This story takes place during the CGI 2015-Ongoing series.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ALVINNN!!! and the Chipmunks or Bagdasarian Studios.
They both thought that each other was "Washed-Up."
Alvin Seville and Brittany Miller both hated each other, always competing and making bets and arguing with one another.
"Alright, class, quiet. I said QUIET!!" yelled Miss Smith at the top of her lungs. "Today we have a very special announcement. Starting today, two people will begin to run for class president! Whoever wins the election will be, class president. Anyway, start thinking about who should run. Mmph."
That last part was out of exhaustion.
I should run for class president, Alvin thought. After all, I am coool and suave and the best ladies' man there was in history! Beeing class president could earn me some popularity points!
He could hear them chanting his name.
ALVIN! ALVIN! ALVIN!
Wait. He could HEAR them chanting his name.
"ALVIN! ALVIN!"
It was Miss Smith, calling on him to answer a question, when he didn't have his hand raised. He instantly snapped out of his little daydream, the whole class staring at him incoherently.
"Do you mind telling us the value of X when X equals 1/42y(13x19)?"
"Yes, I do", he muttered under his breath. He had a D in math, so he had nothing to lose mouthing off.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" She yelled at him. When it came to yelling, she was by far the loudest.
"Nothing, nothing", he said. He did a nervous chuckle.
Simon rolled his eyes.
"So Alvin, what's the answer?"
"Uh, 33?" He was obviously guessing.
"What? NO! Not even close!", she screamed, like she was expecting him to know the answer. Miss Smith didn't like it when students said "I don't know", because she thinks they know everything, so when it came to her, it was either the right answer or getting yelled at. "Did you even do the problems in your book like you were supposed to do?" She asked.
"Well, funny story..." Alvin started.
"It's a yes or no question, Alvin", stated Miss Smith.
"Well, Yes... kinda-sorta... n-n-n-no, no i didn't do it, no. And do you know why? I wasn't moti-"
"I don't even wanna hear it alvin," Miss Smith cut him off. You can just do it during detention today.
Alvin Sighed. He was the kid in school with the most detentions of any kid. Even Derek. Even BoCarter. He had so many detentions, he had a track record.
The rest of the day past rather quickly. He got into a squabble with Derek (It wasn't too big of a squabble), and got into an argument with Brittany.
In detention, he was supposed to finish the homework he "wasn't motivated to do", but instead, he had bigger plans. He got out a big posterboard of blank paper, got out some markers, and started scribbling, "Alvin For President". He then drew his face on it with a big smile on it, and some fake confetti, maybe even a ballon or streamers, probably both. In no time, he had his own very first campaign poster. He was running for president.
"Alvin, are you doing what you're supposed to be?" Miss Smith questioned him. She was the detention monitor. That meant she was responsible for keeping an eye on him, and making sure he didn't sneak out the window or door or anything.
"Uh, yes", he answered.
"Good", she replied. "And don't think about trying to hypnotize me into thinking that you're an A student who isn't supposed to be in detention. Cause that won't work." Miss Smith was a real sucker when it cam to hypnosis. She is one of those people who can be hypnotized easily. One time she got hypnotized into thinking she was dumb.
"No, I won't", he muttered.
Alvin decided to get to work on his math homework since Miss Smith would check it before she leaves. He had to do the problems he didn't do yesterday plus the problems she assigned.
If X is 54 what is 92x-17(35)23x-15x(x3), he thought the problem to himself. Math was a real struggle to him. How am I supposed to know this?? Who am I, Simon? Jeanette? Those Math-Geeks? They were the Math-LETES, but Alvin calls them Math-Geeks because they're geeks.
When detention was up, alvin rushed home. He wanted to play video games so badly. He got home, grabbed some cheese balls and started playing his favorite video game, Turbo Racer X. He got 3 minutes into the game until he heard a snap. The cord was unplugged. Better yet, it was dave who unplugged the video game from the TV.
"And just what do you think you're doing", he said sternly. Very sternly.
"Uh, just playing video games," Alvin answered nervously.
"Not on my watch. Miss Smith just called me and said you didn't do your home like you were supposed to do, in detention! What were you doing that whole time??"
"Well, David, if you must know I was--" Alvin started cockily until he was cut off by Dave.
"No Alvin, you were SUPPOSED to be doing your homework. Go upstairs and finish it this instant, or I'll take away your electronics for a week."
"Oh, fine." Alvin rolled his eyes.
When he got upstairs, it looked like Simon was doing an experiment and Theodore was snacking on something (as usual).
"Don't touch anything!" Simon exclaimed. "This is a very dangerous experiment that could damage your brainwaves."
Alvin rolled his eyes. "Ugh, I wasn't gonna go near your little nerd experiment, okay? I have an announcement to make."
"What is it?" asked Theodore, out of curiosity.
"I, Alvin Seville, am officially running for class president!"
"Class president- oh, gimme a break alvin!" yelled Simon. "You just want popularity points. You have no idea how hard it is to actually run a campaign, start a rally, and actually grow a base to the point where people would actually WANT you to be president! Besides, what would you do to improve our school, anyway?"
"For your information, Simon", Alvin retorted, "I have many things I plan to improve about our school." The then pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and rolled it down. Simon read off the list.
"Item A", he began to read, "Water fountains spew out Mountain Dew: Code Red.
Item B: Chocolate Fountain.
Item C: Fire Miss Smith.
Item D: Demote Brittany from assistant principal to class demon.
Item E: Field trip to Disney Land.
Item F: Hot, sweet sugary lunches.
Item G: Bigger lockers, with no combinations.
Okay Alvin, I'm going to take this paper and on the back of it, for each item write why it's a terrible idea."
He began to write.
"Done."
Alvin started to read of Simon's list.
"Item A: Soda is too sugary and will just get kids more thirsty.
Item B: Chocolate is not healthy.
Item C: Miss Smith has experience.
Item D: There is no such thing as a "class demon".
Item E: It's not in the school's budget.
Item F: Lunches are made before school hours.
Item G: Kids can easily break into lockers.
Man, you're such a buzzkill."
"Just asking, what is the possibility for hot, sweet, sugary lunches", said Theodore.
"Ten to NONE", Simon answered, while looking at Alvin when he said none.
Alrighty then, time to improvise, he thought.
"FELLAS! DINNER!" Dave yelled almost the way from downstairs.
"Coming, Dave!" all three of them yelled simultaneously.
When the came downstairs, the Chippetes, utterly known as Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor were already seated. Usually on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, they came over to eat with them.
Dinner was kind of quiet until Dave spoke up. "So, how was everyone's day?"
"I'm running for class president!" exclaimed Alvin.
"Well that's great alvin", said Dave.
"That's a coincidence, because I'm running to", said Brittany in an egotistical manner.
Wait, WHAT?
"Wait, WHAT?!" yelled Alvin. "Y-you can't run! I'm running! You can't run!"
"Oh yes I can Alvin", she snorted. "You're not the only one who can do stuff around here. Besides, I want to improve the school, you just want popularity points."
"Maybe you should try improving yourself before you improve the school", he muttered under his breath.
"Alvin, stop it," Dave interfered, "anybody can run for school president, not just you."
"But everybody knows I'd make a way better president than brittany ever would. Besides, she's already the Principal's assistant! Why does she need TWO positions of power?!
And FYI Britt, I DO want to improve the school. Isn't that right Simon?"
"If he means improve in a good way, then not at all," he muttered to Jeanette. "I mean, a water fountain of Mountain Dew: Code Red. Come on, seriously?"
"Really, Alvin, a fountain of SODA?" nagged Brittany. Everybody had mad/disappointed looks at him. "That isn't healthy, do you even think?!"
"Yes. Yes I do. And when I kick your butt on friday, the only thing you'll be thinking is about how you got served!!" Alvin chuckled a bit.
"That's not even funny", added Eleanor.
"Oh, yeah? Well, ask The Funny. They'll think it's hilarious.
Besides, I'm much more lovable than Brittany. I'm cool. I'm fun. I'm smart. I'm charming. I'm cute. I've got my little signature look and significance that lies in my hat. I've got a slick hair-do under my hat. I have so many charming qualities that it's just overwhelming to even look--"
"ALVINNN!!!" They all screamed at the top of their lungs.
Game. On.