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A few weeks later...

.:Ivypool's POV:.

It's in the middle of September, and the leaves on the trees in the school are turning into a bright orange and brown. They look so cool – back home in California, the leaves on the trees stay green all year 'round unless they rot. It's about seventy degrees outside here, but it sprinkling a little even though it's not even cold.

So far, the whole school year is off to a great start. I was selected to be the school's band flute soloist for the concert that's in December, and I got to be first chair! That's so awesome! I wonder who the audience are. Maybe the whole school?

I'm not going to worry about that now, it's months away. Halloween isn't even here yet, and that's another month away. I heard that's there's going to be this thing called a "Halloween dance" a few days before Halloween, but it's not important enough for me. I have tons of homework and besides, no one is going to ask me out anyway.

As I walk to the library, there's a bunch of painted posters that reads "Spirit Week," and a whole bunch of crazy things that you might want to do to earn team spirit points. We total all the spirit points up each year, and whichever team has the most points will earn a prize of some sort. Next Wednesday's spirit thingie catches my eye. "Crazy hair day – dye it colors!" it reads. Hm, maybe I'll buy some dye on the weekends or whatever if I remember. I've always wanted to dye my hair, but my mom says that it's too weird.

Oh yeah, Mr. Dust gave us this syllabus that we were supposed to sign and hand it back to him two weeks before. I signed it, but then I glanced at random sentences and along one of those lines, it read "If I sign this, then everything I brought to school with me are Mr. Dust's now."

Luckily I signed it in pencil so I quickly erased my signature. A bunch of people in science signed it, but Mr. Dust was nice and let us go this time but no before saying that we should read things before we sign them.

It's after school on Wednesday, and I'm suppose to meet Breezepelt in the computer lab to play games. Don't worry, I'll still do my homework, but games keeps the stress off of your shoulders and I get more time search the room for their Wi-Fi password. I've already finsished my homework at lunch, since I had nothing better to do.

Breezepelt and I have played games in the computer lab a couple of times now. This time, we're playing agarpco which is a rip-off of agario but still fun. We have to go online to access the servers, so we just play in the computer lab. In agarpco, we can find each other easier so why not use that site?

I slip into the computer lab and ignore the annoyed look the librarian, Miss Mousefur, gives me as I trot heavily towards the computers.

"No running!" she calls after me.

Why no running? The worst the can happen is trip or knock someone or somethings over. It's not like you'll die or anything. Well, unless you fall into a trap door, but that's very unlikely.

Breezepelt's already sitting at the front of the lab, tapping away. I sit next to him, banging my fists on the keyboard when it wouldn't load. I refresh the page.

There, now it's fine.

"What server are you on?" I ask Breezepelt. He's wearing white basketball shorts, long black socks with a nike sign on them, and a black t-shirt. I like his style, maybe when I could steal – I mean borrow some clothes from him. I don't know why, but I like darker colors and casual wear for boys. I could never find any good clothes when my dad takes me shopping since the girls' clothing place contains a bunch of random things that would be degrading for me to wear to school. I mean super short neon colored shorts that look like underwear? Seriously.

But hey, I'm not going to borrow everything. Maybe just a jacket before winter. I only have two jackets that aren't very thick, but back then I thought that two jackets were enough to survive the winter. In California it's never really cold so the most you wear is a jacket, but the way Hollyleaf described winter in her home state, New York or whatever, the cold is extreme.

"I'm on Janus," Breezepelt answers. He names his cell "Badass" and was just a little bigger than the viruses now.

"Okay, my name's Poison Ivy," I say, typing the name in. I click play and I find him immediately since he's just above me.

Half hour later...

Suddenly a gigantic cell that's named"Taylor Swift" eats us both in one split. I have the sudden urge to punch the computer screen.

"Too bad," Breezepelt sighs, getting up from his seat right after I do. The game was fun while it lasted, though I wish it would last longer next time.

"Did you do your homework yet?" I ask as we're on the way out of the computer lab. Now we're heading towards the direction of the boys' dorms and the single dorms.

"No," he replies, looking sullen. "And I forgot what's for math."

"Oh, I'm finished," I tell him. "See you later then."

I wave and jog back to my room, and stop outside it to get my keys out from my pocket. I hear a faint sound like a crying baby, and I look around. No baby. Actually, it kind of sounds like a cat. There it goes again.

I glance around again as the sound continues. No kitty, but man, it sounds close. I think abut searching for it, but I decided against it. I've heard stories of this ghost dog barking and luring people to where he becomes gigantic and eats them. This one is cat, but who knows – maybe it's a ghost kitty. I doubt it's a real cat since the principal doesn't allow pets inside the school.

I unlock the door to my room, taking one glance outside the door before closing it shut. It's probably nothing to worry about...I hope.

QUESTON OF THE DAY

-What do you think of Millie? (the cat in warriors, of course.)

My answer: She's an okay cat, overly protective of Briarlight, but forgets her other kits. Well, maybe not forget, but she doesn't treat them all the same.

By the way, I'm not racist, so there's going to be a few people that are African-Americans in this story. But Hollyleaf and Breezepelt are exceptions - they just have black hair and slightly tanned skin. M'kay?

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-Silver