Millie is not Blossomfall's mom in this fic.
Blossomfall is kind of transgender, except he knows that he really is a boy.
Blossomfall is a freshman, and her/his siblings are both juniors. Briarlight hasn't broken anything on her body yet, and neither does Mrs. Bright have the scar, but may or may not have one soon.
Blossomfall heard laughter behind him, probably because the probably one of the people behind him stuck another glue-stick on some unknowing kid's hair. He glanced behind him to see who their next victim was, but something shifted on his head and clattered onto the blue floor. Of course, down there was a bright yellow glue-stick.
He shrugged, bending over to pick the glue-stick up. Finders keepers. The guys behind him were already moving onto something else, like singing.
"'cause I know she'll be the death of me," a kid with jet-black hair sang, with a bunch of people laughing at him. "She told me no worry, blah blah blah!"
"Dude, you sound so out of tune," complained a boy with golden-ish streaks in his chocolate brown hair.
"No, I don't!" protested the guy that was just singing. "I sound just like Harry Styles in One Direction!"
A girl with dyed white streaks in her hair sitting in next to one of them peeked behind her shoulder and snickered.
"Yeah, you sound so much like Harry Styles," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not that I listen to One Direction anyway, but I'll bet you a million bucks that he's way better than you."
Blossomfall thinks her name's Ivypool, but sucks at names. The person who sits beside him is Minnowtail, but Blossomfall has never spoke to her even once in his life.
"Ivypool, you can't even sing!"
"Well, you can't sing shit either."
"Breezepelt, you suck," another boy with russet brown hair interrupted loudly. "I can sing way better than you!"
"The heck Foxleap, you tr-"
"But I'm only human!" Foxleap shouted in an attempt to imitate Christina Perri's voice, "and I bleed when I fall down, 'cause I'm only human, and I crash when I break down!" He went quiet for a moment, pondering what the next lyrics were. "Your socks are in my heart, knives stuck in my head, you build me up and I fall apart."
He sang it WAY out of tune, but since it was so loud and random, everyone laughed. He was supposed to be the funny guy, since yesterday a few police cruisers pulled up in front of the school, saying that someone called them there while the Algebra teacher, Mrs. Bright, explained everything. Poor teacher.
The science teacher, Mr. Dust, in the far corner was so absorbed in reading his newspaper that he didn't bother to get up and tell them all to shut up.
"He sings way better than you!" Ivypool laughed.
"Again, you don't even know how to sing," Breezepelt complained. "I'm going to sing my heart out again."
"This is the ice-cold, Michelle broom...um, the white-gold. This is the blah blah blah blah blah blah my masterpiece," he tried to sing, obviously not knowing the correct lyrics.
The attempt made everyone laugh.
"I want to sing now!" the brown hair boy with golden streaks in his hair called out. Everyone became quiet as the boy stood up on his desk.
"So I'm just going to sing something that I heard at lunch when the stupid teachers turned the stereo on..."
"Just get on with it!" some random chick named Heathertail shouted. Random people were all around here in science, so it was no big deal.
"Fine," the boy glared at the girl with purple contact lenses. "Though the words won't be right."
"Of course not," Heathertail scoffed, "you're way to stupid to memorize anything." The boy responded by sticking a special finger out at her as he stood up on his table.
"I fell asleep in a homeless place, and fell asleep in a HOMELESS place!"
"It's 'I fell in love in a hopeless place,' dumbass!" Ivypool laughed, shoving the bronze haired boy, almost making him fall off his desk if he hadn't caught himself.
"It sounded like homeless," he muttered, sitting back down. He quickly glanced back up and turned to Blossomfall. "Hi! You wanna sing? Why are you so quiet?"
Blossomfall quickly ducked his head, not wanting to be the center of attention. "No thanks. Tell Heathertail to sing or something."
He whispered the last part so no one could hear him, not that they heard him when he said the first sentence anyway.
"She said that she wants to sing!" The bronze haired boy assumed, and gestured him to jump up on his desk, even though Blossomfall kept shaking his head.
"C'mon! It's fun!"
Blossomfall stayed put, starring at everyone wide-eyed. They starred back, waiting for something interesting to happen.
"But I don't want to sing. I can't sing," he said a bit louder. But he got up and sat on his desk anyway, since that's what everyone else was doing. People still waited in expectation.
Blossomfall remembered the time he though he had finally mastered he art of singing just like Amy Lee, but when he recorded everything, it sounded way off, way too high, way out of tune.
"Oh my StarClan, everyone's so quiet!" Mr. Dust gasped from his seat, "even though everyone's abusing the desks. Get off, you ignorant people."
Saved by the scary science teacher.
Nothing happened at all in this chapter. It's just that stuff is still in the intro section. Blah blah blah.
Last chapter was the Foxleap dialed the wrong number in the phone when he was supposed to call his parents. The wrong number as in '911.' And of course, he never went to the office, so yeah.
I know you may think that I haven't been paying enough attention to the reviews, but I'm so excited that we made it over 100! The 125th reviewer will get a prize of their choice, and I'll announce whatever the prizes are when we get close to 125 reviews. If I don't forget. :D
Also, I've published a one-shot Book of Exotic Tales, so please read that since they may have a few warriors boarding school scenes.
QUESTION - Give me the definition of an idiom and three examples, because I don't know what it is and can't search it up on Google, since it's blocked. Yes, I'm using you guys as an advantage! :3
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