Thanks for every one of your reviews! Time for review replies!
BlueRose1313: Thanks! I'll be sure to keep that in mind! And I get the same way when I have my stories XD
Princess-of-Your-Doom95: Me: Well, your wait is over! And, Alex, sorry about that. - chuckles -
Ashly: You sure you want to be in the same dorm, Alex?
Alex: Uh, ...no?
Me: Shut up, you guys, we've got a story to get to!
nevous: Guess you're gonna have to read to find out! Haha, well, thanks for screaming! And thanks for the compliment!
White Chocolate Power: Isn't Chocolain always awesome? XD
Ashly: - takes mic from her and turns it off - I'm glad you are, Chocolain.
Pochee: I'll take that bet! :D Yeah, Cocoa's always crazy... but good news! Your wait is over!
Tewi Inaba: Thanks! Hope you're enjoying it!
Awesome! Okay, now that that's done, it's time for the second chapter!
~.~.~Icie's POV~.~.~
As I was walking down the hallway, rolling and unrolling my handbook, I passed a trash can. Plop! I put the handbook right where it needed to be, in the trash can, of course! But then I saw a black rope coming out of the trash can. I heard a familiar voice behind me as the rope handed me the handbook back. "You should really keep your handbook, it'll come in handy when you really need it."
I turned around and looked up at Ashlynn (I'm short, okay?). "Oh yeah, like when?" She just shrugged. "How should I know? It just comes in handy." She started to walk away. "Just keep it, it'll give you lots of help, especially with your little brain, lil' ol' Double D's" One of her pigtails swerved behind her and hit my boob. "Hey!" I shouted. Ugh, I hated it when she didn't respond, she just kept on walking!
"Grr..." I clenched my fists, then pointed out my finges and freezed her hair. Guess what she did? She just kept on walking, again! Then her hair poofed out and broke my ice! But guess what, their's more, 'cause then, she flipped me off! *I'll get her back...* I smirked and kept on walking to science.
I heard a comotion and looked to the right just for a second, then someone bumped into me! I fell onto the ground right onto my ass and dropped my handbook. "Ow! What's the matter with you, asswipe?" I looked up while I was yelling and saw that I shouldn't have been yelling.
There was this cute guy who had shaggy light brown hair that swept perfectly across his face which complemented his deep dark brown eyes. A skinny red hoodie on, brown pants, and black converse. *Okay, Icie, keep your cool..*
"Geez, I'm sorry, don't yell at me!" Okay, so he had a nasally voice, big deal, he was cute~!
"Oh, sorry, I guess I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I explained while I grabbed my handbook. "Guess I wasn't paying attention, either." He held out his hand. "Need help up?" I looked at his hand and back up at him. I grasped his hand as he hoisted my little body up. "Wow, you're light."
"I can't help that I'm just short!" We both laughed.
Suddenly, a screeching voice blared in my earsdrums. "CLYDE!" We both jolted as he turned around, looking at a frizzy blonde with crystal blue eyes. She was wearing a white t-shirt under a red jacket, a short black skirt, black knee socks, and black converse. She also had these humongous tits that she seemed to show off on purpose. I didn't mind.
She came stomping over to us, smoke puffing out of her nose. "What, Bebe?"
"Why are with you another girl?"
He chuckled. "Well, you see, it's actually a pretty funny story. I bumped into her, she fell on the ground, and I helped her up!"
She squinted her eyes and looked at me up and down. With one swift move, she snatched Clyde's wrist and pulled him. "Come on, Clyde!"
He looked over his shoulder and gave me a shrug as if he was saying sorry. I nodded and smiled. *Poor guy.*
~.~.~Alex's POV~.~.~
I sat down in a science desk, tapping my foot. I looked for a clock and finally found one. But once I saw it, I raised my eyebrow.
It was definatly not a regular clock. Instead of the numbers 1-12, the numbers were 10-60, counting by ten and a dash in between each of the two numbers. The backround of the clock was black as the numbers glowed white. A white arrow was almost on the dash between 50 and 60 while the letters "AM" glowed in white.
I tilted my head at the clock. "The fuck...?"
A deep voice came from behind me. "Need help?" I jolted and turned around. It was Kenny. Since I had no parents and lived on the streets, he helped me out when I needed it, since I was probably in a worse enviorment than he was.
"Oh, it's just you, Ken. Yeah, what's with this clock?" He observed the clock and nodded. "Well, they're gonna teach us today about the clocks, but right now, it's 8:55am, five minutes before school and class starts."
"Thanks, hopefully I'll figure out their fucked up clocks."
He chuckled. "Yeah, it took me a while to figure out the clocks, too." He patted me on the back so hard that I shook with my desk. "Good luck, Lexie." After ruffling my hair, he turned and went back to his desk. *Lexie...? That's a new one...*
After about five minutes of staring at random pages of the student handbook, the bells dinged four times...loudly. I was stunned from the bell for about 10 seconds.
A blonde man looking around his late 30's walked in wearing a tacky yellow sweater, black pants, and gray shoes. His nose was red and irritated while his eyes were itchy and watering. He took a piece of yellow chalk and wrote his name on the board. Mister Glowe. He sneezed several times in a row, each time he did, a faint glow of yellow light expanded and then shrunk from him, kind of like a tiny light explosion.
"Hello, children, my name is-achoo!-Mister Glowe. I'm sorry about the sneezing, seems I've-achoo!-caught a cold." He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose into it, making a honking sound as he did so. Once he finished, you could see through the tissue that his snot was glowing. "Eww!" the class exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry!" The teacher fumbled and finally disposed of the tissue.
"Today, we will-achoo!-Today, we will just go over the basics of the school. First, we will learn about the clock." He pulled down the screen and turned on a projector, showing a diagram that looked somewhat like this:
Pink - 1:00
Red - 2:00
Orange - 3:00
Yellow - 4:00
Green - 5:00
Blue - 6:00
Purple - 7:00
Black - 8:00
Brown - 9:00
Tan - 10:00
Gray - 11:00
White - 12:00
He started to explain the diagram as he handed each row a half sheet of paper with the same diagram on it to pass down. "Now, the clock that you see on the wall above the door on the right will be probably your most important instrument for this school." He grabbed a large woven basket filled with watches and went up and down each aisle offering a watch. I took one from the basket and observed it, just like the one on the wall. "If you look at your half sheet of paper or at the board, you'll see how each different colored-achoo!-backround of the clock represents each hour. It may seem complicated, but soon you'll get the-achoo!-hang of it. The numbers that go around the clock tell you the minutes. So, let's say we're trying to say that it's 1:45pm, you say, you just say 'Pink:14pm', everyone-achoo!-got that?"
The whole class nodded and responded with a "Yes."
The teacher nodded and blew his nose again. "Good, now that we have that covered, we'll do introduction of ourselves! Since none of you will most likely volunteer, I will go down the student list-achoo!-alphabetically." He glanced at a piece of paper and smiled at he looked at the class. "Ashlynn?"
Right after he said that, a girl from the middle of the class room looked up at the teacher. It was the same girl that I bumped into. She raised her head up and looked at the teacher. "Yes?"
"You're the first to present. Just introduce yourself and add anything else you would like. But don't present your power. You will find out each others power in Training class."
She nodded. "Uh, okay." With that, she stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. "Uh, hi. My name is Ashlynn Veronica Aguine, but you can just call me Ashly or Fluffy. I'm from Mexico and Spanish was my first language."
The teacher looked over to Ashlynn. "Could you perhaps demonstrate?"
"You mean, like, say something in Spanish?"
"Only if you would like."
She turned towards him and responded. "Like a poem?"
"Anything!"
She sighed and thought for a second before turinng back to the class and reciting her poem. "Como las flores de la flor, sus pétalos suaves muy abiertas para mostrar al mundo lo que está recién nacido listo para conquistar las aventuras de la naturaleza, se derivan de alto y alto. Pero, por desgracia, la flor de poderoso tiene que morir un día, y cuando ese día llegue, será débil y frágil como la creación se inclina de nuevo a la tierra de donde vino, la replantación de nuevo en otra flor, a punto de nacer de nuevo..." The class was silent for a moment until...
"GAY!" Cartman always fucked up everything. Kyle turned around and started yelling at him. "Shut up, you don't even know what she said!" Cartman crossed his arms. "Yes I did! It was something TOTALLY gay!"
"Boys, boys, settle down," the teacher boomed. He turned to Ashlynn and grinned warmly. "Anything else you would like to say?"
"Uh, well, not really. No."
"Then go ahead and take your seat." With that, she walked back to her seat and sat down."
"Uh, next on the list is-achoo!-Lonny Blint."
This girl raised her hand high and smiled. "Right here~!" She stood up and walked to the front of the classroom with a skip in her step.
"Hi! My name is Lonny Blint, but you can just call me Lella. It's like Bella, only with a 'L'. Oo~! I love One Direction! And-"
"Oh God, here we go with the One Direction again!" Cartman spat out. Kyle quickly turned around. "Shut up, fat boy!" Ashly looking up from her notes at the word 'fat'. "Ay! Don't call me fat, you stupid Jew!"
The teacher stood up from his desk and opened his mouth, but by the time he thought of something, Ashly, who was sitting next to them, turned and yell and them. "WOULD YOU GUYS BE QUIET, YOU ARE BEING VERY RUDE! SOMEONE IS TRYING TO TALK AND YOU ARE HERE RAMBLING ABOUT EACH OTHER'S WEIGHT AND RELIGION JUST BECAUSE SHE LIKES ONE DIRECTION? THIS IS WHY PEOPLE LIKE YOU NEED ME HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! TO STRAIGHTEN YOU OUT AND SHOW SOME RESPECT ONCE IN A WHILE! DIOS MIO!" After her blow up, the class went silent as the teacher stood wide-eyed with his mouth open. She then mumbled to herself as she turned back to the girl who was at the front. "Jesucristo! La gente se supone que tienen una buena forma cuando hay otras personas en el centro de hablar!"
Lella smiled. "Thank you! Anyways, I like One Direction and all of the other usual stuff. I also like to sing and shop! That's pretty much it! Thank you!" She confidently walked back to her seat and sat down next to Ashly.
"Next on-achoo!-the list is Kyle Broflovski." I could feel my face turn a light shade of pink as he stood up. As I looked over towards him, I saw Ashly's face turn pink as well. He walked up to the front of the classroom and prepared to speak. "Ahem, well, my name is Kyle Broflovski. I was born here in South Park and have lived here ever since. Uh, I guess I like reading and focusing on my academics-"
"AND MONEY!"
Kyle just stood there and grittied his teeth at Cartman's remark. "That's pretty much it." He went and sat down to his seat as the teacher sighed out the next name. "Eric Cartman..."
"It's about time to get this over with." He stood up from his seat and just started talking. "Name's Eric Cartman. Born in South Park. And I'm ready for the ladies to see my hot bod~!"
"What hot bod?" Kyle stared blankly at him. "And what 'ladies' wanna see it? Your mom?"
"Kahl! Shut up!" He sat back down and continued to argue with Kyle.
"Anyways,-achoo!-Emma Clark. Your turn." A girl with her nose buried in a book looked up. The book was titled Love From Afar. Cheesy title. "Huh?" She blinked twice. "It's your turn."
"Oh, hehe, right." She stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. "Hello! My name is Emma Louise Clark, but just call me Emma." She had pale sin along with her layered, light brown hair, flowing a tad above her shoulders. Her part is to the right side of her head, her bangs falling to the left with two clips holding them back. She glanced at me and I saw that her eyes were hazel, but more like a muddy-ish brown. Her body had slight curves, but not very much, kind of like my body frame. She wore a gray and white stripped short sleeved shirt and a gray jacket hanging on her chair. She fanshioned skinny jeans with black flats, as well.
"Well, I like romance movies A LOT, such as Titanic, the Notebook, and Tangled."
"HAHA!" Cartman bellowed. "Tangled? You mean that little princess baby movie?"
Oh, that pissed her off. She stomped up to Cartman's desk and slammed her hands on his papers. "It is NOT a baby movie," she spat out.
"Sure it isn't." With that, she growled and squinted her eyes. She then stood up straight. "Now I know your greatest fear!"
He rolled his eyes as Emma walked up to the front once again. "Hm, what else. Oh yeah! I also like to write and hope to be head of the newspaper! That's it, I guess."
The teacher sat up. "Alright, then you-achoo!-may sit down, Emma." He sneezed once more and glowing red goo dripped from his nose. "Oh dear, I've got a bloody nose. I'll be right back, class." He plugged his nose with a tissue and ran out the door.
Question of the chapter: Why do you think Emma said she knows Cartman's greatest fear?
Another chapter finished! Sorry that I took so long, I went swimming and spent the night at a friend's and had a super long week! Mom was on my computer all the time, too, so that didn't help much. Introductions will continue in the next chapter!
If you want to know what Ashly said in Spanish, she basically recitted a poem about the creation and death of a flower. Very heartfelt, actually.
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