So sorry for not updating earlier, but... life. Just stinks and I won't go into why. Buut I want to say the support I've gotten on this story is so amazing, and I want to thank each and every one of you for taking the time to read this. Plus, there is a group on Deviantart for this fanfiction! It's called CGI high and it's founded by this great friend, Ally-A-Pally who has drawn some fanart for the story, which I absolutely love. Plus, someone had asked me if I had a tumblr so they could link me to their fanart, well, my tumblr name is florairmatylee, same as my username. This is getting long, so please read and hope you like it!
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Elsa and Anna were sisters. Sisters naturally competed with one another. So when Elsa became Class President, by some fluke, Anna became Vice President due to their parents' urging. Elsa wasn't okay with that, at all. So as the two sisters grew distant, another thing just had to come between them: boys.
"That's stupid," Anna said hotly, as she and her elder sister walked towards the Student Council meeting. "Why would you bleach your hair white? Only that weird kid Jack Frost does that."
"So what if I did?" Elsa said sourly. "I like it."
"Do you have a crush on the Frost guy?" Anna questioned, not giving up. "Because he has a girlfriend, I think-"
"Anna, will you shut up?" Elsa hissed, and opened the door to the meeting room. The school secretary Roxanne and the school treasurer Hiccup, along with the class representatives, looked up at them.
Taking her seat at the head of the table, Elsa sat poised with the grace of a queen. Anna, fumbling to sit down next to her sister, wasn't as graceful; as she somehow managed to tangle her feet in the chair legs.
"Now that they're here, we can start," Roxanne said, and poised her pencil over paper in preparation to take notes. As one of the most devoted staff of the newspaper, Roxanne taking the position as secretary was perfect.
"We have clubs requesting permission for fund raisers," Elsa started off, taking out a folder. "First thing's first, the Swim Team. We've got a representative here, I assume?"
"Here," a girl with bleached pale hair (great, so everyone was doing it, Anna thought with an eyeroll) said as she stood up. "My name's Periwinkle, and as a representative of the swim team, we'd like to request permission for a bake sale."
"Your request is taken into consideration," Elsa said serenely, and Roxanne jotted it down furiously. "How much do you intend to raise?"
"Enough for the whole team to compete in another state," Periwinkle said slowly.
"Your numbers aren't bad, and if this bake sale were a success, I think you could take this trip," Hiccup pored over some papers. "Granted, of course, that this idea is passed." Periwinkle nodded her thanks and sat down. Anna looked over at Elsa's papers, which had a lot of club requests. She regretted ever running for Vice President in the first place.
"The Robotics team?" Elsa asked, and Hiccup looked up with a smile in recognition of the club he had joined. Across the table, a scrawny blond boy with glasses stood up.
"I'm Lewis," the boy said, "And the Robotics team would like to hold a dance to raise funds for an out-of-state meet as well."
"Those take lots of planning," Elsa warned as Roxanne put this down on paper. "Hiccup?"
"We have the funds for it," Hiccup's mouth twisted in a line, "But it would take a lot of those funds away. So it's best to keep in mind that this will be time consuming, and if it fails, we lose a lot."
"This will also be considered," Elsa said kindly, and Lewis sat down. "Now, for the senior class representative?" A quiet filled the room, and Elsa looked up in annoyance. "Is the senior class-"
"Right here, sorry I'm late," a smooth voice cut Elsa off, and a auburn-haired young man slid into the seat next to Anna. "My name's Hans." Elsa studied him, and her cheeks went a bit pink, but she cleared her throat and looked back at her papers.
"Umm, right. And senior class will be planning this year's homecoming, and it's important-" Elsa rambled on, but Anna's attention had wandered. She was staring at Hans with a dreamy expression on her face, thinking him the most handsome boy she'd ever seen.
"Are you alright?" Hans asked quietly, and Anna realized she'd been staring too hard.
"Yup, just, uh, trying to signal my friend-" Anna looked around widely, and laid her eyes on the freshman class representative. "Vanellope."
"Why didn't you say so?" Hans said helpfully, and Anna was fit to die of embaressement. He turned to Vanellope, a ninth grader with black hair ornamented with small clips pulled up in a ponytail, and whispered loudly.
"Vanellope, your friend wants to talk to you!" Vanellope looked at Anna, but with a perplexed expression, seeing as she'd never talked to Anna before in her life.
"Anna!" Elsa said sharply, when she realized what she and Hans were doing. "Are you purposely ignoring me?"
"I wasn't even-" Anna stammered.
"You are the Vice President, and have a duty to this school," Elsa began her lecture angrily, but it was ridiculed by the fact that Roxanne was writing this all down.
"Elsa, that is so unfair!" Anna said, her voice rising in annoyance. "You always assume things are my fault!"
"I'm sorry if we weren't listening," Hans said quickly, and laid a hand on Anna's shoulder. "It's completely my fault, Elsa. Don't blame her." Anna smiled at him, blushing just a tad, and Elsa's eyes narrowed. She wasn't keen on the attention Anna was getting from Hans at all.
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Sometimes, it sucked when your brother and your classmate were best friends; because then you had to put up with them constantly messing around with one another. Her head on her hand, bored expression on her face, Violet sat cross-legged on the school's field and watched Dash and Wilbur chase one another around with fake Harry Potter wands.
"I won!" Wilbur declared, stopping in his tracks. "That was a direct hit in the heart, Dash."
"No, I blocked it with my Patronus," Dash said stubbornly. "So you died."
"It doesn't just bounce off a Patronus!" Wilbur said childishly. Violet groaned and picked up the project she and Wilbur were supposed to be working on, and rifled through the pages. They need human expressions for everything- and disagreement was clearly being shown in front of her.
"But it-" Dash's words were cut off by a camera's blinding flash. Both he and Wilbur turned to face Violet, who tucked the small camera into her backpack again.
"I'm getting stuff done, and you're playing with a stick," Violet said in exasperation.
"This is not a stick!" Wilbur said indigently, straightening from battle position. "This happens to be a replica of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's wand!"
"Voldemort?" Violet deadpanned, ignoring the gasp of shock Dash and Wilbur emitted simultaneously.
"You can't say his name out loud," Dash whispered in horror, and Violet rolled her eyes.
"Listen, Wilbur, why don't we go around school and capture people's reactions to things?" Violet said dully. Not how she wanted to spend her time before class- she'd much rather go find Merida or Astrid- but she wasn't welcome to the idea of staying after school with Wilbur either.
"Fine," Wilbur placed his thin "wand" into a box lined with velvet. "Dash, let's meet up at lunch with Lewis and Hiccup. We're going to spar some more."
"You guys are so stupid," Violet muttered, as Wilbur and Dash saluted one another Star Trek style.
"Let's go onward!" Wilbur seemed to have "transformed" into a medieval night, and took stiff steps away from Dash as if his legs were covered with metal armor.
"Will you walk normally?!" Violet exclaimed, grabbing Wilbur's arm and yanking him towards the school angrily.
"What's your problem?" Wilbur wondered, as Violet seethed.
"Nothing at all," Violet said between clenched teeth, but stopped in her tracks. Tony, the boy she'd had a crush on since forever, was walking her way. Quickly, she let go of Wilbur's arm and ducked behind the nearest thing she could find: a wall. Wilbur didn't notice she wasn't trying to get away from him, so he followed her.
"Why are we hiding?" Wilbur asked, pressing next to Violet as they crouched in darkness.
"I'm not hiding from anyone!" Violet blurted, tilting her head so that her hair streaked over her face more prominently.
"Well, I didn't say that, but now that you have," Wilbur said, lifting his eyebrows in the universal sign of expectance for her to keep talking.
"No one," Violet was quick to say, but that was the moment Tony walked into sight. Wilbur examined him and grinned cheekily, ready to make a comment, but Violet elbowed him in the ribs so hard that the boy got the wind knocked out of him.
"Argh!" Wilbur doubled over in pain. "My lungs- man down- tell Dash that the Force is strong with him, since I can't-" He dramatically fell over, grasping his side, but Violet didn't notice. Instead, she peered outside, praying Tony would leave so that they could sneak out unnoticed. Just her luck, her moved even closer and was deep in conversation with this one girl Agnes.
No. Did he...? If Tony liked Agnes, Violet was done for. Agnes was pretty, dressed normal, but had short and cute brown hair, while Violet had this raven mess that fell all over her shoulders...
"My ribcage is killing me," Wilbur whined, and Violet knocked the wind out of him before he could speak again. "Uff!"
"Tony's leaving," Violet could finally breathe. "Come on, let's go before someone finds us." She stood up, yanking Wilbur up with her, while Wilbur muttered about his lungs being punctured.
"Now what?" Wilbur asked. "Classes start in thirty minutes, and we're not any closer to finishing."
"No thanks to your nerd games," Violet said bitterly, as she walked fast. Wilbur hurried to catch up with her.
"Those are not nerd games, Harry Potter was nothing of a nerd!" Wilbur said. "That, of course, was more of-"
"I know, I read the books, and watched the movies," Violet said. This took Wilbur aback.
"You have?"
"Why is that so surprising?" Violet shot back, hearing the disbelief in his voice.
"Nothing, it's just that-" Wilbur chose his words carefully. "You don't seem like the type of girl to read."
"I happen to love reading, okay?" Violet frowned.
"Great then, let's get a book, have you read, and I'll take a picture to demonstrate humans in love!" Wilbur said.
"You are not funny," Violet said, but a small laugh escaped her lips. "Come on." Wilbur actually bounded ahead of her, stopping to talk to a friend a few feet away, and Violet couldn't help but think he wasn't all that bad.
That is, until he and his friend started doing the Gangnam style in front of everyone.
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He wasn't the cutest boy in school, rather; he was annoying. He was so short and peppy and he was always helping people. Calhoun despised him for that.
"Felix!" a shrill call sounded. "Help, Ralph kinda broke the ladder-"
Calhoun, from her seat at the castle-building table, looked up coyly. The screams, undoubtably Tuffnut's, resonated from the stage where he and Nod had been stringing lights.
"Oh, I am hurt! I am very much hurt!" Sure enough, they were Tuffnut's. Calhoun sighed, and let her face focus on the the cardboard box structure she was supposed to be painting grey. Yup, that aggravating boy was on his way again.
"I can fix it!" Felix said in that high pitched, bothersome accent of his as he raced towards the stage. Fix-it-Felix, some people called him because he had a knack for helping fix others' mistakes. He was still, however, a weakling, even with all the glory people would put on him. Seriously. Calhoun could shove him in a locker if she wanted to.
Fixing her short blond hair so that it tucked behind her ear, she tried to focus on her task at hand. Why had she even agreed to take part in that stupid play? Oh, right, because Lucille had asked her to. Lucille was that new exchange student, but Calhoun had befriended her somewhat grudgingly because Lucille wasn't her ideal choice of friend.
"Calhoun!" a sweet voice sounded from behind her. "How's the castle going?" Calhoun turned to face the voice, none other than Rapunzel, another optimistically-annoying-irritating girl that reminded her sooo much of Felix. Why did she somehow always get back to the subject of him anyway? Maybe it was because he always stared at her during class, or left this idiotic comments about how Calhoun looked that day. Or maybe because he was just the first person to try to like her since... Well, an incident in the tenth grade.
"It's coming along well," Calhoun finally answered Rapunzel's question, and dabbed at the box with a small tissue to avoid paint streaks. Ms. Tara had made it quite clear that streaking paint would result in having to repaint it.
"Great!" Rapunzel beamed. "When you're done, could you help out team B with the sword props?"
"Why not," Calhoun said flatly, finishing up the box. Just as she was setting the box down, it folded over to to the weight of the coats of paint.
"Oh!" Rapunzel's hands flew to her mouth in shock. "You were just done with it-!"
"I'll have to redo it," the venom was evident in Calhoun's voice. "Ugh."
"I can fix it!" Oh no. Hell no. Calhoun resisted the urge to groan. Felix showed up, the smile on his face infectiously catching onto Rapunzel's face.
"Thank you Felix," Rapunzel said gratefully. "You and Calhoun can make it good as new!" Rapunzel skipped off, undoubtably to go pester someone else, and left Calhoun and Felix alone.
Calhoun made a move towards the box, but Felix's small arm blocked her from getting any closer.
"A woman as lovely as you shouldn't have to work," he said graciously, thinking he was being cavalier and that Calhoun would thank him, but rather, she exploded.
"What the hell did you just tell me?" Calhoun stormed in front of the shorter boy. Felix winced at her language. "Are you saying because I'm a girl, that I can't work?!"
"No, I didn't-"
"You're nothing but a female oppressor, you annoying little-" Calhoun had always fascinated Felix, but up close, she was scary. The floppy blond hair that he'd always thought fell perfectly and accented her blue eyes just right now seemed to mock him. Her all black clothing wasn't doing much to take away from the scare either.
"I didn't mean it!" Felix squeaked, just as Calhoun was raising her fist. "I-I was just saying you're beautiful!" Those words hit Calhoun hard. She reluctantly lowered her fist, but refused to but her guard down. Because the last time she'd let someone call her beautiful, and she had believed it, it ended badly.
New Characters!
Agnes from Despicable Me
Periwinkle from Tinkerbell and The Secret of the Wings
Hans from Frozen
Tony from The Incredibles
I focused on other characters for once, yay! Tell me who's story you'd like me to expand on next, and tell me if you liked my horrible writing skills or not. :)