Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera.

A/N: Sorry it's late! I know I said this was the last chapter before we go back to regular classes, but I came up with an idea for another one before the regular classes resume.

Chapter Eight:

New Years Eve

Everyone had gathered in the cafeteria for a huge celebration. The dance committee had hung streamers and balloons from the ceiling, and there were gold-ish plastic tablecloths draped over the regular lunch tables. At each place, there was some of the schools finest china (okay, so it was only paper plates, but they were SHINY!) and crystal champagne glasses (maybe not real crystal… OKAY, so they were plastic, but the silverware was real… real plastic, that is). On a table in the center of the room, there was a lovely array of cheeses (Authoress inserts herself here: Wha? Where?) and crackers. The giant punch bowl was filled with a tangy mixture of pineapple juice and Sprite.

It actually looked like this was going to be a normal, non-torturous party… If only looks weren't deceiving.

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Music blared from the speakers as the authoress and her friend made their (fashionably) late entrance to the party. They located Raoul, who was sporting a semi-normal but still foppish outfit, by the refreshment table. The authoress and Megan began talking to him while Jordan quietly approached the punch bowl. She pulled a flask out of her sweater and opened it.

"What are you doing?" Morvana asked.

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm spiking the punch," Jordan replied.

"With what?" Morvana took the flask, "Sprite?"

"So?" Jordan cried.

"So there's already Sprite in the punch…"

"Curses! Someone beat me to it!"

"Umm… Okay?"

"You know," the authoress turned to Raoul, "I think I can make this more interesting."

Suddenly, about ten dark figures fell from Somewhere Above.

"Why did you capitalize that?" queried Megan.

"For fun," the authoress replied.

So the figures stood up and began brushing themselves off. The students and staff caught a sudden whiff of what smelled like death.

"Oh, my gosh!" Cold Toenails cried. "It's Leroux Erik!"

"Or Lerik," Hailie added.

Kay Erik began to speak, and the whole school, with the exception of Megan who was obliviously reading anime, stopped its activities to listen.

"Ooo…" the phan girls began cooing after he was done.

"It's so Kerik," Hun commented.

A group of phan girls decided it would be fun to try to get Lon Chaney's Erik to talk, to no avail. Another group began following Crawford Erik (otherwise known as Crawferik) and telling him jokes just to hear his awesomely awesome Phantom laugh. A few people were staring at Claude Rains' Phantom, wondering what had caused his deformities (they later found out it was acid, if you were wondering).

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Midnight was approaching. Everyone gathered around the big screen TV that suddenly appeared to watch the ball drop in New York. They began counting along.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" everyone shouted.

All the phan girls crowded around the Erik of her choice and attempted to kiss him.

Jordan's jaw dropped and she dropped Piggy to point. Piggy began mimicking her.

Three Raoul phans attempted to kiss their idol.

"I'm sorry," Raoul said, "My heart belongs to another."

"Who?" the girls asked, obviously ready to murder whoever had stolen his heart.

"Her," Raoul said, pointing at Megan, who was obliviously reading.

"EEK!" she cried, looking up.

At 12:01, Jordan bent down to pick up Piggy. "I'm sawee Peegy!" she cried.

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It was nearing the end of this all night party when Raoul decided to spice up the party.

"Macarena!"

(Silence)

"Conga!" Jordan cried.

Everyone formed a circle around Gerik (except Raoul, who was pouting) and began conga-ing.

"Da da da da da! POW!" They kicked on cue.

"Ow!"

Hey! That rhymed!

"Da da da da da! POW!" (kick)

"Hey! There's someone down here!" Erik cried, but no one heard him because at that moment Piggy joined the conga line.

"Hey, I have an idea," Jordan said. "Let's put Raoul in the middle."

Everyone seemed to agree, and the fop was put in the center of the group.

"Wait! We need spike shoes on."

"WHAT?" Raoul squeaked.

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A/N: Okay, I'm just going to end it there because I don't want to have to raise the rating. : P

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