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note... all of this is incomplete, and most is just skeleton writing... if you have a problem with that, bug off... 'less you're Renee, cuz she's my official slave driver (she doesn't know this yet, but it's true)

The Weirdos
M’lysa sighed, and flopped herself onto a couch. Once again, she was home alone with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. “This isn’t fair!” She cried, hurling a pillow against the beige wall, adding yet another scratch from the hard metal zipper. “Parents these days have two track minds! Track one being work, and track two being social parties and events.” M’lysa traced the scratches on the wall with her index finger for a moment before adding, “Actually, they have three track minds if you count work parties…” The girl grinned despite her boredom, and returned to tracing the scratches. A few minutes, and many new scratches later, M’lysa grew tired of the wall, and stood up, ready to search for another occupation. Glancing into the mirror, M’lysa sighed. People always complimented her on her good looks, but lately she’d grown tired of all the compliments. “If I’m so pretty, then why am I never invited to any parties? I’m not even invited to my parents parties!” M’lysa sighed. It wasn’t that she actually liked parties, in fact, she hated them. The point was, she wasn’t invited to any, which basically meant that no one knew she existed. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Especially not in grade 8 where everyone was desperately clinging to their old groups of friends. M’lysa wasn’t even classified! She wasn’t popular, unpopular, a nerd, or a tomboy… She was just M’lysa. Having thought about her life enough, M’lysa grew bored. “Hmm…” She muttered. “Lighting fires is always fun! I wonder if alcohol is as flammable as people say it is…” M’lysa giggled, thinking of her mother’s reaction if she knew what M’lysa was thinking at the moment. Looking absentmindedly at her watch, M’lysa realized that it was well past midnight, and she still hadn’t done her homework. “Oh well.” She muttered sleepily, “I’ll just do it at lunch, like I normally do…” Wandering upstairs, M’lysa wondered when the last time her parents had properly said goodnight to her was. “Life just isn’t the same anymore.” She whispered to herself as she fell asleep. The next day in science class, M’lysa decided to sit in a different seat for once. As she sat down, she looked at the girl next to her. The girl looked vaguely familiar from other classes. but M’lysa had never said anything to the girl. “Hi!” she said to the girl, as usual acting like her crazy and hyper self. “…Hi…” said the girl slowly, obviously startled by the ball of energy sitting beside her. “My name’s M’lysa!” exclaimed M’lysa brightly. “Noo…. Really?” asked the girl, “Now how did I know that? Could it have something to do with the fact that it’s written at least 1000 times on that notebook of yours?” M’lysa blushed. “I got carried away! English class is so boring!” The girl smiled. “Hmm… I guess we have some classes in common. By the way, my name is Feonix.” During the next few minutes, the two girls became fast friends. When the teacher told the class that she wanted each student to introduce themselves to the class, M’lysa smirked. She’d done enough of this in her life to know how she was going to introduce herself. Standing up, she said “y-May ame-Nay is-Hay lysa-May. if-Hay ou-Yay ug-Bay e-May, I’ll-Hay unch-Pay ou-Yay.” Smiling over at Feonix, M’lysa sat down. Understanding M’lysa’s tactic of annoying her teacher, making the class know and respect her, and proving her individuality, Feonix took her lead. “Hi!” She smiled sweetly, “My name is M’lysa!” Seeing M’lysa smiling at her, and noticing the teacher’s glare, she hastily added. “And whatever it is, I didn’t do it!” Obviously used to having normal and behaving students in her class, the teacher just stared at the innocent looking green-eyed brunette, and the smirking red-head sitting in front of her. The teacher panicked. There must be some mistake. This was the gifted class, and these two girls were anything but gifted. Seeing the dumb look on her teacher’s face, M’lysa laughed. If the teacher was expecting another perfect zombie, she better be ready for a big shock. The next day in English class, the two friends sat together, carefully choosing a seat not to close to the front, but not in the back either. Feonix noticed a cute boy sitting a few seats away. Nudging M’lysa, she whispered “Who’s that cute boy?” “Who Tyler?” asked M’lysa, knowing full well who her friend was talking about. “He’s a kid from my old school.” “Hmm….” said Feonix, no longer paying any attention to M’lysa. Do you happen to have his phone number?” “Well DUH!” Exclaimed M’lysa. “I have everyone’s phone number!” “Well can I have it?” Sighing, M’lysa wrote down the boy’s number, and handed it to her eager friend. About a week later, a girl approached Feonix and M’lysa who were squabbling over the last French-fry. “Hi.” She said, eyeing the two girls. “My name is Gaia.” Looking at the girl, she didn’t seem threatening, but just in case, M’lysa bolted down the French-fry. “That solves that!” She said smugly, ignoring Feonix’s glare. “Is this a bad time?” asked the puzzled blonde. “I can come back…” M’lysa smothered a laugh. “Depends what you mean by a bad time… Most normal people think all the time is a bad time to talk to us.” Seeing the blonde’s face frown in confusion, she added, “What can I say? They’re normal!” Gaia laughed and sat down. Another weird person in their group, the girls felt much more confident in science class the next day. When the teacher made the mistake of letting the class form their own groups of four, the three girls instantly stepped together. “Uh…” Gaia looked around. “Didn’t the teacher say four?” Feonix shrugged. “Does it matter?” she asked. As if in response to her question, the teacher stood up and said “Remember class, I want groups of four! Not three or five.” Looking around, M’lysa sighed. The other kids in the class looked so normal! They were supposed to work with one of them? While M’lysa looked anxiously around the classroom, Feonix was busy looking around too! “Krystal!” She called to another blonde who was sitting part way across the room. “Do you have a group yet?” “No…” said Krystal, wondering why anyone would ask her anything. “Do you want to join us?” Asked Feonix. “Sure!” Replied Krystal happily. This was great! Maybe she’d even make some friends… M’lysa smiled. This was going better than she’d thought. Maybe there was hope… When the groups were assembled, the teacher looked around. Her eyes stopping on M’lysa’s group, she shuddered. She could have sworn that two days ago there had only been two abnormal kids. Now there were four. The teacher decided that if this continued, she’d probably take up a less strenuous occupation. Take skydiving for instance. M’lysa’s smile became a half grin, half smirk. Teachers these days weren’t as good quality as they used to be. Before, most teachers lasted a month before running out of the classroom screaming. This one though, looked ready to run now, and she’d only been teaching this class for a little over a week. M’lysa whispered something in Feonix’s ear, and they both grinned. They ought to be expecting a few substitutes this year… One day, while the four girls were wreaking their usual havoc on their math teacher, the principal walked in. May I speak to M’lysa Madley, and Feonix Shouju please?” M’lysa looked at her friends. “Maybe we’ll even have some substitute principals.” she giggled. “Should we make a break for it?” Asked Feonix. “No, but all three of you be ready.” M’lysa and Feonix walked casually to the door. “Can we help you?” asked Feonix, with just the right amount of boredom in her voice. The principal frowned. “It has come to my attention,” she said, “that you and your friends have been disturbing some of your teachers and their classes. Is this true?” She asked, her frown deepening. M’lysa muttered an answer, then snapped her fingers behind her back. At this, the four girls raced out the door. “I’m not done with you!” Cried the principal. “Come back here!” ~*~Author’s note: At this point, I must remind you that this story is entirely fictional, and that in real life, principal’s never run, especially not in the halls. ~*~ The principal, realizing that the four girls weren’t going to listen to her, did the unthinkable. The principal chased after the students!!! She dashed down the hall, up the stairs, down a hall, left, left again, down some more stairs, and into the auditorium. Stopping inside the auditorium to catch her breath, the principal looked around. The girls were no where to be seen. All of a sudden, Gaia sneezed. “Shh…” whispered Krystal. “This is fun to watch, don’t let her find us now!” M’lysa just smiled, and shut off her video-recorder. “Here’s one for the blackmail files.” she whispered, giving her friends high-fives. The next day, the girls were called down to the principal’s office. There, they were greeted by a very sore and angry principal. “Do you children realize how much blisters hurt?” Asked the principal. “She says ‘children’ like it’s a bad word!” Muttered Gaia. “Silence!” Ordered the principal. “For your actions, you will pay for me to have special treatment to have my blisters removed.” At this, the girls rolled their eyes. “You will also,” continued the principal, “Wash every window in the school tomorrow.” At this, Feonix, Krystal, and Gaia groaned. M’lysa just grinned. Walking back to class, the girls clustered around M’lysa. “Didn’t you hear her?” They asked. “She said every window!” M’lysa groaned. “Don’t you have any imagination?” she asked, before outlining her plan. The next day, if you had happened to look out one of the school windows, you would probably have seen four girls on skateboards, holding large water guns. To make a long story short, by the end of the day, the school had very clean windows…not to mention teachers. Maybe now when the students complain that they’re cold, the teacher will be a little more quick to close the windows… if not, Gaia still has her water gun in her locker… A few weeks later, while the girls were discussing spontaneous combustion, M’lysa decided that she wanted to scare someone. For a 5 foot 7inch tall girl wearing a black v-neck t-shirt that says ‘Death To Normalness’ in silver letters, baggy blue jeans, and a blue ‘Death To Light’ visor, this wasn’t a very hard thing to do. Walking up to the nearest boy, she pushed her hair away from her eyes, and forced her lips to stay in a semi-frown. “Hi.” she said, batting her long eyelashes. “Bow down to me, the Queen of Darkness, or suffer the consequences.” At this, her friends mockingly held up plastic knives, and grinned demonically. Watching the boy’s fleeing figure, chased by Gaia’s haunting laugh, M’lysa sighed, and cart-wheeled back to her friends. Dusting off her hands, she muttered “I wish they wouldn’t run so soon.” Krystal and Feonix laughed, while Gaia looked confusedly around at her friends. One day, while the girls were walking to their lockers, Krystal decided that they needed some sort of goal for the school year. When she mentioned this to her friends, they began spurting out ideas. “Straight A’s!” “Better cafeteria food!” “Accidentally trip all the teachers!” After several such ideas, Feonix blurted “School domination!”. Instead of the laughter she expected, there was complete silence. M’lysa looked at Feonix with a strange look on her face. After a moment, a sly grin spread slowly across her the girl’s face. “Sure.” she said casually, and headed off to her next class. While they sat and discussed plans for school domination, M’lysa got up and began a series of stretches and acrobatic stunts. Eventually, her friends stopped talking just to watch her. Unaware of the eyes upon her, M’lysa fell into a routine of flips and jumps. After one particularly good jump, M’lysa paused. Hearing clapping, she looked up. A group of students had assembled, and was watching her. Feonix laughed. “Domination by cartwheels wasn’t what I had in mind.” She said. “But it’ll do.” The four girls laughed, while the on lookers blinked confusedly. M’lysa attempted some more cartwheels, but collapsed laughing. After school, the girls began seriously discussing how to take over the school. “It’s not like we can just waltz in and say ‘Hey, we’re taking over the school.’” grumbled Gaia, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. “We’d be laughed out of the school!” M’lysa smirked. “Of course not. It’ll take hard work, and planning.” “Not to mention love and peace!” said Feonix, quoting one of their favorite anime characters. The next day, the girls came prepared for step one of Plan D. (Plan D being of course, school domination.) Gaia and Feonix lured their English teacher off, while M’lysa and Krystal snuck into her room. “Hmm…” muttered M’lysa, reading the teacher’s computer files. “We have a substitute tomorrow, and the day plan is all set out here.” Krystal grinned, and dashed to where M’lysa was standing. The girls spent the next twenty minutes ‘editing’ the day plan. Krystal printed it out, and replaced the old schedule with the modified one. At that moment, the teacher walked it. “What are you girls doing in here?” she asked. M’lysa grinned sweetly, and replied. “Oh, I forgot part of my essay on R-rated movies here. I just came back to pick it up.” M’lysa waved some pieces of blank paper in the air. “All right then.” mumbled the teacher, all ready immersed in her book. Peeking at the title, Krystal grinned. It was ‘A History of the Periodic Table of The Elements’. The next day, in English class, something seemed different. M’lysa and Krystal actually seemed to be looking forwards to the class. “Umm…” said Gaia “What exactly did you guys do yesterday?” The two exchanged glances. “You’ll see.” they chorused. The substitute looked up from her papers with a strange look on her face. “Hello class.” she said. “Today you will be writing an essay on…” the teacher’s voice trailed off. “On?” prompted M’lysa, trying desperately not to laugh. “…an essay on why Ridley from Dungeons and Dragons is so much better than Robert Gould Shaw.” Knowing that they weren’t supposed to be writing anything today, the rest of the class looked confusedly around. Realizing what the rest of the teacher’s sentence had been, they began filling the air with cries of “What?” and “Who are they?” No one noticed the four girls sitting quietly in the corner of the classroom, laughing. An hour and twenty minutes later, the girls skipped happily out of class. “That worked well.” grinned Feonix. “The sub told us to put our essays on posterboards, along with pictures. Learning has never been so fun!” Gaia grinned. “You just want an excuse to search for more pictures of Robert and Ridley!” Feonix blushed, but said nothing. “Enough with the obsessing over random movie characters!” Growled M’lysa, who was growing frustrated with their constant obsessing. “What we need to discuss is how to continue our taking over of the wor- er…school…” They all turned and stared at M’lysa. Surprisingly, instead of pitching in some of her usual crazy ideas, Feonix stared blankly, then stalked off down another hallway. The others blinked, exchanged glances, and fell silent for a moment before continuing their discussion. M’lysa stopped suddenly, and looked around. “Are we missing someone?” Gaia shrugged. “I dunno.” she mumbled. “So… about taking over the school…?” M’lysa’s eyes flashed. “We’ll talk about that when I’m ready!” she snapped. “I have a plan, but I’m not ready to tell you!” Gaia and Krystal jumped back, not used to seeing M’lysa in this state. “Tell us when you’re ready then.” Grumbled Krystal. “Fine!” snapped M’lysa, and stalked off. The next day, Feonix was absent. M’lysa spent most of the morning staring blankly at the wall, oblivious to the world around her. Gaia and Krystal tried their best to bring her back to the real world, but she ignored them. After recess, M’lysa wasn’t in class. While Gaia and Krystal discussed what to do, M’lysa was busy elsewhere… “Stupid CD!” she cursed, pressing play again. “Why isn’t this working?” M’lysa kicked the CD player lightly, and suddenly, the music began. Sitting in math class, Gaia and Krystal looked at each other, startled. The morning announcements had begun, and a familiar song was playing. About 30 seconds into the song, a cheerful voice came over the PA. “Hi!” said the voice. “This is M’lysa with your morning announcements!” Krystal looked shocked, and Gaia looked as if she was trying not to laugh. “Your normal announcer was… unavailable today.” continued M’lysa. “So I’ll be taking over for a while. The song you just heard was requested by Gaia a few weeks ago, but we couldn’t get the CD to work until now. Sorry that we didn’t play it earlier.” Here M’lysa seemed to pause, as if she were choking on something…her apology perhaps? Continuing with the announcements, M’lysa said “Mr. Heckleheimer would like to remind everyone that there is a French club meeting in room 507 after school. The student council would like to remind everyone that there will be an Animé movie marathon in the auditorium after school. Also, the cafeteria would like to mention that they are only selling French-fries for the next month. That is, French-fries, and nothing else.” M’lysa grinned, and shut off the microphone. “Wow!” breathed Krystal. “How’d she manage that?” “What?” asked Gaia. “Doing the announcements, running the movie marathon, and the French-fry thing?” “No!” snapped Krystal sarcastically. “Finding out that Mr. Heckleheimer was having a French meeting after school!” “Oh.” said the bewildered Gaia, shaking her head. When M’lysa walked into the classroom, everyone was silent. M’lysa stood at the front of the class in her black jeans and t-shirt, and stared. She wasn’t staring at anyone, yet she was staring at everyone. It felt like someone had left the window open during a blizzard. “Yes?” she asked coldly. “Can I help you guys? Or do you usually act possessed?” She laughed softly, and Krystal and Gaia laughed with her. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to do my homework.” M’lysa handed her black late-slip to the teacher, and stalked to her seat at the back of the room. To the surprise of Gaia and Krystal, M’lysa was still in a bad mood. “I wasn’t planning on adding kidnapping to the list of things I accomplished this year. At least not until June. Unfortunately, the circumstances required it.” Gaia gasped. “You kidnapped Mr. Heckleheimer?” she asked, receiving a sharp kick in the shins from Krystal. “No! She kidnapped the girl that does the announcements! Right?” Krystal looked nervously at M’lysa, who sighed. “I wouldn’t call it kidnapping exactly. Just a slight detainment. I just gave her an empty envelope, and told her that the principal wanted it delivered to someone downtown.” “And how is this kidnapping?” Asked Krystal. M’lysa grinned. “I had my cousin Marla detain her for a bit.” “How?” asked the ever-so interested Gaia. “Er…” said M’lysa. “She took her on a…” at this, M’lysa shuddered, “shopping spree.”

***My note: It doesn't end here... I'm just too lazy to type up the rest XD***

Time-Travel Story (still to be named)

Ryan sat in front of the TV, staring blankly at the screen. Colorful images passed across it, but his mind was elsewhere. Passing over the day’s events in his mind, the girl’s face kept coming up in her mind. The face wasn’t special, in fact, it was quite plain. There was just something haunting about her eyes. As if she had been trying to tell him something. Ryan shook his head to clear the image. That was ridiculous. The girl was just a new girl in school, and she was frightened, and didn’t know anyone, there was nothing special about her. Returning to his TV, Ryan blinked. On the screen was the girl, completely out of place, but there none the less. Standing up, he turned off the TV, and turned it back on. She was still there. With hesitating fingers, he changed the channel. With a sinking feeling, he looked at the screen, and saw the girl, still in the same outfit, and still with the strange look in her eyes. Shuddering, he turned off the TV, and walked into the kitchen, allowing only one fleeting glance behind himself, before shutting the door on the dark TV room. Reaching into the refrigerator, he happened to notice a note on the message board beside him. It was a short note, written in his mother’s plain, open writing. The note read: “Gone to pick up your sister, back at 6.” Ryan blinked, and looked at his watch. He had been waiting for the arrival of his sister all day, but suddenly he felt cold. At exactly six o’clock, the front door opened, and in stepped the girl from school. “Hello.” She said in a soft voice, as perhaps the first words she had ever said to him. “I’m Leila, your sister.” Ryan paused. He had known that his parents were adopting a girl, and that she was to be his sister, but he had always imagined someone younger, perhaps around the age of six. Looking closely at his sister for the first time, he noticed that her clothes were quite old fashioned, perhaps something from the middle ages. He also noticed that most of her long brown hair had been pulled into pigtails that fell down to her knees, and that only a few stray locks framed her blue eyes. Her eyes still contained that sad look, but it was greatly diminished, and was replaced by a look of accomplishment.

***My note: I know there's almost nothing there... I've had a busy week... but no one has read it yet, so you lucky first people can feel honoured!*** Credits: Anime's Spirit