Disclaimer: We still don't own it.

And yes. At the moment, I (BTR) will write the pre-story chatty thing, and then Supergirrl will write the post-story chatty thing. Next chapter it will be switched.

If you have a stupid moment, the easiest way to tell our writing apart is this: Supergirrl spells punjab with a capital P. I do not.

Supergirrl: Punjab.

BlackTippedRose: punjab.

After a long and hard debate (Me: Shall we make it a cameo? Supergirrl: Yes. Cameo good), we have decided to make this a cameo story. So if you review, you're a student.

Note: If Dominique kills/mauls/punjabs/tortures/or harms you in anyway…don't sue us.

And now I thank the reviewers. PS: I'm bribing you into reviewing. If you review chapter one, but not chapter two, you will be killed off in chapter two. So make sure to review every chapter! xD

Brita (Moriko Csove Doyle): I have no idea why they were allowed to create. But yes, this is a cameo, and you will be a student.

Supergirrl: Ha. And no, it isn't pathetic, because it is half mine and technically posted by moi, even though it's also half yours.

I only got Dommi's personality because of FFD, plus I just studied your half reeeaalllyy well.

As of this moment, we have…38 hits.

The Child Writing Prodigy: Nice name. And yes, you'll be a student. You like Dommi? That's very good to hear!

Gerikslover (Kloolk): Uhh…o.0 All threats will be forwarded to Supergirrl. : ) It's harder to kill her.

Luckii.Jinx: She doesn't like her because, I believe, Dommi was abandoned by her mum, who stayed with the Fop.

Yay it's good!

Serey: They like it! Up there with FQ? Wow. I consider FQ my best work, so that's a heavy compliment!

Vengeance: Ha. It does. Except one of them has a sword, and the other has rope.

FemmeLoki: Oh, it was genetic alright. You should see her face! It's all ugly and deformed and-

-screams and punjabbing in background-

Um. Yes. Read the story, please.

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The class was realitivly small. Now that many students had fled due to the punjabbing, the Giry clone attacks, and many screams coming from down the hall in a small TV room, there were only seven students left.

Of course, the class was still open to new students, but those are the seven that were brave enough to stay.

Rose was currently scanning her notebook-turned-planner, looking for today's lesson.

"I think this entire place is insane. Our teachers are either sparkle-sparkle or death-to-the-world," The Child Writing Prodigy whispered to Brita, who nodded.

"Have any of you ever written anything?" Rose said suddenly, gaining all their attention again.

Everyone but FemmeLoki and Vengeance rose their hands.

"Why haven't you two written anything?"

"We can't write," both answered in meloncholy tones, obviously bored with the class.

"By the end of the class, you'll be able to write! Or at least write parodies!"

Dominique, in the little TV room, dropped her jaw.

"She's teaching them to write pointless parodies? That's it- I'm killing her." She stood and went to the door, but was swiftly cut off by her father.

She seemed shocked that Erik was going to stop her from killing the Anti-Phan.

"I'm coming with you to help," The Phantom of the Opera said, and his daughter smirked. But before they could leave the room…

"Erik! Dominique!"

They had obviously forgotten about Christine and Giry Clones 1-3 in the room with them. The two turned to stare at the four angry people.

"But Chrissy, honey-"

"Don't 'Chrissy honey' me, Erik! I will not allow you to kill random little girls!"

Erik frowned and looked down to his daughter, who gave him secret signals with her creepy green eyes.

Then he smiled again, slowly walking in front of his daughter and slipping her something.

"Oh, fine then, Christine. So I guess that I'll just have to sit back down…slowly…and OPENTHEDOORANDLETDOMINIQUEOUT!!" Erik spoke the last part of his sentence so quickly that many people had to re-read it a few times to see what he was saying. But as he said it, he threw the door open and Dominique scampered out…holding Rose's gameboy.

Rose, oblivious to the fate of her precious toy, was still teaching the class and writing on the blackboard.

"Parodies must always be funny. Bashing of the characters is always enjoyed, but some people seem to not enjoy if you go to a new limit and completely insult them. So only bash Raoul to death."

The students were quickly scribbling down notes, nodding at whatever she said.

"Most parodies, unless they are perfect the way they are, can always be spiced up by adding cameos. Plus, it makes the reviewers happy! And happy reviewers is the main goal of writing parodies. Now, on that note, I will tell you the secret to writing fantastic parodies. It is-"

But before Rose could tell the amazingly amazing secret, the door was thrown open to reveal the evil-smiling Dominique. You could tell she was smiling because it reached her eyes, which twinkled with the message: I'm going to kill you painfully and slowly.

"Well, there goes my Teachers-Are-The-Same-Person theory," Serey mumbled. Kloolk, who was a desk across, shot her a look.

"How could they be the same person?"

"Well, they could be like, internal opposites. After the Giry clones shot Dominique, the toxions could have brought out her other half, which would be Rose." Serey nodded at her own theory. Kloolk gave her the stupid look.

"That's…a very weird theory. But it could have been true."

"NO SPEAKING!" Dominique thundered to two talking students, looking ready to punjab them. But then Rose crossed her arms and cleared her throat, her happy having vanished from the encounter of her, erm, enemy.

"Dommi, it's my turn to teach. I'll be done in a minute."

You could see the corner of Dominique's eye twitch. She held out the item she had gotten from her father, the gameboy, and extended it towards Rose.

Rose's smile instantly vanished.

"You tried my patience, little girl. Now you pay for it."

Then Dominique smashed the gameboy into the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

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There was absolute silence for a moment as everyone stared at the shattered remains of the Gameboy. Rose's tiny hands clenched and unclenched into fists, her young face contorted with rage that seemed inhuman and unlike her.

Suddenly, she realized something, and a strange calm washed over her face, causing her to relax.

Dominique's eyes widened with shock. Why was the little girl not attacking her?

Smiling in an almost creepy manner, Rose bent down and reached below the desk, and pulled out several photographs. She tossed them, and using her powers as writer as this fic, they floated across the room and landed at Dominique's booted feet.

She bent, picking one up, then gave a little shriek. She dropped it, and began to move towards Rose quickly, hissing, "You're gonna pay, shortie."

Dominique's Punjab was in hand when the rest of the class saw the photo.

It showed a picture of Dominique's precious cats, all seven of them, trapped in a tiny room, clearly trying to escape.

Rose was in trouble. Big trouble. As the new managers and various patrons of the Opera Populaire knew, making the Lady Phantom angry was a very bad idea that generally resulted in people being found dead or ominous threats signed with the initials "O.G."

Fortunately for Rose, Christine had entered the room, figured out what was going on, and tackled Dominique to the floor. Tailing her was a Giry clone, armed with her dart gun. With a pull of the trigger, a dart was lodged in the back of Dominique's calf, and she stopped struggling. Her mother crawled off her limp body.

But then the unthinkable happened. Actually, it was quiet thinkable, but we would like to assume that it would never happen freely.

Erik suddenly burst into the room, a cocked dart gun nestled into his arm, and aimed at the only conscious teacher in the room.

Rose was only able to mutter her final phrase of, "Oh snap," before being shot in the arm and falling backwards.

Christine gaped at her husband. "You tranquilized that child!"

Erik tried to look innocently back at his wife before striding quickly over and scooping up Rose, and slinging her over his shoulder.

"Is that bad?"

"We have both of the teachers for the class knocked out!"

The Phantom just stood there, trying to think of a suitable excuse or at least something he could say to calm the fury of his wife. Then he soon realized he did not care about the class and their lack of the ability to write.

"We'll just put Dominique and this thing," he shrugged his shoulder, calling attention to the girl thrown across his, "in a room together, and soon they'll get over their little feud and then they'll both come back and teach."

Christine huffed loudly, crossing her pale arms across her chest. "That is a lie. Dominique will kill Rose."

Erik didn't seemed fazed by this fact in any way. "Let's go, Christine," he said with authority as he stalked out of the room.

Christine seemed insulted, but turned around and scooped up her daughter none-the-less before walking out of the room and towards the door at the end of the hallway labeled "Guidance Counselor'.

Luckii.Jinx watched as all the Giry Clones exited the room, leaving the students unattended.

"I think one of our teachers will die," she said quietly.

"My money's on Dominique for killing Rose," Brita said flatly.

"Let's follow and spy on them!" Serey said suddenly. Everyone turned towards her.

"But…this is a fic where we just learn how to write!" Child Writing Prodigy exclaimed.

"Actually, it's just titled Parody of the Century. Therefore we're allowed to do anything we want," Kloolk said, nodding.

Everyone considered this, and soon, all the phangirls filed out the door, intent on stalking them.

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A/N: Our two teachers will be forced to confront their differences. Dominique's kitties are in danger. Who will live? Who will die? Who the heck writes stuff like this?

Tune in for the next chapter! (And review!)