A/N: I STILL don't own MU. ON WITH THE STORY!
Renny's P.O.V.
"Come on honey, it's not that bad," My dad tried convincing me during Winter Break, "You did the best you could."
"But I still failed!" I cried into my hands, "I'm such a loser!"
"But you're our loser," Hex smiled.
I cried harder. "Hexington!" My mom yelled at her.
"Sorry," Hex mumbled.
"It's okay, but I lost my boyfriend, got kicked out of the scaring program, and disappointed Dad all on the same day!" I told them, wiping the tears away and getting a hold of myself.
"Hey," Dad said sternly, "You did NOT disappoint me. You may have gotten kicked out of the scaring program but you are still an Art Major, which makes me proud. You know how much I love Picasso!" I rolled my eyes. Dad did love his artists. He continued, "Plus, there are other fish in the sea. Before I met your mother, I was dating the most beautiful girl. I mean that woman was-Ow!" Mom had hit Dad with a rolling pin.
"She was a gold digger!" Mom told Dad, "She broke up with you when your college fund was gone!"
"But it was worth it," Dad sighed, "OW, WOMAN! STOP THA-" Take a wild guess what my Mom did that time to shut him up.
"But in the end, I got your father," Mom crossed her tentacles and nodded, smiling.
"Yeah," Dad slurred, as he was only half conscious, "I got the awesomely scare gal!"
Mom sat next to me and hugged me. Then she said, "Hope, you'll find the guy who's right for you. I just knows," She kissed my nose, "it." Dang I hated her puns.
"Boo! Bad pun!" Hex told Mom.
I said, "Come on Hex. It was okay…for Mom."
Mom rolled her eyes and laughed, "I just want to see you smile again Hope. Please."
I shook my head at Mom. I didn't want to. Even though she didn't have the best jokes, and wasn't the world's best cook, but she always had room in her heart for her kids.
"Do you know how Harley's doing in Germany? Or Harry in England?" Hex asked my Mother, speaking of Hex and my older brothers.
"Well Harrison's running a very successful barber shop, and Harley's still trying to learn German," My mother told me. Harry liked hair, and Harley loved discovering and learning all different kinds of languages. So far, he can speak twenty languages fluently.
"That's great," I told her.
"It is!" Mom smiled at me, "Harley says, 'Is é an t-arán ardú, bhí dul'."
"…Mom?"
"Yes Hex?"
"That means, 'The bread is rising, got to go' in Irish," My sister informed.
"Oh. Then I mean, 'Inis Heics agus Dóchas breá liom agus chailleann leo'."
"Er…Right," Hex nodded, smiling, slightly. That was wrong too, but we knew what she meant.
-Time Skip to after Winter Break! (Brought to you by Fudge!)-
The wind outside the windows blew a leaf off a tree. I was in the middle of my new major, Scream-Can designing. The Professor, Professor Brandywine, was droning on and on in a voice that made me want to just go to sleep. "…Open your textbooks to chapter three."
I opened my book and looked around. Mike had opened his book, looking bored as heck. I hate this class SO much! I blame Sullivan for this. Speaking of him, Mr. High-and-mighty was glaring at both Mike and me. He was holding a scream can in one hand, and tightened his grip on it. It made a squeaking sound as it was crushed. Oh boy.
After class, as Mike and I walked out of the class and then the building, Sullivan was still glaring at us.
I went to my dorm, where Marie was reading a book. "I still feel horrible that you beat Dave up like that," I told her, "He was just a guy."
"He BROKE your HEART!" Marie told me, "So I broke his legs, arms, and tail." I shrugged and sighed. "I haven't seen you smile ONCE since you were dumped."
"Don't remind me," I told her, sitting on my bed.
Then there was banging on the door. Marie opened the door, as she was so close to it, and in ran Mike. "Renny! I have an idea on how we can get back into the scaring program!"
"What? How?" I asked him.
"Come on!" Mike grabbed my arm, pulled me off my bed, and down the halls, to where the frat houses were.
Claire was saying into a microphone, "Welcome to this year's Greek Scare Games kickoff."
"The scare games! Yeah!" Brock yelled into the microphone.
"Okay, relax," Claire told him, "We have a special guest, the founder of the games, Dean Hardscrabble."
Mike had told me to stand in the crowd (Far left part of the crowd, by a blue car) as he took care of it. What it was, I didn't know yet. The crowd cheered, and after they were silenced, Hardscrabble said, "As a student, I created these games as a friendly competition, but be prepared. To take home the trophy, you must be the most fearsome monsters on campus." I looked at the RORs and saw they posed for a snapshot. I rolled my eyes. "So good luck, and may the best monsters win."
Brock stepped forward again and announced, "All right, everybody. We're closing down sign-ups," Ha! Closing down sign-ups. Funny. "So we'll see you all…"
"Wait!" Mike's voice shouted from the crowd.
"Huh?" I questioned.
Mike was standing on a blue car. He grabbed my arm and tried pulling me on the car with him. He failed, but I climbed on the car anyway. "We're signing up!" Mike announced.
The crowd laughed at us. I turned bright red. "What?" I asked him sharply.
"Uh… You have to be in a fraternity to compete," Claire informed.
"Thank goodness," I breathed.
"Behold the next winning fraternity of the scare games," Mike announced, "The brothers, my brothers, of Oozma Kappa!" He pointed to the four frat brothers.
"Hi," The squishy one greeted. Another balloon deflated and hit him in the face…again. I slapped my forehead.
"Mr. Wazowski, Miss Lawrence, what are you doing?" Hardscrabble asked, walking off the stage and towards the blue car we stood on.
"You just said the winners are the most fearsome monsters on campus," Mike told her, "If we win, it means you kicked out the best scarers in the whole school."
"That won't happen," Hardscrabble turned, walking away again.
"How about a little wager?" Mike called to the Dean, "If we win, you let us back in the scaring program."
"Mike…" I tried to warn him.
Dean Hardscrabble turned to us, "And what would that prove?"
"That you were wrong," Mike told her.
I blinked twice, almost ready to faint. Everyone gasped. "Very well. If you win, I will let your entire team into the scare program. But if you lose, you will both leave Monsters University."
"Deal," Mike agreed. I WAS GOING TO STRANGLE HIM!
"Now all you need to do is find enough members to compete," Hardscrabble told us.
"We need seven guys, right?" Mike questioned.
"Sorry, chief," Brock told Mike, "We count bodies, not heads. That dude counts as one." He pointed to the orange monster. The crowd laughed.
"Anybody else want to join our team? Anyone at all?" Mike asked the crowd.
"Excuse me. Sorry. I'm late," Randy pushed through the crowd, "Can I squeeze by you?"
"Randy!" Mike called to the lizard monster, "Randy, thank goodness, we need you on our team."
"Oh. Sorry," He looked at me, "I'm already on a team." He stepped out to reveal a ROR jacket.
"Boggs," Johnny called to him.
"I'm finally in with the cool kids, guys," Randy told us, "Don't blow this for me." He sounded harsh.
"I did think you were cool," I muttered to him. I pushed back my hair and sighed. "Looks like he's out," I told myself.
I looked up. Fang. Hex. Marie. "Girls!" I called to them, getting their attention, "Help us! Please!"
"Sorry Ren, I'm not into the scare games," Marie told me, shrugging.
"You know I'm with the PNKs, sis," Hexington told me.
"And I can't play," Fang extended a broken leg.
"Well, they're out too," I crossed my arms and huffed.
"I need one more monster. Just one more!" Mike called out.
"Yeah, sorry. Doesn't look good," Claire told us, "We have to move on. Your team doesn't qualify."
"Yes, it does!" Sullivan announced, climbing onto the car, "The star player has just arrived."
"No way! Someone else! Please! Anyone else," Mike tried convincing someone else.
"We're shutting down sign-ups, okay? Is he on your team or not?" Claire asked.
Mike looked at Sullivan and Sullivan looked down at Mike, smiling. "Fine! Yes, he's on my team."
"Good luck," Hardscrabble told us.
Mike and I looked up at Sullivan. Sullivan looked down at us, saying, "All right, Wazowski, Lawrence, what's the plan?"
I groaned and hopped off the car. This won't be fun.
A/N: Review! Later!