Hey Guys, sorry this has taken so long. I've been mega stressed. I was in the School production of Annie get your Gun and on the final night there was a gas leak and 500 people could have died. We had a hoedown in the car park at the time to keep our spirits up and I didn't cry but when I've been alone I've been so upset and scared...

Also my grandparents were staying with us and its pretty hard to write south park fan fiction when they're always there. But they're home now and my brothers away so I've got 5 very long lonely days to write this in.

Also, you probably noticed that my horizontal rules failed, so now I'll just write 0000000000 in between scene changes.

Thanks so much for the reviews, guys! I'm inspired. This Chapter is dedicated to Skampi, Call Me Blue Streak, smartykid, NeonNights and BlackNeonTears. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Mine Mine Mine Mine... Not yours! Nah just kidding. Not mine. Or Yours. Unless it is. In which case thanks for a great show.

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Kyle laid on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. What are we going to do? He thought. Ok, need a plan. What do we already know? He rolled over and picked up a pencil and some paper. He began to write:

Has powers that make us unable to lie.
Has a really short temper.
Has unnatural hearing abilities.
Can read minds (?)

We need to figure out where she's from, and what else she can do. He chewed lightly on the end of his pencil as the thought. Several minutes passed. "I've got it!" he hissed quietly. He would need help. He looked at his watch. Cartman and Stan didn't get out of detention for another 15 minutes. He needed them, so It looked like they wouldn't be able to get started until Lunch tomorrow. Unless they broke into the school at night...

No. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting expelled. He was in enough trouble as it was without expulsion...

But there could be more at stake than a permanent record here, Said an annoying little voice in his head. This could be life or death, you don't know what she's capable of.

Ok, damn it! I'll do it!" he whispered.

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Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. Stupid bloody clock. What's the point of making it tick so loud? Nobody wants to know when each second passes. Vengeful little clock makers. It's probably a secret torture mechanism for kids in detention. But doesn't it bother the teachers?

Stan looked over to Miss Oris, who was marking papers, oblivious to the clock. He sighed. Only 5 minutes to go. Miss Oris looked up sharply.

"Mr Marsh, I believe you have work to go on with?" She said in a maddeningly calm voice, but with eyes blazing. He glared at her, and stared back at his English comprehension sheet, pretending to write something. It was actually pretty scary, a teacher who could see what you were doing when she's facing the other way, whose eyes glow, who can possibly read minds...

Ah Crap! He thought. She could know what I'm thinking now! She knows I'm on to her. Got to drown out the thoughts. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb... He stared determinedly at his sheet, but out the corner of his eye he saw Miss Oris stare at him quizzically, then continue her marking.

"Alright, children. You may go." Thank God! Thought Stan. He had sung just about every nursery rhyme he knew in his head. "Mr Marsh, could I have a word?" Stan felt like his insides were freezing up. Oh God. That was all he could think. Those seven words hit him like brick after brick being thrown at his face. "Sure," he choked.

"Stan," She said kindly. "I feel like you're not very focused in my class. Do you find that there's a problem in the curriculum?" she asked.

"N-no." He mumbled.

"Alright then. What is the problem?" Stan shook his head and smiled weakly. He concentrated very hard on the english sheet in front of him. In particular, the question that said, Which line in the text is an example of personification?

"No problem," he said, and his heart soared. I've figured out how to beat her! If I just focus on something other than her...

"If you don't have a problem, then would you please tell my why you not only break rules in class, but encourage your friends to disobey me also?" Her voice had regained that steely tone he now knew so well.

Stan imagined he had just smashed an expensive vase. "I didn't mean to."

"Mr Marsh, look at me. I am through playing games. You will tell me everything. Now." He raised his head slowly, just as there was a mighty crash from down the hall.

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It was time to begin putting his plan into action. He called Stan first.

"Hello?" said a voice on the line.

"Hey, Mrs Marsh, is Stan there?" asked Kyle.

"No, he's not back from detention yet,"

"Oh. Ok then, I'll try later. bye." Kyle hung up quickly and felt a strong surge of panic. He should have been home at least 10 minutes ago. He picked up the phone and dialled Cartman's number. It rang for a long time, and he almost hung up, when finally Cartman answered, grumbling.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked.

"Cartman, It's me, Kyle. Do you know where Stan is? He should have been home ages ago."

"Ah, worried about your boyfriend, Jew?"

"Shut the fu-" He began.

"Oh my God, Kyle, get over your PMS, he had to stay late and talk to Miss Oris." Again, Kyle felt panic.

"And he's still there?"

"How the hell should I know?" Kyle roared with frustration.

"Ok, meet me half a block from the school in 10 minutes."

"Why the hell-"

"We're going to stop her."

"Oh. Cool then." Kyle hung up. He called Kenny and told him about the plan within 30 seconds, then left immediately. He walked as fast as he could, then stood waiting for the others to show up.

"Took your time," He said, giving Kenny an accusatory stare.

"Hey, at least I'm here, which is more than I can say for.." Kenny trailed off as Cartman came into view.

"Hurry up, fatass. Ok, here's the plan. You two are gonna go in through the front. Make as much noise as possible. Break anything you see,"

"What? That's the Gayest plan I've ever heard. Do you want us to be murdered or something?" Yelled Cartman.

"You're the distraction, fatass! While you two do that, I'll be outside the window, and as soon as she leaves the room I'll go in, and me and Stan will search her desk. Remember, as soon as you hear the door open, RUN." Kenny hesitiated for a moment.

"Ok, We'll do it." he said.

"What do ya mean, we?" Cartman said angrily.

"Do you want to be stuck with her forever?"

"No, but why do I have to put my life on the line?"

"Should've known you wouldn't do it, you pussy," Kyle said, glaring.

"AY! I'm no pussy!"

"Prove it." There was a moment's silence. Cartman sighed.

"Fine."

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Kyle crouched and ran over to the window. Getting in would be easy; Their class was on the gound floor and the window was open despite the cold weather. From inside he heard snatches of conversation.

"...Not very focused in my class. Do you find that there's a problem in the curriculum?" He heard Miss Oris say.

"N-no." Stan mumbled.

"Alright then. What is the problem?" said Miss Oris. Kyle looked at his watch. They should have started the diversion already...

At the front of the school Cartman and Kenny were just going in.

"Can you believe it?" asked Kenny. "Kyle told us to trash the school!" Cartman smiled.

"Yeah, I never would've predicted that. Hey, look! Glass!" Cartman pointed to a large glass trophy cabinet. Kenny smiled and ran into the nearest classroom and grabbed two chairs. He handed one to Cartman and together they smashed into smithereens. Then they jumped on the chairs until their cheap wood frame collapsed. Then they ran into the library, and started ripping books in half and throwing them at the windows, causing them to smash. They were having so much fun, they didn't pay any attention to the sound of a door opening and closing, until they heard footsteps running down the hall. They looked at each other in horror.

"Through here!" Kenny whispered, pointing to a door to their right. They ran through it and found themselves in the cafeteria. They ran through another door and found themselves behind the counter, in the kitchen. The footsteps were gettting closer. "We can't outrun her," gasped Kenny. "We have to hide!" Cartman threw open the closest door, which turned out to be a really large pantry. They pushed some stuff out of their way and sat in uncomfortable crouched positions on the bottom shelf. Kenny pulled the pantry door shut. They heard her open the door. They held their breath as he footsteps moved around the room, getting closer and closer. She was right next to the door...

She stood there for what felt like forever and then moved away. They heard her open the industrial-size fridges, then slam them shut. "Damn it!" She yelled, and walked briskly towards the door. They waited for about 30 seconds, then Cartman kicked the door open. They scurried out, breathing deeply.

"Let's get the hell out of here," said Cartman. Kenny nodded and they bolted out the exit. Unfortunately for them, it was one of those emergency exits which beep loudly when opened. Once more, they exchanged terrified looks, then dove behind the nearest bushes. Miss Oris was outside in seconds, looking around with green fire in her eyes. For one happy moment, they thought She wouldn't guess where they were; she was just staring at the ground. Then they realised: She was staring at their footprints, which ended abruptly behind the bush. Her head flicked up, and the fire shot out towards them. The bush exploded into flames. They screamed and rolled away, putting out the fire on their clothes. She walked towards them menacingly. They were in full sight now. This was the end. She knew it was them, there was nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide...

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Kyle heard the crash and the door being thrown open. He heard "Stay here!" being yelled down the hall. He stood up and climbed quickly through the window.

"Stan! You're Okay!" said Kyle, smiling.

"Kyle!" he grinned, standing up. "I've found a way to beat her! I mean, I could lie! If you just concentrate really hard on something else, you say stuff about that instead! You're just answering a different question!"

"Awesome! Look, we only have a few minutes. That's Kenny and Cartman; they're the diversion. We've gotta search her desk and stuff..." They hurried over to her desk and started rummaging through the drawers.

"Nothing, only school stuff..." mumbled Stan.

"No, there's gotta be something..." Kyle replied vaguely. "Aha!" He had found miss Oris' handbag. He opened it and pulled out a stack of papers. "Dear Miss Oris, Yada Yada Yada, Teacher shortage... Here we go! her home address!"

"And look! her journal!" Stan said triumphantly, holding up what he had found during his search. "Okay, lets go." he said, and they both swung themselves out of the window. They started running back towards the cluster of trees where Kyle had talked to Kenny and Cartman, When they heard screams on the other side of the school. They stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other, Then ran back they way they had come, towards Kenny and Cartman.

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And that's my second chapter. Hope you like. Sorry it's so short! And it took so long! Next chapter I'll try to make longer. Please R & R!