Belle woke to the sound of something familiar, a sound she probably should recognize, but for the life of her couldn't remember due to either the lack of sleep or the massive pain shooting through her head.

"Rise and shine." Fulton smiled as he blew the offending object in her ear. He seemed in a good mood today which meant pain, lots of pain, for them. Belle groaned as she looked at half of the Bash Brothers duo. "It's going to be a fine day today." He smirked as he dragged her off the bed. "The early worm catches the bird."

"You goof, it's the other way round." Meme snorted as she looked at him. Fulton shrugged and again blew into the whistle. Belle had a feeling Meme would soon regret calling one of their teachers a goof.

"Get off your lazy asses and get up." Fulton said glaring at Meme. "You won't bash my spirits this morning. Come on what are you still doing in your beds? He snapped as the girls were slowly rising out of bed.

"I expect you all out in the courtyard at two-fifty." He replied before leaving. "Don't be late." He grinned before slamming the door. Belle moaned as she looked at the clock.

"But it's three in the morning." Bacon pointed out as she looked at the others. There was a second's pause before a mad frenzy raced towards the door. Fulton on the other side of the door snickered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After a quick shower Belle found herself running through the halls of Eden Hall. Today had to be a good day, she said to herself. It had to be because she wanted it to be. Belle had peaceful dreams of herself and Adam so thus it had to be a good day. She had come up with a plan amidst all this dreaming of Adam. She knew how to get Adam, she would get Adam, and after all, she always got what she wanted.

She darted into the courtyard stopping shortly only to see what seemed to be a miniature of the school. She eyed the miniature with caution. She swore the thing snorted fire. Fire breathing and wings came as a standard here at DUFF.

"Good morning class." Luis Mendoza said as he clasped his hands behind his back with a smirk as he addressed the alumni. A few Luis lusters sighed as she just shook her head.

"Morning Luis." They all retorted as one. Luis stopped to pet the miniature with a smirk.

"This is Eaton Hall." He announced looking at the small miniature. "It seems even the school spawns its own Mini-Ducks. Though it's not a duck at all." The students looked indifferent at the new discovery. Just as long it kept away from them. "Anyway." Luis waved his hand in the air. "This is Distinctions of Mary Sues."

"We are going to snap some sense into you so-called writers and teach you how not to write Mary Sues." Larson said coming up from behind them. Some girls glared at the Hawk. He was the enemy they growled as he walked by them. "Now take these worksheets."

Belle let out a sigh of relief as she looked at the hand out. She expected worse she mused as she plopped down on the grass to begin the assignment. It was going to be splendid day today. They had classes out in the shining sun and all they had to do was fill out a piece of paper. What could go wrong? She had regretted that thought the moment it ran through her small brain. It was going to get worse wasn't it?

"Take a seat on the ground." Guy instructed as he handed out books. "I believe you can begin, Luis." Guy nodded as he looked at the settled group. After a quick explanation of what was to be done, Belle found herself in the midst of the worksheet tapping the hardback book as she thought.

"Well how many parts are there?" She whispered to Meme who was just as blank as her. "I don't see how someone could write something like this?"

"It's a wannabe tough girl sue." Meme groaned as she read. "Do you think this is some evil ploy to kill us from boredom?"

Belle studied the piece of paper as Luis cleared his throat as Guy blew the duck whistle. Belled wished he would choke on it.

"I'll read the story out loud and then we'll discuss it and then we'll have our field study." Luis grinned as he grabbed his own worksheet. "I shall begin." So thus he began.

Part 1 ~ The New Girl

Adam was trying to focus on the foreign squiggles on the blackboard. Allegedly it was algebra, and it supposedly made sense, but his brain was fighting every step of the way.

His attention was caught by a door slamming open. His jaw dropped as a girl strode in. Nobody usually lacked the manners to just walk into a class without knocking. The girl continued her path to Mrs Madigan's desk, her hips swaying as she walked. She stopped beside Mrs Madigan and flung a piece of paper down in front of the stern teacher.

"Ah, the new student." Mrs Madigan commented, getting to her feet. "Welcome."

By this point, all eyes were on the new student.

The girl rolled her eyes in a very bored fashion, apparently used to having people stare at her. Adam took in her features from head to toe. Raven black locks, framing a delicate ethereal face, with violet eyes that danced with anger, thick dark lashes and beautiful pouty lips. The creamy skin of her shoulders stood out against the soft velvet of her tank top, her neck adorned with a leather dog-collar. Skin-tight leather pants where slung low on her hips, revealing a flat expanse of a well-toned stomach, a jewelled ring adorning her belly-button. The only thing that marred her perfect skin were several bruises, and a thin, silvery scar running down her right forearm.

"Class, this is Angelique Shalimar Quistis Leia Cheyenne Guinevere Summerstorm." Mrs Madigan said, gesturing at the pretty girl beside her. "Let's all make Angelique very welcome here."

"It's Razor." The girl snarled.

"I beg your pardon?" Mrs Madigan replied.

"My name is Razor." She repeated forcefully. Mrs Madigan opened her mouth – no doubt to protest that she couldn't possibly call a student by a street tag – but saw the determination in Razor's violet eyes, and shut it once more.

"Fine… class, this is Razor." Mrs Madigan amended. "Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

Razor rolled her eyes. "No thanks." She snapped irritably, then sighed. "Oh fine. My name's Razor, my parents decided I had to come here. I'm going to be on the JV hockey team, I write, I love to sing and dance, I'll probably join the choir and I really like to paint. Some of my paintings have been sold at the local art shop."

Adam was surprised. Orion hadn't mentioned that they were getting a new player. "You're joining the Ducks?" He asked aloud, without meaning to.

She favoured him with a smile that lit up her face, making her violet eyes glow. "Yeah. The court…" She coughed lightly then continued. "Um, people think I can use up my aggression while playing. I'm not bad, I should have been on Team USA, but there were… um, complications." She turned back to Mrs Madigan. "Can I sit down now?"

Mrs Madigan gave her a go-ahead gesture. She took a seat beside a tall boy with dark hair and a leather jacket. "Hey," he said, smiling at her. "I'm Dean Portman, most people call me Portman."

"Razor." She replied.

"Yeah, so I heard. So, you're a Duck now? I'm an enforcer on the team."

"Yeah? Me too." She replied.

He stared at her.

"What?"

"It's just that you're so slim." He replied. "Are you anorexic?"

She smiled in return. "No, I'm not. And I'm stronger than I look, I have a black belt in karate. My mentor said I could have gone all the way." She realised that he was still staring at her. "What?" She asked again.

He blushed. "Oh nothing."

Razor turned her attention to the blackboard, then raised her hand. "Mrs Madigan?" She said without bothering to wait to be called on. "Problem 3, the answer should be 27 – not 24 like you've written."

The class started laughing and Mrs Madigan hastily double-checked her calculations, then rubbed out and re-wrote the answer, muttering something about a trick question.

Luis finished as most of the students that had been oggling instead of listening were currently trying to detach Lius, Louis and Eaton. His voice was purely angelic and sexy. She thought for a second as she looked at him. But Adam was much more hotter and his voice was deep and swoon worthy.

"Well what do you all find wrong with this?" Luis raised his brow in question as he looked at his class.

"It's perfect." Bacon called as she looked at him. "Whoever wrote it is a genius."

"Is it legal to have that long a name?" Meme pondered loudly as she looked at the piece of work. "I think it's quite physically impossible to look that great and who cares anyway?" Meme retorted as she looked at Luis. "Well unless you're a shallow imbecile with the skills of a three year old."


"Can anyone here state more of the Sue qualities?" Larson interjected as he looked at them.

"It is theoretically impossible for one person to handle all those activities so late in the year and excel." Dana replied looking up. "If we assume in the end that she well excel as all Sues seem to do."

"No one can outsmart Mrs. Madigan anyway." Emily Johnson spoke as she looked at her peers. "Believe me, I should know." Belle snickered as she looked at Emily Johnson who had thought the Mary Sue Entrance was a grand idea but now it seemed that Mrs. Madigan wasn't the OOC everyone made her out to be.

"What else?" Larson said as he looked at the students. Warson and Lars growled hungrily beside him. "You're getting there."

"Shall we discuss the blatant ego boosting view point change?" Star piped up as she held the paper at arms length afraid the paper itself would bite her. "Or the ever repetitive eyes description that has no purpose." Belle watched her intently as her Just Say No to Mary Sue club shirt began to blink brightly purange. How she got it to do that she would never know.

"Right and why do writers like you write such horrid things of no importance, Miss Banks?" Guy snickered at this as he pointed Belle out with a grin. She gulped this was going to be so bad. She hadn't a clue what to respond. It had been a pure distinguished piece to her. Belle was blind to the blatant hints of Mary Suedom that the others obviously had picked up on. She liked Razor and that was her doom.

"Because we are losers, that we are and will never excel to the magnificence of the expectations of the Cannon writers." This being her first initial response she turned to Guy who looked to Luis who sneered then turned to Larson who snickered. Suddenly she felt like she was flying in air amidst a big bunch of nothing. She was not flying but falling, she realized.

"Now on to the next lesson." Guy's voice mysteriously travelled into her ears with a laugh as she was falling.

She kicked and cried as the black hole consumed her. She was doomed, she thought as she suddenly heard other cries. At least she wasn't alone. Belle hoped that maybe she would at least have a nice safe landing. Belle then realized here at DUFF nothing was nice. She recognized this as her butt slammed into the hard concrete below. She had no time to think of pain as the picture unfolded before her.