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A/N: So here's chapter two. And for my favorite reviewers, THANK YOU!

Chapter Two:

Dear Mom and Dad,

School's great! So far, we've managed to make Erik scream like a girl fourteen times and threaten to punjab us all sixteen times. Plus we've learned how to terrorize a prima donna and the top ten ways to get what you want around the opera house.

If you get the chance, please send some rope. Next semester we're learning the art of punjabbing and I would like to get a head start on practicing.

Love,

Hun

Hun smiled as she read over her letter one last time before slipping it inside the envelope. This was a dream come true for her! She had always known that one day her obsession with the Phantom would pay off, but no one believed her. Of course, she had proved them all wrong.

Glancing at her watch, she noted that if she didn't hurry, she would be late for class, and she didn't want to lose her seat right in front of Erik.

However, when she walked through the door, she found none other that Erik for President in her usual chair.

"May I have my seat back, please," Hun said a little forcefully.

"I didn't see your name written on it!" Erik for President shot back.

"I've sat there every day so far, and you know it! Now give me my seat back!" Hun cried, grabbing Erik for President's arm and attempting to pull her off the seat. They both went flying, Erik for President's bagpipes going along for the ride.

"You idiot!" Erik for President cried. "You could have seriously damaged my bagpipes!"

Dusting off her kilt, she snatched them up and began playing them in Hun's ear. However, just then Erik came in the room, and the two girls raced for the seat in question, only to find a very nerdy fop clone sitting there.

(Authoress randomly inserts herself) Is it possible for a fop clone to be nerdy? (Happens to glance at pink-mini-skirt-wearing Raoul to find he had changed into jeans, which he had pulled up under his armpits) And yeees it is… (Disappears leaving Raoul behind, but definitely not on purpose… WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME?).

Pushing his taped glasses up his nose, Raoul skipped over to an empty desk, tripping many times along the way.

"But he's not enrolled in my school!" Erik cried.

At this point, my dear friend Morvana walks into the room and says, "I think the authoress enrolled him…"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he cried, falling to his knees to add some more drama to the whole scene.

"Umm… Erik? I think you should teach the class now," Morvana interrupted his show.

"Ok, Miss Smarty-Pants. Why don't you try teaching the class?"

"I would, but I just love to watch you suffer up there."

Erik gave her an icy stare, but she returned it with an innocent smile.

He began the lesson, but in the middle of teaching the students how to deal with idiot managers, he paused and an evil grin spread across his face.

"Class, would you like a demonstration of a future lesson, so you can begin practicing?"

Without waiting for a response, he turned to "Miss Smarty-Pants" and asked her to come to the front to help. She obeyed, never letting the innocent smile fail in its presence.

"Stand here," he instructed, then left to look for something in his desk drawer. Hiding behind his back, he returned to his place in the front of the room.

"Morvana, will you please turn around?"

As she did so, he whipped out his lasso and attempted to punjab her. However, since she's my friend and incredibly smart, she pulled a hand-at-the-level-of-your-eye on him.

"Do you realize how impractical that is?" she grinned from ear to ear.

He growled at her, then continued his scheduled lesson.

Morvana ripped his mask off just for fun and began running.

"Give it back!" he cried.

"Fine," she shrugged and tossed it to Erik for President who tossed it to Hun who tossed it to the nerdy fop who tossed it to his nerdy clone who was attacked by Erik.

(Authoress inserts herself again) This next part is much too violent for anyone younger than my grandmother, so I'm just going to end this chapter here. Please review or you'll be Erik's next victim, and you might not be as smart as Morvana… I still need reviewers who are willing to be students… (Hint hint). Well, nighty night peoples!)