Ditty~

I stroll down the hallway, singing loudly (again) and saying hello to a few AEs that I recognize. Then I hear Snyder whachacallim.

"You think you're going to bump me and get away with it?" he snarls. I grab my whipped cream gun out of my bag and rush forward, jumping in front of him and grinning.

"Hey!" I greet cheerfully. "Are you really going to beat somebody up over a tiny little bump?" He glares at me.

"I'll beat you up too," he warns, rubbing his brass knuckles. I raise my whipped cream gun.

"Not if you choke on whipped cream first," I warn, still grinning cheerilly. Snyder glares at me and the girl behind me.

"Fine," he mutters. "But this ain't over."

"Yes it is!" I yell after him. I turn around and grin at Chilly. "Hey! I'm Ditty, and my CBer is TARDISrider. You have any weapons? It might be best if you got him angry." just then, the bell rings. I bounce on my toes eagerly.

"Oooooh, boy! Time to meet the vampire headmaster!" Then I zoom away, leaving Chilly and Fredrick with no idea how much espresso I've had today. 

Snyder Fan~

As I race down the corner after Pinkie PIEper, I slam into a whispy little girl, who is dressed in some sort of ice outfit. I'll admit, I wasn't looking where I was going. But since when has a tiny...Oh. My. Punches. I bumped into a crossbreed. An AE/CAPTCHA crossbreed. Almost as low on the respect-deserved scale as a newsie. Or a fansie.

Okay. I offically am moving back to New York.

Better just blame it on the AEPTCHA.

"You think you're going to bump me and get away with it?" I snarl, making it into both a big deal, and the AEPTCHA's fault. The small girl's (AEPTCHA"s!) face scrunches up with fear, and I chuckle.

I'm going to like beating this one up.

I look around, watching for any teachers, and pull out my brass knuckles.

Snyder would be so proud!

I warm up, taking a few swings, and the (AEPTCHA!) wimpers. 

Oh yes. 

I jump, as an AE? CAPTCHA? jumps in front of me, and holds out some sort of gun. Really? A water gun?

"Hey!" it says cheerfully, smiling as if they can challenge me. Ha. 

"Are you really going to beat someone up over a tiny little bump?" it smiles, but I detect seriousness in it's voice.

This AE? CAPTCHA? really thinks it can challenge me? I, Snyder Fan the Great? 

"I can beat you up too," I warn casually, stroking my choice weapons. Should I hancuff them first? Or just save the trouble and just start punching?

"Not if you choke on whipped cream first!" it smiles. Dang. That's a whipped cream gun? How did she know that I hate whipped cream? (My sister Elle likes it, and therefore, I hate.) I glare at the two. They probally planned this with Brooklyn Newsie to embarass me in front of my crush. I glance around, and relieved that Pinkie PIEper isn't around, I turn towards them.

"Fine," I snarl. "But this ain't over."

I walk away, hoping to find the beautiful, the lovely, the perfect Pinkie PIEper. 

The annoying AE? CAPTCHA? yells something after me, but I refuse to hear. The bell rings, saving me from any AEs or CAPtCHAs who saw that. I, Snyder Fan, was beaten? By a girl, no doubt.

"She did have a whipped cream gun," I say to myself, and increase the swaggar in my step.

There are plenty of other AEs and CAPTCHAs to pick on here.

Elle~

My stupid brother is trying to beat up yet another person.

Well, not a person. A manifestation of a CBer's imagination.

But still.

I turn off my Wicked soundtrack, and walk toward Snyder Fan, and the poor crossbreed, who looks like she's about to cry.

But just as I am reaching the two, another AE jumps in front of the poor thing, pulling out a rainbow-colored gun. Aw, score! A kindred spirit. Or maybe two. I hope they like Wicked!

The bell rings, and I put my book in my Wicked themed bookbag, then pull my too-small uniform skirt into place, and hustle toward the main room. As i hurry, I see the girl Snyder Fan was picking on earlier. I walk up to her, and tap her on the shoulder.

"Sorry about my brother," I say. "He's really uncontrollable. I'm Elle. His sister, unfortunately. I'm Brooklyn Newsie's CAPTCHA."

"I'm Chilly," the girl replies quietly. "Thanks."

"None needed," I smile. "Want to hang out?"

"Okay," Chilly says, "But," she points to my uniform, "can you tell me where to get that?"

"Sure," I laugh. "I need to change this out anyway. It's too small."

"Looks like it would fit me just fine," Chilly jokes shyly.

I giggle.

Score one for the Elle's New Friends Team. 

I type "yewv" to Brooklyn Newsie, which I hope will express the fact that I am very, very happy right now. 

 Thier are too many AEs and CAPCHAS here! How am I suposed to find my locker!

Honestly Shadow you can just slide on the celing and by pass the whole hall clutter.

Huh. Darn I hate it when she says somthing that I should of thought of.

"imvg"

Holly, are you sure you want to go down?

"IMVG"

Fine.

Shadow I know you like cats, no need to try and hide it.

I do NOT. I put my Book of Cute Things Holly Did futher in my bag though.

Uh huh... 

It's TRUE! I do NOT like cats.

Yay right. 

RING!

That's the first bell, we should go and find our class. 

FINE!  

OOPS SORRY DIDN'T READ YOUR POSTS CORRECTLY ADMINS DISRAGARD THE LAST POST I POSTED ABOUT FEELING LEFT OUT AAAAH PLEASE DO IT THANK YOU!

Spyro~

After stuffing my few belongings in my locker and throwing on my grey leather jacket, I trudge to class, not particularly eager to meet my teacher or more of my freaky classmates.

"Please find your desks," says the teacher, who has long dark hair and strangely pronounced teeth. His desk has plenty of weird knickknacks resting on it, the strangest of which is a human skull shaped out of brass wire. It's actually pretty impressive, but creepy nonetheless.

My desk is in the row second from the back, which is fine by me. It's painted dark grey with not many frills. Glancing to the side, I see a neon pink desk adorned with all manner of girly stickers. The name on it, written in large curly purple script, reads... PINKIE?!

I slam my head on the desk and sigh. This is going to be a loooong day. 

Thank you Admins! 

Frederic~

I run into the classroom, and the teacher, about to use some blood-red chalk to write on the chalk-board, sighs, nods at me, and says, while flashing his REALLY CREEPY POINTED TEETH THAT OBVIOUSLY SAYS HE'S A VAMPIRE: "Welcome. Your seat will have your name on it." He turns and starts to write on the chalk-board. I silently creep towards my desk. It's at the front. Great. Right next to Icy, strangely. Well, at least I'll have someone to hide behind or save when the vampire weirdo strikes. I sit on my desk and look at it. The chair is raised slightly so that I can see over my desk, and it's a dark black. A feather-quill with ink is on one side. Wait, how did the vampire know I love ink quills?! And my name is on it in silver. The F has a top-hat on and the R looks like a cane.... strange. While the teacher starts to say something about his name I innocently take off my top-hat and rustle around in it. Good. My ninja suit and nun-chucks are still in there. I mentally sigh in relief. The teacher is saying something about history and the Cretacious period. BOOOORING! Boy, I wish he would start sucking on people's necks, at least that would be interesting.

I tune out the vampire teacher--his name is Flamel, Nickoles Flamel--and look at the other students. Near the back is a surly-looking AE in a leather jacket.... his desk is a dark grey, resembling his mood. His name is in gothic letters, saying.... Spyro. Huh. Cool name. I mentally tick Spyro off as least-likely-to-die and look at Icy's desk. It is a icy-blue with swirls of snow-like paint. I reach over and touch it. Ice-cold. Cool..... I look closer. OH GOSH IT'S MADE OF ICE. (Hey Icy you can add more in your description since it IS your desk.=>) I look around more and see--wow. I never knew so many frills could be attached to a desk. In curly pink writing it says.... Pinkie. O.o I see that no one has claimed it yet. I look around to see desk--I can't really make out what it looks like-that says.... wait.... Catrinay. Huh. It actually.... wait... I search my memory. That weird AE who wanted my top-hat... Catrina sounds like it'd be her name.

Weird. I turn back to see the vampire-Flamel is looking at me. Oh dear. He glares at me. "Excuse me Frederic, did you hear what I asked you?" I grin sheepishly and say, "Uh.... no?" Flamel glares at me and points to the door. "Inattention is not stood for in this school! To the principal's office!" I look at the door, then back at Flamel. Everyone is staring at me. "Um, I don't know where the office IS," I say. Flamel looks fit to burst. "IF YOU HAD BEEN LISTENING YOU WOULD KNOW WHERE THE PRINICPAL'S OFFICE IS!" I stand up. "ACTUALLY YOU NEVER SAID WHERE IT WAS!" I yell back at him. His eyes pop out in rage. "THE INSOLENCE!" He's starting towards me and he looks like he's gonna spank me. He grabs me up from my seat and grabs a ruler. Then he starts to OW beat me. "OW OW OW!!" I yell, struggling. Now if it's one thing I won't stand, it's people beating me up. I slip free of Flamel's grasp, put on my ninja suit, and take out my nunchucks. "Oh you wanna have it out do ya?" I ask. "It's on," he replies; then he grabs two pointed daggers and runs at me with his incisors gleaming.

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Yes. Flamel is rather a rage case. =) So, while Frederic and Flamel duke it out, what are you, fair AEs and CAPTCHAs doing?