Note: Miss (ashley) in the last chapter is now Miss Ashley
Terrorist Chibis and Demented Uniforms
"Hellooooo! Wake up, you idiots! Yoohooo! Wake up! It's five o'clock, and time to wake up!" A bright, false voice shouted throughout the speaker systems.
"Liana!" Miss Kasey's voice came sharply throughout the P.A. system, "Please, be quiet!"
"At least everyone's awake," commented a dry voice, Master James.
"Yes. Liana. Get. Off. The. Speakers. NOW!" Miss Shyan's voice was a ear-deafening roar throughout the whole mansion.
"Oh yes, students. Today you will be acquiring your uniforms and books. Due to certain unprepared people, your Introductory Classes have been postponed until tomorrow, " said Miss Ashley's cheerful voice, "SO HURRY UP AND GET OUT OF BED!"
"MARCH!" screamed Miss Shyan, "ONE-TWO-ONE-TWO!"
The girls, scared out of their wits, hurriedly dressed and began to march like soldiers. One girl, Livia, had brought a gun and had slung it over her shoulder. BIG MISTAKE.
Miss Kasey swooped down on the girl as soon as they had reached the Entrance Hall. She wrenched the shotgun out of Livia's hands and whacked her on her bottom with it once, hard. Then she threw it hard across the hall, where it exploded in a loud burst of fire. The smell of burning hair drifted throughout the hall.
Rosemary stiffened as she felt warmth on her. Then feeling her hair, her long, blond hair, she felt really really really really really really really really really really scalding hot.
Her hair was on fire.
Rosemary began to dance around the hall, literally, shaking her head wildly, and screaming. Finally, someone who had a water bottle with them, doused her head.
Rosemary collapsed to the floor, panting. She felt her hair, which was split, burned, and now, really short. She saw several girls with similar hair, but that didn't exactly make her feel better.
She saw the faculty's smiles, and heard the Canon Characters' (the CC) snicker. She turned red, and snatched a glance to see if her precious Arty was there.
He was. OHMIGOD! Rosemary completely forgot about her hair and sat there for a full five minutes, drooling and ogling at Artemis. He scowled at her, and Butler stepped before him, sending an intimidating glare at Rosemary and various other fangirls.
Jenna Glass and Pepaza Kines sighed and stared at Butler from lowered eyelashes.
Another girl had joined Rosemary, along with Laura Hasnol. Her name was Marsnmonkey Jones, and she was also a Fowl Fanatic. They were together in watching Artemis, that guy who was so hoooooot, with sighs and fluttering eyelashes.
The room had been fairly quiet, the fire doused, the CC and faculty talking quietly, and fangirls staring and drooling at lust objects. Chibis had begun to wander around the room, squeaking occasionally, and receiving oooohs and aaahs from the girls. But they had learned at least to stay away from whatever Miss Kasey told them to stay away from, with the exception of Lust Objects.
But one girl, or rather, elf-demon, Carlotta Stevens, called Sparky by most, was on a mad roll. With a crazy, insane, shrill laugh, she drew out a net from her belt, and began to cast out, almost like fishing, to catch the chibis.
BAM. Rosemary screamed, only a few inches from a chibi. That particular chibi, a cute one, and begun to grow taller and more menancing. Their teeth sprouted fangs, and their hands began to grow claws. The girl chibis' long hair began to turn into snakes, writhing and hissing.
Sparky's eyes widened. Her laugh died away, and her demonic red-nailed hands loosened their grasp on the net. She backed away, eyes fixed on the formerly cute chibis. They advanced upon Sparky, eyes ablaze and the girls' hair framing their faces, hissing and coiling, tensing to strike.
"Aahhhhhhh!" Sparky's scream rang through the silent hall, as one pink chibi's cobra-hair bit Sparky's shoulder.
Miss Kasey had shouldered her way through the crowd and was now looking at Sparky. "You won't die," the lady informed Sparky, who's blood was oozing out of her shoulder, "Get over it."
Sparky stared, mouth agape. Several girls, muttering sympathies, helped her get to her feet.
"Now," said Miss Kasey briskly, "Follow."
The girls stood on their feet and marched silently through the hall, following Miss Kasey's swishing black cloak. They arrived at the South Wing, where a room was labeled 'Uniforms; Miss Kira'.
Miss Kira, smiling a demented smile and herding the students into her room, looked absolutely terrifying.
"Now, LINE UP!" Miss Kira screamed at them, "Tallest to shortest!"
Rosemary, being one of the shortest, was at the end of the line. She watched with growing horror as Miss Kira dragged each girl to a dressing room and began fitting her with uniforms.
The first girl, Livia, came out looking shell-shocked. She had been fitted into a crisp white blouse and starched black skirt. There were murmured sympathies, and many comforting pats to Marsnmonkey Jones, who was next.
Soon, all the girls were lined up, dressed in stiff blouses and hang-straight skirts. Miss Kira went over them, inspecting every single centimeter and the hang of the skirt to the last millimeter. She tugged so hard at Rosemary's belt that she felt like she would suffocate.
"Next morning, I expect every single crease to be starched, belts exactly where I put them, OR ELSE!" Miss Kira shrieked at them, and shoved them out her door. Miss Kasey and Miss Liana were waiting, the former smiling thinly, and the latter smiling cheerfully.
"You will head to the library with me. Your first class is tomorrow, and we must have all your books ready," Miss Kasey said, "Miss Ashley is the Book Instructor, and she will hand you your books. Do NOT under pain of death, touch any other tomes besides the ones you require for class. Understand?"
The girls nodded mutely. Rosemary felt like a robot as she marched in two lines behind Miss Kasey.
The Library was a menacing-looking piece of architecture. It was painted black, which seemed to be Miss Kasey's favorite color, not that she was gothic, and had gold edgings and molds.
Miss Ashley sat at the desk, reading a huge, dusty book. The title was 'The History of Fanfiction and New Torturing Methods'. She smiled as Miss Kasey strolled up.
"Kasey," Miss Ashley greeted warmly, "You need to read this book. Fabulous. Shyan would love it."
Miss Kasey smiled cordially, a rare event for the students. "'The History of Fanfiction and New Torturing Methods'". Of course. I'll read it after I've finished 'The Death of a Fangirl'."
Rosemary gulped. 'The Death of a Fangirl'? Didn't sound too good.
Miss Ashley laughed. "'Oh of course. 'The Death of a Fangirl'. Such an awesome book. For us, anyway," she said with a glare at the students.
Her hazel eyes hurt. She, Miss Shyan, and Miss Kasey all seemed to have this supernatural eye-laser power that was invisible. Rosemary shook her head. This place was definitely weird. And scary.
She said so to Caz Banana, who was standing next to her. Caz Banana shot her a look. "You just figured this out?"
Rosemary shrugged. "Hey, but-
"ARTEMIS FOWL IS HERE!" chorused all the Fowl Fanatics, namely Rosemary, Laura Hasnol, Marsnmonkey Jones, Caz Banana, and Everworld, who were the gang leaders.
Artemis Fowl was here. He had been arguing loudly with Captain Holly Short and they had wandered into the library, Holly shouting at Artemis and Artemis trying to say something cutting. Notice the TRY. Holly was more or less in his face, her hands around his neck, strangling him. She was succeeding; Fowl's face was turning blue.
"Arty!" Rosemary cried, and the Fanatics made a beeline for Artemis. Holly turned towards the fangirls and grinned. "I'll leave you to their mercy, Fowl," she said, and fled straight out the door.
Artemis Fowl was panicking. Or, ventilating. No one had known he had asthma.
Just kidding. Of course Fowl didn't have asthma.
But he could have.
The fangirls didn't know.
So Artemis became the star of the show.
Miss Kasey saved Artemis nicely. Fowl had just been about to quit being 'Panicked-Guy-Being-Brave-And-Failing' and just crash straight through the window when mini-trolls swooped into the room, called by Miss Kasey. The minis had been equipped with wings, and Neutrinos. On setting one, the weapons didn't kill a person. However, it did stun them for several hours.
"Good job, Holley," said Miss Kasey, after the mini-troll had succeeded in knocking out Marsnmonkey Jones. Artemes had already stunned Rosemary.
"This group's not as eventful as last year's. Last group would do anything to get near a Lust Object," commented Miss Kasey, observing the students lying about on the library floor.
"Yes," said Miss Ashley, "Last year was horrific. Of course, we did have much fun with them."
Miss Kasey smiled fondly. "Good memories. Yes, think good memories."
"Miri Acker," said Master James, coming in from a back room, "A Fowl Fanatic. She tried to take pictures of Artemis in the shower. She did, unfortunately, but we confiscated the film. Without develop- um, never mind."
Miss Kasey had elbowed him. They had developed the film, and confiscate was a bit of an understatement. Master James had developed them and filed them in an envelope marked 'Classified'. He hand handed it to Artemis. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. Artemis took one look at the pictures and had gone, literally, crazy. Miri Acker had taken one step too far.
So they went back after using fairy magic to send all the students into a specially-made dungeon four flights below. It was dark. Another understatement.
"Have a good night," Miss Kasey murmured wickedly as the fangirls disappeared and were placed into the dungeon. She, Miss Ashley, and Master James retreated into the Privacy Secured Room of Coordinating Directors. In other words, the Room Where No One Chases Anybody. Or, the teachers' lounge.
So the eventful (for students) or not-eventful (for teachers) day ended.
But tomorrow would be here soon. And the dreaded Introductory Classes.
Muahahahah
