And here's prologue number three!

I might not continue this if people don't like it, but more than likely I'm going to finish it, because I want to write this. I love Riddle School to death, and nothing is going to make me hate this game :3

These have become me just rambling for a bit before a chapter XD

Without further adeu, I present to you...


DISCLAIMER

I do not own Riddle School 1-5, Riddle Transfer 1-2, Diz, Ms. Cophey, Phil, Phred, Quiz, Smiley, Viz, or Zack. Everything stated above is owned by Jonbro. I only own this fanfiction.


La Prologue de Smiley - Smile Through the Pain


A small female slowly opened her eyes, her natural smile coming back from being greeted with a beautiful morning. She hopped out of bed, changed out of her orange pajamas into her normal orange shirt and blue pants, as well as a pair of green socks, tied her brown shoes, strapped her backpack on, and walked out of the door to her house, greeting the shining sun with a smile.

It was still early in the morning, but Smiley didn't care. She enjoyed being up early, since she was the one who got the other three to school anyways. Phred needed a LOT of encouragement, Zack just wanted a classroom with the AC as cold as possible, and Phil hardly needed any encouragement; being with Smiley was encouragement enough for him.

Thinking about Phil just made her smile even more. Her boyfriend was the best possible boyfriend she could ever ask for, no matter what. Sure, he wasn't muscular or completely active, but he was smart, and a good puzzle solver. Smiley was a girl who liked guys who genuinely cared about her, and were somewhat smart. You didn't have to be perfect, but you couldn't be a complete idiot. She would never mind helping, but helping with everything got a little annoying to her after a while.

Her first stop, since it was the closest, was Zack's house. She had always liked Zack as a friend, and had promised to help find a way to stop him from being so cold. Now, it's the other way around, to stop him from being so hot. Literally.

She was surprised his near completely wooden house hadn't caught fire from the flame atop his head or the intense heat he emitted. Shrugging, she pulled out her cellphone and called him, knowing that he would be asleep. Strangely, only Phred, the laziest out of the four of them, was up when Smiley came to pick him up.

Her thoughts were shattered when Zack answered.

"Hey, Smiley. I'll be out in a minute," he said, before hanging up. This had become a regular routine for them, since, even after Phil gave up trying to escape school, he still hated going there, as did the other two boys.

About a minute later, Zack was walking along with Smiley, dressed in a blue sweater and gray pants. Smiley pulled out her phone prematurely, and called Phil earlier. She wanted to talk to him about a game they were playing, and how she finally beat a boss in it. She couldn't for the life of her remember the boss' name, though. She wasn't even sure it had one.

Strangely, Phil never picked up. She left a message, saying that she found the way to beat him, and that she'd see him at school. The two walked to Phred's, the last of the group to be picked up, sometimes engaging in random conversations about school, life, what they'd do over the summer, Phil, and other things.

Phred was, as usual, ready before Smiley even had to pull out her phone. After some conversation with Phred about how hot Zack is, she reached into her left pocket, the one that was closest to Zack, to grab the sheet she put how to beat the boss on.

But the piece of paper she found wasn't the one she had put in before. Smile faltering, she took it out and read it in her head, smile completely vanishing, her left hand covering her mouth as her right shook slightly.

"Smiley? What's wrong?" Asked Zack. "What does the paper say? Did something happen to Phil?!" Questioned Phred.

"'Your fate has been met, so give up now. Phil Eggtree is nowhere to be found...'" Smiley read, horrified. The three barely looked at each other, before they all took off.

Unfortunately, all three were attacked by major headaches, followed by memories or dreams of some sort.

Smiley's was of two full grown adults, one red and one orange, though she couldn't tell the genders. They were holding food, mush, bottles, and many other things towards her. She couldn't make heads or tails of it, because as soon as she started to get back up from tripping, like the others did, she was smacked on the back of the head, hard. She was unconscious before her face hit the ground.


I feel like I'm starting to cliche...am I? I dunno, I'm just having fun with this.

Constructive criticism is always welcome, as it helps me improve my stories, as well as makes it more enjoyable for you guys!

Zack's is the final prologue, then I'm going to take a week long break for school, as well as a club I'm in, and then I'll start writing once again!

Summer is almost here! Hype it uuuupppppppp!

...I'm such a kid sometimes XD

Also, is the proper French article 'Le' or 'La'? I'm Canadian and I don't know French, so screw you stereotypes XD

Anyways, guys, gals, and all you fine people inbetween, my name is Unknown, and I shall see you, in the next one! Ciao!