The next day was Meg's first day of school since the Chipmunks came into her life. She didn't know how well the other kids at school would react to her having a bunch of singing rodents, but she didn't expect a lot from them. After all, she wasn't very popular in school, and didn't expect it to change anytime soon.
As she was fiddling around with her locker, a girl came up to speak to her.
"Do I know you?" Meg asked.
"I don't believe so," she said. "My name is Clarisse. Nice to meet you!"
Meg sheepishly gave her her hand to shake. "Okay...why are you so nice to me?"
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked.
"Why shouldn't you?" Meg asked. "Clarisse, around here being nice to me is borderline illegal. Come on!"
"Being nice to you, illegal?" Clarisse asked, absolutely shocked. "You've got to be kidding me. What kind of school does that?"
And who should come their way but Connie D'Amico?
"Out of my way, loser!" she snapped at Meg, pushing her aside.
"Why is she treating you this way?" said a voice that made it difficult to tell if it was Alvin, Simon, Theodore, or Clarisse.
Turning around, Meg was about to speak, when Connie said in a cheeky tone of voice "Because she's a huge loser."
Clarisse, totally flabbergasted by Connie's words, honestly had no idea how to respond. She was shocked as to how someone could be so mean like that.
Until she saw something small, cute, and furry sticking out of her backpack. Either Connie's weirded out by her pets, or super-jealous. Either way, you probably don't want to ask about them.
"So, high school sucks, huh?" she asked Meg.
"Sucks?" said Meg. "You have no idea."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"For me, that's a mild term. I'd say it totally blows. Not only do the kids at school treat me this way, my stupid parents and siblings treat me like yellow snow."
"Yellow snow?" she asked.
"You know how when someone pees on snow, nobody wants it because of how gross it is?" she asked. "That's exactly how I feel at home when my parents treat me this way. I've also got a bunch of singing chipmunks here, but I honestly don't know if that's a good or bad thing."
"Aw, man," she said. "I must admit, though, having a bunch of singing chipmunks is, um, out of this world. What's it like?" She figured that, if she initiated the topic first, it was okay to ask about them.
"I honestly don't know, because I've had them for less than two days," she said. "Can't imagine anything too crazy, though."
Suddenly, a popular millennial-bro jock pulled up next to them.
"Oh, hey there, Velma," he said in a mocking tone to Meg. "Your body odor is reeking the whole school. Don't you shower?"
"Well, I would, except that my fat older brother broke the whole place last time he used it, and my parents are still waiting for repairs."
Suddenly, her brother Chris appeared out of nowhere, with a disgusted look on his face.
"Well, you're certainly no Justin Timberlake," said Meg.
"I was born in 2003," said the jock. "I have no idea who the hell you're talking about."
"Good, because now you're too confused to treat me this way" said Meg matter-of-factly.
"I understood that reference," said a voice from her backpack.
"Who was that?" asked Meg.
"It's me, Simon," said the voice. "The smart one. We've been around since 1958; of course we'd know every singer under the sun!"
"Yeah, and sometimes people make videos of us singing to singers we don't even know!" said Theodore. "Don't believe me? Do a Youtube search."
"Really?," said Meg, weirded out by the mere idea of "chipmunked" songs.
"Search it in your web history, you know it to be true!" said Alvin.
"I believe I saw some of those kinds of songs on the internet," said Clarisse, pulling out her phone, and doing a Youtube search.
"And...here we go," said Clarisse, finding a "chipmunked" version of Calabria, and showing it to Meg with a triumphant smile on her face.
"...Okay" said Meg, honestly a little surprised. "Wait a minute. You're being nice to me because I'm friends with Alvin and the Chipmunks, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?" asked Clarisse.
"Why else would you be nice to me?" asked Meg.
"Why else would I be nice to you?" she asked. "...Oh, I see what you mean. With that popular jock and all."
"Look, first I'm the most unpopular girl in school, and now I'm the most talked about girl in school, simply because...I have a bunch of popular chipmunks and all. Honestly, I don't even know if these popular are real friends."
"Fair enough," said Clarisse.
Suddenly, another jock walked up to Meg and started bullying her.
"I heard you adopted a bunch of chipmunks. Guess you're pulling an Angelina Jolie route and doing this to become more popular, aren't you? Look, I know everyone at school hates you and nobody wants to be your friend, but come on!"
"Um...I didn't get them on purpose-" said Meg nervously, when she was suddenly, abruptly, cut off.
"Yeah, good one Meg," he said. "What kind of person accidentally adopts pets? It's not like they climbed into your backpack out of nowhere. Certainly not on a schooltrip."
"Hey, mind your own business!" snapped a voice from Meg's backpack.
Suddenly, everyone in the hallway stopped, completely silent.
"What the hell was that?" said the jock.
"These...things I apparently adopted last week," said Meg. "During our trip to Turtle Back Zoo, anyway."
"Wow, they give away pets for free?" asked Neil. "Singing pets? Now I can finally have a pet my parents will approve of!"
"Yo, back off, Jimmy Neutron," said the jock, elbowing him.
Meg was honestly too exhausted to explain again, let alone bother trying, so she just stood there, blushing red as a tomato. As far as she was concerned, this was one long day at school, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet!