Ahhhh, Good Charlotte. Good music! I am soooo hungry! I want pop-tarts! But anyways, wazzup folksies? Personally, I got an air duct hangin' over my head. Oh, and a hole in the ceiling. That might explain why this room tends to have a lot of bugs in it. That might be too much information. Oh, before I forget, thanks much for ze reviews! Zey are a lot appreciated! (hugs all reviewers) Yay, broke 80!

Vi only stayed in the nurse's office for about ten minutes. The nausea didn't last that long, and it gave way to a feeling Violet wasn't familiar with when Dash wasn't around. Anger. Oh, she was SO angry. And she was going to make it known, by golly.

The bell rang as soon as she returned to her math class for her stuff. She grabbed it and marched to the door.

"Vi?" Sarah asked catching up to Violet. "Don't you usually go the other way to your English class?"

"Yes, but we were in a different classroom today during first hour, so I have to go in a different direction."

"Uh-huh… that so."

"Yep."

"Then why did you just pass by the classroom?"

"I'll see ya at lunch, Sarah."

"Whatever."

Violet was not going to English today. She was going to a science class. A science class where a Mr. Rydinger had class next. And she was going to give that boy a piece of her mind, no doubt about it.

Vi was about to go up a set of stairs when she noticed a woman with a press hat there, watching the students pass her by. Violet decided to go up a different set of stairs. Besides, her locker was on the way to the next stairwell.

Violet dumped her stuff in her locker and stormed towards the next stairwell just as the bell rang.

Tony was sitting half asleep in his Biology class. They were learning about cell structure and DNA or something like that. Boring, boring, boring.

"Wake me up if he calls on me," Tony said to his lab partner.

"Zzzzzz," was Brad's response. (A/N see? There I go again, making a character I'll never remember!)

Tony lay his head on the lab table. Why can't this teacher just shut up? The teacher was talking rather drearily, and the rain outside was not helping the atmosphere. Actually, if the teacher had looked up long enough, he would've realized only about five students were actually paying attention.

Tony heard Brad sit up about the same time he heard the door open and slam shut and the teacher shut up. He was about to look up when he felt something tugging at his ear.

"What? Hey!" he protested sleepily as he was pulled out of the classroom. He couldn't see who was dragging him by the ear, but he was definitely awake enough now to realize he was just taken out of class. "What the heck are you trying to do? Who is this? What the crap-!" Tony was yelling as he was half-thrown, half-shoved into a classroom.

Violet glared down at the boy on the floor trying to stand up. Tony stood up slowly and brushed himself off.

"What the heck is in your head, I've got class to go to! You better- oh!" Tony finally looked up. "Violet? What… w-what're you doing? Class…" Tony was getting a feeling that Vi was not happy, mostly from how she was looking at him. "Uh, Vi? You okay?"

Violet wasn't all that experienced with being excessively angry, so we was struggling with how to voice her anger. For a moment she just opened and closed her mouth like a fish as she searched her vocabulary for a fitting statement.

"You… you… you jerk!"

"Huh?"

"You stupid, lying jerk!" Violet shouted, loud enough for the students in the room below them to hear.

"See? Told ya the school's haunted," a senior said.

"I hate it when you're right," the student next to him said, looking up at the ceiling.

"You… I don't believe you!" Violet shouted.

"What'd I do?" Tony yelled.

"What'd you do! Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out! That I'd just go on like normal and not notice these creeps hanging around the school?"

"If you're talking about the soccer team, I-"

"I'm not talking about the freaking soccer team!"

"Vi, what're you talking about?" Tony shouted back. His anger was also mounting.

"The stinking press that's what I'm talking about!"

Tony's brow furrowed.

Violet lowered her voice, just in case anyone could hear. "I don't believe you! I don't… I… How could you, you jerk! I stinking trusted you!"

"Vi, the press thing was announced a week ago."

Violet did not want to hear that. Obviously, she hadn't gotten the memo. "A week ago? Errrrr! You jerk!"

Tony just stood there, staring at Violet.

"Why the heck did you… Do you know how much trouble I'd get in if anyone found out you still remembered all that theater stuff? Do you know how much trouble I'd be in if someone found out you knew all the stuff I've told you about supers? Not only would my parents kill me, but the whole freaking NSA would practically hang me by my toes! I trusted you, you jerk! I put every stupid super in the country on the line 'cause I didn't want you to get in trouble and crap!"

Tony just glared back at her. "Are you done yet?"

Oh, that smoothed it over. Violet glowered at him. Then kicked him in the shin.

"OW!"

"Yes, I am done." Violet smiled, and shoved Tony out into the hall. She spent the rest of second hour in the empty classroom, grumbling.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Tony grimaced, hopping on his good leg while holding his damaged shin. "What de heck is women all the stupid crummy people gotta kick me in the leg kermer shny fogun-"

"Well, Mr. Rydinger, what are you doing out here in the halls during class? You wouldn't be trying to commit suicide would you?"

Oh, you know who was standing behind Tony.

You gotta be kidding me...

Violet wasn't the only one having a bad day. Unfortunately. Bob was not doing so hot either. Or at least he wasn't going to. Robert Parr stood at the water cooler, stretching a bit before returning to his mail cell, when he noticed a small group of workers nearby. They seemed inviting enough, so he walked over next to them and hung back a little.

"Tania, you're such a kidder!" a woman was saying.

"Hey, if you'd seen it, you would have agreed with her!" a man said.

"Oh Tom, knock it off," a larger man said as he took a sip of coffee.

Bob looked at his watch. Oh forget it, better get back to work, he thought remembering how his new supervisor checked up on him every twenty minutes with new mail to sort. But as he walked away, he overheard someone in the group say something he did not like.

"No, I'm telling you, I do the best Rapid Fire impersonation!" Tom said.

Bob froze. Slowly he turned back to look at the group of four. The man named Tom was running crazily in place. It was obvious he was impersonating Dash as being plume crazy. The other three stifled laughs.

"Look at me!" he cried. "Look at me! Oh, check out this one. Shadow!"

Bob felt a bad feeling stir in his gut as he took a step towards Tom.

Tom sucked in all his gut and sort of curled around himself. "AAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAA! I'm so afraid, someone save me!"

Bob took another step towards the man. The four were trying to contain their chuckles.

"How about this?" Tom started to act dumb. "Duuuuuh, I'm Mister Incredible, duuuuuuuur. Watch me pump up," Tom said as he pretended to drool. "What about this?" he said as he started to act like some twenty-something female model that thought too much of herself. "Oh! I'm Elastigirl! I'm married now, but I'm still a -"

The rest is pretty much a given. Tom ended up out cold and most likely in a hospital, and Mr. Incredible was fired on the spot (even though he was yelling over his employer's shouts 'I quit!')

Needless to say, as Bob was storming out of the building briefcase in hand, he came to the realization that he had just seriously screwed himself 5 million feet into the ground.

Not my best. Then again, haven't had any pop-tarts today. I do have a serious addiction to water though. I should get treatment for that. Addiction to water must be very dangerous to your health!

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