Ivystormrandomness: ewwww Hawkfrost indeed. And Birchfall is a very crappy teacher. They should just fire him.

Hollyleaf's P.O.V (I know it doesn't say her name in the description, but suck it up):

I rushed down the halls, dodging and muttering apologies to kids. I was going to be late! It's all Lionblaze's fault. Well, that's not true. I'm in the 11th grade now. I can't just blame Lionblaze. But for the record it is his fault. He was playing Minecraft, and the bus driver, Ashfur, left without him. Then he had to stop because Heathertail, his girlfriend, started screaming bloody murder about how "Lionblaze was going to get hit by a truck!"

Of course, after Lionblaze got on the bus, the doors wouldn't close. So we had to wait for Ashfur to fix them. Ugh.

I pulled my sweater down a bit more, covering my black shirt underneath. My sweater, a green, fuzzy one, was tight, but comfortable. Just how I like it. I felt my neat bun, making sure it wasn't falling loose. When I went to college in two years, I was going to work to become a lawyer. I tried to get into medicine, but all the talk about vomiting made me, well, vomit.

I almost gasped in relief when I saw my class come into view. "Thank StarClan!" I muttered. I dashed into my room, collapsing into my seat. My teacher, Mr. Pelt, gazed at his students.

"Hello, children. Can I ask a favor of you?" He paused as the classroom murmured yes. "Then, if you can all be honest for once, who was late and on Ashfur's bus?"

I raised my hand, relief flooding through me. I was going to be excused! Mr. Pelt counted the hands and then scribbled something on his paper. "You all were tardy. But no lunch-detention, since it wasn't your fault."

Mouse-dung! I hate tardies! People will start thinking I'm a slacker! I'll never be a lawyer! I pulled out a sheet of paper as Dustpelt started talking. I wrote my letters in neat cursive. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.

It was Mousewhisker. He slipped me a piece of paper and I opened it hastily. Messy letters were scratched inside of it, and I cringed as I read them. The letter said:

Hello Reader! This is a message from Foxleap! I regret to inform you that I have been kicked from the WOC. IF you are aware of who performed this crime, please report them to me. Thanks!

I grunted. WOC, or Warriors Online Chat, was a place where people could interact and start projects, etc. Of course, we use it for pool party invites and chatting. Probably more, but we needn't talk about that! Anyway, Foxleap is a huge nutball. He's insane. It's no surprise that someone finally kicked him. He was always hacking into people's accounts and saying embarrassing stuff.

She passed the note back to Mousewhisker, who passed it to someone else. I looked back at Mr. Pelt who was talking about math.

After class, I pulled out my phone. Someone had texted me. It was Cinderheart.

Cinderheart: Hey, Holly! Me & my sisters wanted to throw a little get together, and my mom said sure. My place at 4?

Hollyleaf: Sounds fun. When will it end?

Cinderheart: It's a get together, not a party. It ends when we want it to!

Hollyleaf: Ok. I'll come! I'll bring my bathing suit too! Maybe we could all take a dip.

Cinderheart: Maybe! See you then!

Perfect! Life is just perfect!

Yeah, so not an eventful chapter, but maybe something dramatic will happen next time.