing Mr. Charleston. He looked at them with pity, "I'm very disappointed in both of u. This will go on ur permanent record. We will phone your parents, and u will each have a weeks worth of detention."(AN: How mean right?) Rory gasped, "Mr. Charleston I can't afford 2 have detention." He looked at her, "You should have thought of that before you did this. Both of you leave now, get back to class." They stood up and walked out the door as Mr. Charleston popped a few peanuts into his mouth from the bowl on his desk. The secretary was no where to be seen when they opened the door, the walked right out and down the hall. Back in the Headmasters office he began to choke on a peanut.(AN: Oh No!) He hit the call button on his phone repeatedly, out in the main office however no one was there to hear it, and the heavy oak doors blocked the noise from going into the hall. Moments later the buzzing noise stopped.

(AN: I'll continue it when I get 10 more reviews. Because remember, I don't care.)