"FANFICTION High School!"
Octavia keeps shaking me.
Mainly to stop me from laughing, but also to calm me down.
"Flooralocka! Snap out of it!" She squeals.
As she continues to yell and slap me, I notice a group of people walking down the hall.
I don't know why, but I feel the need to describe them in too much detail.
The one in the middle is beautiful, with long golden hair reaching her waist like a simile that doesn't make much sense. Her eyes are giant pools of overly described emeralds, shining bright as she swishes her slim hips from side to side. Her face is just so beautiful, and her body is also...just great. She's wearing a pair of simple blue jeans, with pink lace up the sides. A tiny pink top with an ironic butterfly on it is just managing to cover her perfectly formed- WAIT A MINUTE!
I'm not describing her in THAT much detail, brain!
The girl on her left is even more beautiful. Pale white skin like chalk stretches across her edgy face. She's so thin she looks like she could snap in two at any given moment. She has icy blue eyes like limpid tears...what does that even mean? And they are outlined with so much eyeliner, she must be endorsed by Urban Decay. Her black lips are twisted into a sneer and her fishnet-clad arms are folded over her corsetted chest. Two long legs, with fishnets that match her arms, move in unison with the other girls'. Despite her clumpy black boots, she's very graceful.
Almost excited, I look at the last girl.
God.
She's eh...
She's...
Well, she's plain. I've seen a lot of girls who look like her.
That's disappointing.
Octavia notices my sudden calmness as I stare at the girls in awe.
"Who are they?" I ask.
"Oh...well, the blonde is called Princess and the Goth is called Rebel." She shrugs.
"What about that one?" I point to the plain girl.
"Uh...Author, I think." She flashes me a smile, "They're sisters."
"Huh." I laugh. They look nothing alike.
"The Mary-Sue family is rather large." She adds.
As she goes into a very long description of the history of Mary-Sue, I notice the three girls heading towards some other people.
The blonde, Princess, skips towards a man with his back to me.
He's doing something weird with what looks like a screwdriver.
Must be a janitor.
Rebel throws her arms around a tall man wearing a suit. He doesn't seem that interested.
Author...Author just stands there looking shy.
I don't think she knows what's going on...
I decide to eavesdrop...y'know, since Octavia is boring as hell.
"What do we need to do today, Doctor?" Princess speaks in a beautiful American accent, although it sounds like she's trying to force a British one in there.
"Oh nothing." I recognise that voice... "The daleks were all defeated by you, Princess, since you're so...powerful."
Oh Jesus Christ, no.
"Great!" She giggles, "Oh, Doctor, I've only known you a day and yet I know you love me!"
"Yes, I suppose I do. You're like a replacement Rose, but twice as powerful and attractive." For the love of God, why is David Tennant in this school?