Random Plotless Insanity

Chapter four: Second Period

Disclaimer: WE DON'T OWN THEM!!! You should have figured that out by now. You also should know that Rose, Snuffy, Gabrielle, Faye, Gwen, etc. are characters of our friends/reviewers, and that Lily belongs to Legalan, and Bran and Sulel belong to Molly of Ozz.

Summary: You'd think that you would have read the title, THERE IS NO PLOT!!!

A/n we will be following different groups like Tolkien did with the second two books of LotR. I also don't want to type their other names so, they'll be their ME names for now (only when someone talks to them it will be Samuel etc). got it?

French

"Guten Tag. Ich heisse Frau Schmidt."

Rose stared at her so-called French teacher. She was sitting next to Communist Dust Bunny, who looked quite pissed off.

"B-but this is a French class." Rose whimpered, "the language of love."

"Feh, is that what you think?" Commie scoffed. "It's actually the language of a poor defenseless country who needs a good Communist dict- I mean leader."

Rose rolled her eyes. "It always has to be about you, doesn't it?"

"Feh," was Commie's disgruntled reply.

Chorus

Sulel, the amazing Yiddish chanting elf, didn't like chorus anymore.

"I don't like chorus anymore."

Bran rolled her eyes.

"None of us do." Gabrielle interrupted.

"Mrs. Lavigne…" Louis began, "uhm, what exactly are we singing?"

The teacher shrugged and tossed him a Yiddish-to-English dictionary.

French

I am Communist Dust Bunny and I will be the dict- I mean leader of this class for the rest of the year."

The supply closet next to her moved and muffled cries in German could be heard. Commie gave the closet a sharp kick, and the moving stopped.

She straitened her potato sack and turned to take care of business. "Now…"

Chorus

"…and so, the rough translation is… Monkey, monkey, monkey, liquid soap of rhinos, dishwasher of purple hippos."

Band

"Welcome to Band, I am Mrs. Bass." A tall, gangly woman with a conspicuous wart on her long nose said. "You will enjoy it or else." She stated with a threatening glare.

"Or else what?" a tall boy with a military-style haircut and a commando hat asked.

"Or else…" here Mrs. Bass paused, contemplating what she could get away with doing to the students, "Or else, you will find yourself living in that tuba-" she looked at the student roster and chose a likely name, "Fredrick Spawn of Moose (FSoM)" She then rounded on Legolas. "Ah… fresh meat…" she grinned maliciously.

Drama

"Hello class." A depressed-looking teacher with short brown hair said before flinging himself from the catwalk. Before he hit the floor however, someone shoved a mattress under him.

"Hello Mr. Gishlavault." They all replied taking their seats.

Aragorn leaned over towards Snuffy who promptly smacked him back into his seat. "Stay… away…" was all she would say.

He then tried Faye. "Has the Drama teacher always been suicidal?" he asked.

"Yup." She looked over at him, "Hey, has anyone ever told you that you look like Aragorn from the LotR movies?"

"Movies?? What's a movie?"

"Gee, you're living in the Dark Ages."

Band

"YOU! Front of the class now!" After he'd scrambled to the front she snapped, "Name, age, and why the hell you chose this class."

"Uhm, I'm Lego- I mean Larry," he said quickly covering up the little slip, "Uhm… do you want my real age or-"

"JUST STATE YOUR AGE!!" she bellowed.

"Ok, I'm 2931 years old-" everyone in the class except Lily laughed, "And uh… I like music…"

"Fool…" muttered Mrs. Bass.

Drama

"So, if I pick up this 'phone' thing, and dial a number, I can talk to someone miles away?" Aragorn queried.

"Yup." Faye replied. Just then, the bell rang and everyone left.

End Chappie!!!!

A/n sorry this took so long… Molly had to write the French and chorus classes and then I had to write the other two and type it all up and, I haven't had much time to type plus writer's block. Sorry for blabbering, I do that when embarrassed or upset (or just excited)