Hilarious Fic. I Was Thinking of Writing.

[Thelonepickle]

...It's not hilarious. That's just a title, stupid. >.>; Anyway, read it if you want. It's a KH/Original Characters/Buncha Cameos/FF crossover.

This fist chapter only has OCs and Cameos, though, so relax for a while.

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"Watch it, Stuffer!"

My battle cry. I she be Kyuuri. I she be a chick. I'm fourteen. It pwns. Yes, pwns. You say that, "owns", I am of the knowing. I like to use bad grammar sometimes, because then I can surprise people with my smart.

itude.

This is my first day of school. My mommy packed my lunch. Baloney. BALONEY! NOT BALOGNA! KISS SORA, OSCAR MEYER!
Actually, I was just being full of it. But, I spewed "it" all over your new shoes, so you don't have to worry about me lying anymore. Yeah. I can hear you saying, "Yeah right!"

Loser.

Back to the story. My name's Kyuuri Yasai. I'm one of... A lot. A LOT. I play percussion. Pwningly. Snare's my best instrument, I guess. But drum set is my true calling. I love it so.

My whole family is musically inclined (The German term for, "none of us is gud at math-ee-matics, so we be playin' dis here in-ster-ment and be callin' it math"), actually. So, since we're all so talented- I'll give you a minute to laugh. Cruelly. Loser- we're going to this new experimental Music Academy. I believe they call it "The Calliope School of Music".

Nice, eh? If I'm not mistaken, Calliope is the Greek muse of music. That means she sits around and says, every time a person actually manages to write a song, "I willed you to do it. I helped."

So, by all means, she should have a school named after her. Funny how that works. I've cleaned the clocks of more kids than you can count on your fingers, toes, eyeballs, and limbs, but she gets a school named after her.
Well, it's back to the story. Again. The kid I just called a Stuffer? That's my sister. We just got off this big ugly bus, and, well... Just watch, loser.

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"Pickle! Kyuuri! KYUURINO!"

"Kat. For the love of Gosh- Cloud, sorry, Megan, I forgot- call me Kyuuri. Call me Pickle. But leave the "Kyuurino" stuff OUT of here, my little Kataract!" I whirled around, clenching my fists and staring up at my little sister.

She's taller than me. Everyone's taller than me. DON'T. ASK. Kat clutched a magazine with different automobiles to her stomach, looking hurt. Or maybe she was suffocating. Hard to tell. I'm not good at reading people.

"Okay, Kyuuri," Kat said. She was drooling over the Gummis in that book again. She'd been doing that for the whole bus ride. Look, Kyuuri! LAND Gummis! For LAND! I shuddered on the inside. Kat's brown hair swayed a little in the wind, identical to mine, however, her hair was longer. Her green eyes were glued to that magazine, and her pale skin was covered in a standard school uniform. A trumpet case was in one of her arms, now, for she never let Trumpadon touch the floor. An amber head popped out from behind her.

"Amme?" I asked, for no apparent reason. I recognize my sister, but I ask a lot of dumb questions. Make the special people feel good about themselves and all. I'm just that giving. She rolled her cobalt eyes, saying, "Actually, it's the milk man."

"If we had been writing, you wouldn't have capitalized that," I said absently, thinking about pickle chips again. Shut up.

"If we'd been writing, you would've corrected it."

"...Is that an insult?"

"Your face is an insult!" Kat chimed in. I stared at her.

"Yesh. Yours is so clearly jealous of my ruby-coloured acne and white blemishes," I said truthfully. Ugly and proud of it, darnit!

"We can't all be masters of that art," Kat said, casting a few stray hairs out of her eyes. "My hair's greasier than yours, though."

"Cause I shower," I snapped. Kat laughed.

"Girly girl!"

"TAKE IT BACK!"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

"Is that permission?!" I said, excitedly.

"YOUR FACE IS PERMISSION!"

I jumped forward, only to be caught by Amme. How did she do that? She was only an inch or so taller than me.

Is that why I'm nice to her? Shut up.

"Breathe in," Amme said, closing her eyes and ignoring my protests. Curse her powers to ignore me at all the right times. There are a lot of right times, now that I think about it. I breathed in. "And out."

I held my breath. Amme dropped me on the floor, purposefully. "I'll getchoo!" was my response.

Suddenly, a silver mane o' mohawk flooded out of the bus. The boy under the flash of gray sniffed the air. "Cat fight? Cat fight?! Oh. It's you guys."

He deflated instantly. "That's right, Silver. You can't fawn over your own sisters. That'd be... Just wrong." I said. "Almost like we all loved one another."

"Some people love their families," Amme observed.

I rolled my eyes. "And some people eat dogs."

"Did you say 'one another'?" Kat asked, astounded. She was kind of... Slow.
Sometimes.

Gerard flew out of the bus, whirling around and dancing on a pole. "I AM IN LOVE AND IT FEELS GREAT!"

Ignore him. He's been in love ten times this week.

Silver bashed a trombone case over Gerard's head. "Chill, cuh." Gerard chilled. If "chilled" means "went unconcious", Gerard was quite cold.

"Don't be sippin' the haterade!" Gerard sobbed. He could be so... Emo! It was evil.
Megan, who had been drooling over a picture of some blonde guy, finally looked up.

"Are there boys at this school?"

"What do we look like?!" Silver said, pointing at himself and Gerard. Gerard had begun twirling in circles again, mocking a ballerina. "Well... What do I look like?"

"Ew! You're not boys! And I can't love you-"

"-Toldja, Amme-" I interrupted.

"-You're my brothers!" Megan said, disturbed. Her eye twitched, and she looked back at the picture of the blonde, settling back into her happy face.
Aozora, the last member of the Yasai family with us-I think- got off of the bus.

"Shiznap! We're late! Will you people just go?!" He pushed us in the direction of the school, and we walked across the cobblestone ground, admiring our surroundings for the first time.

There were red brick walls with green curtains. It was ugly, but it was green, so I loved it. The cobblestones- as mentioned before- were a silvery colour, but very dull. There was grass, a fountain, and a lot of trees. Silver picked up a blade of grass.

"Think we could roll this stuff?" He asked. Oh, you better be joking, boy.

"Silver! You idiot! WE ARE DRUG-FREE, DARNIT! WE. ARE DRUG FREE." I smacked his face and kicked his shins. He hopped around on one foot, muttering an "I was just kidding!"

"Plus, that's grass, you idiot."

"Grass are drug."

"Are you on it right now? Your grammar is horrible," I said, staring at a couple of students with drumsticks in hand. Silver shook his head.

"I left my stash at home, like a good boy."

"You have a stash?"

"Relax, sis, it's skittles! I miss them." He mock-cried. The others started to walk, but I stopped them.

Hold up. This is a school of music. So what're they doing here?

I pointed, and I didn't have to say a word. Three kids were holding violin cases.

"OH MY CLOUD!" Megan cried out.

"Look! Over there!" I pointed to another unfamiliar case. Cello. "And over there!"

They were everywhere. Violas, violins, cellos- WERE THEY NOT ALL THE SAME THING?! THEY ARE SHAPED THE SAME, THEY SOUND THE SAME BUT WITH LOW, MEDIUM, AND HIGH, AND THEY WERE ALL STUPID! IT CONFUSED US BAND CHILDREN!

"Orchadorks," Kat gasped. Everyone gulped, truly mortified. The sticks dropped right out of my hands.

"...That's not all," Silver said, his hamster shuddering inside his hair. "Choir Queers." A long finger pointed at a bunch of sissy-looking kids warming up their "instruments".
Singing is talking. But you do a lot of, "Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHHHH!"

IT'S YOUR VOICE. PEOPLE TALK ALL THE TIME. I DON'T WANNA HEAR YOUR OPINIONS, SO WHY WOULD I WANT TO HEAR YOU SING THEM?!

"Let's just... Get inside. I'm sure they'll be sent back. Maybe they're here as a joke!" Kat tried to cheer us up.

Orchadorks and Queers. This was NOT good. Listen, I don't know how it is at YOUR school, but here's how it is at mine. The band hates the orchestra. The orchestra hates the band. The ONLY thing they agree on- and I mean ONLY- is that they both hate the Choir. We despise choir.

Okay, so my family was kind of house-to-the-half-breeds. Megan sang- our mother forced her to take choir sometimes- and Gerard played guitar. Or tried to. BUT WE'RE GOOD, CONDUCTOR-FEARING PEOPLE! Okay, conductor-ignoring. But really! What did we do to deserve this?!

We all tried to think about it as we walked into the induction hall.

The "Induction Hall". It could be some kind of horror story. Where you go in, but once you take a pamphlet, YOU NEVER COME OUT.

Sitting down on carppy folding chairs, I passed on the pamphlet. A couple of trumpet players took them eagerly. I made a mental note not to get too attatched.

My family took up a lot of the row. You wouldn't have known that we were related.
Amme was the oldest at 15 and something months. Gerard, adopted- you thought HE was biologically related to ME?! Guess again- was a few months younger. Then, Silver came at the later end of fourteen. Kat and I, the twins, also adopted, as Amme was the only "natural child" of our family, were next. Few months behind Silver. Then, Krazy and Aozora, also twins, were here at thirteen.

Gerard has black hair, Silver has silver (NAH, REALLY?!), Amme has auburn, Kat and I have brown, Megan has darker brown, and Aozora has blonde. See the resemblence?

Yeah, me neither.

A guitar case leaned onto a trombone case on Gerard's lap. Amme had only her hands and a pile of her favourite piano music. Silver's trombone adorned his shoes, staying faithfully near him at all times. Kat's silver trumpet was being "cuddled" while the case lay open at her feet, I had mah drumsticks, Megan had a clarinet (in case) clasped in one hand, and Aozora held an un-laqured trumpet. Unlackured trumpets are unlacquered for the sheer reason that "unlackqured" is a fun word to say. Notice that I have spelled it three different ways. When I figure out the correct way to spell it, I will fill you in.

An ugly, fat, toad of a man stood on the rich mahogany stage decorating the otherwise bare hall. He spoke raspily (I'll make that a word later) into an old microphone.

It was about as charming as a cat pulling itself through rings of barbed wire, screaming and dying as it went, claws open and raking through a chalkboard.

Quite pleased to meet you, Principal Tonedeph, I'm sure.

"I am Principal Tonedeph," the fat man said. I knew the name. Oh, yeah. I didn't need a stinking cursed pamphlet to tell ME who I was going to disobey all year. It's what you call overacheiving.

"As your principal, I aim to be your pal this year. I have principles that I hold with high reguard, but I'm no prince."

"Meaning you're not a rock sensation from a scary time period I certainly don't EVER want to go back to?" I said loudly. Giggles from my family, laughter from my...

...

Peers.

The principal was startled. His play on words-I'm going to shoot whoever created that game- had been turned against him.

"I meant that I make mistakes, too, sometimes," he said blankly. He couldn't tell where the noise was coming from. To help him out (I am SO nice), I stood on top of my chair.

Wow. I'm four inches taller. And I STILL can't see past that kid in front of me.

"You mean how writing this speech yerself instead of letting yer secretary do it was a mistake?" I said, cupping my hands around my mouth.

More laughter. It was almost as if I'd told a joke or something.

Silver and Krazy giggled. "Ha, ha. She said, 'do it'," Silver said.

Megan (AKA Krazy) laughed, too.

I ignored them. Though I did smack Silver in the shoulder.

The principal continued. "Welcome to the school. We hope that you can bond with the other instruments and groups-"

"-Heck no! I heard there were BAND kids at this school!" Someone said. My family was on its feet.

"Yeah, that's right!" I said, shaking my fist at the kid.

"This is a MUSIC school! If they're gonna let the likes of YOU in, they're gonna need some real musicians!" Kat yelled angrily.

"You wanna fight? Is that what you want?" Silver said, making his way to the kid.

"Shut up! Choir owns, band nerd," a singer said, throwing her voice. I found her, though. If you're going to hide from the people you're insulting, don't stand up, put your hands on your hips, and smirk.

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Queer!" Amme said.
"Students, please!" Princi-PAL Tonedeph said, slamming the microphone onto his podium.

"Ferget it, loser!" I said, getting caught up in the moment. Sue me. "It's ON, now!"

That's when all politically correct heck broke loose.

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Several black eyes, nose bleeds, and fish hooks later, the principal had us calmed down.

"That's enough! Report to your classrooms! Band, in that direction! Orchestra, you take the north! Quee-CHOIR! Take the south!"

My siblings started walking East, in the direction whats-his-face had talked about. Jeez. Ordering us around.

What were we, his students?!

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I dun like that first chapter. It's too... All over the place, but whatever. It'll do.

[GuardianOfHearts]

xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

That. Was. Hilarious. WRITE MORE!


I can see the resemblance. It's right there. *points to everyone's shins to show bruises* See? The ones with the scars are Yasai. =D

[Thelonepickle]

^-^ I'm so proud of that. So... I guess I'll udpart now. ._. Seein' as how... I wanna. ^-^

But, I won't! Not until I get more posts! D:<

GoH gets a cookie.

(>^-^)> @<(^-^<)

From me to j00. XD

[Cloud_Unchained]

If the chapter was anymore confusing, it'd be a fire hazard.

^-^

[Thelonepickle]

Yeah, I think so, too. XD

Post, children. o.o

[Katattack]

Oh my dotting oh. That was so hilarious!

Trumpadon! *Huggles*

[Krazy]

OH, MY DEAR GOSH! Aozora said shiznap. :D And ... we're twins. D: Odd. That was so pwningful, Pickle. You just HAVE to continue. Before I get sucked into KH2 and never leave my room again.

PWNAGE!

...SHIZNAP!

[Thelonepickle]

Even though it's only Muffin Generals that seem to be posting here, I've decided to fergive j00 and udpart. Mostly, I'm udparting in the name of a friend.

A FRIEND WE CALL: GoHzerz. ^-^ *dramatic music plays* o.o *smacks Gerard*

Gerard: FINE! I'll turn it off! ;-; *tries to figure out how to turn iPod off*

Meh: >_< *smashes it against the wall*

Gerard: MY EYE-EYE... MY PODDY-

Meh: O.o?!

Gerard: ...This didn't happen.

Yasai Family: Oh, yes it did. *pull out tape recorders* ^-^

Meh: CURSE YOU, FOOS! THAT TECHNOLOGY IS OBSOLETE! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!

...I didn't spell that right. OKAY. UDPART TIME! ^-^

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Well. Now that we were in the band-quarters-hall-thing, we were being divided into four groups.

What the heck? This isn't Hogwarts school of British Accents and Hair That's Much Too Long For Adolescents of That Age and Gender. And if it is...

I wanna be transferred.

"Listen up, students," said our new band "instructor" Mr. Orchestrateacherposingasabandteacher,butyou'renotsupposedtoknowthatorrememberthatnamesdon'tusuallyhavepunctuation...Oh,andhe'stotallyunqualifiedifyoudidn'tcatchthat...erson.

We like to call him "Mr. C" for reasons that are almost as long as his name.

Mr. C put his hands on his hips.

"Eww..." Megan cowered behind me. And it kinda stankified, 'cause even when she was cowering she was taller than me. Whatever.

The point is, Mr. C was actin' like a femme. He actually clapped his hands. "Students, please. You're going to be divided into four different groups. The groups are Witherin', Savin'flaw, Liftin'door, and Pufflehuff."

You have GOTTA be kidding me.

Mr. C laughed and dropped his hand from a 90-degree angle pointing in the air to a fourty-five degree angle.

In short: He did the girly-guy thing with his hand.

"Silly," he actually CHUCKLED. "I was joking!"

Everyone in the band looked weirded out. Even Sora stopped doing... Something to a little sock puppet he was wearing on his arm. And HE was a male flute!

"The groups are actually called," the bald tall man said, "Percussion, Woodwind, Brass, and Utitlity Closet."

"Um, sir," Future Suck-Up of Tomorrow said, "the utility closet is for utilities. It's not a musical section of the band."

Mr. C looked confused. "But I'm so clearly a talented mop player."

"I don't think that's relevant to the band at all, sir."

Devastated, Mr. C turned away. After crying a little, he turned back to the others. "Well, that's fine. Now, boys and girls are divided, so the boys are over there with appropriate band section rooms, and the girls are over there with-"

"Yeah, we got it, C." I rolled my eyes. This guy had man-cried. That was the ultimate low. I didn't respect him, and I knew something was up.

The Yasai family exchanged goodbyes while the band director sniffed sadly. The goodbyes consisted of:

"BUT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!" Gerard the drama queen was complaining.

"BUT I CAN'T LIVE WITH HIM!" Silver said, and we all sympathized.

And a "Ha! We're all together!" from Amme. But, wait.

"Hey! I'm the only chick percussionist!" I said, disbelieving. Mr. C told me that the whole room would be mine.

"How many does it hold?" I asked, expecting him to say one.

"Fifteen, I think. I had to keep my eyes closed when I was in there, because even though they were just building it, it was still a girl's room." He seemed to be proud of this. I think he made a mental note to call and tell his mommy.

I stared blankly at him. "That's very... That's very... Oh, look, cheese."

I turned to my siblings. "I'm all alone!"

Megan shuddered. "Scary! Big, dark room! All alone! No blondes!"

We all stepped away from her. Amme looked around expertly. "The pamphlets said that-"

"AMME, NO! YOU TOOK A PAMPHLET?!" I was shocked and hurt. "THOSE THINGS KILL, AMME! Those things kill." She looked at me as if I was the crazy one.

Was? Were. ...Wazzere.

"...Okay... Well... Before I die, I'd like to tell you that the girls' rooms are all interconnected, and that if we go, like, RIGHT NOW, we'll be able to get bunks close to your room. Which means we can sneak into the room and be the Yasai Gals."

I stared at Amme, a little scared. "The Yasai Gals?"

"...We'll... eat pickle chips?"

I pushed my sisters through their door, shouting, "GO, YOU FOOLS, GO!"

The rooms were absolutely bare. White walls with white curtains, white floors made out of some kind of spongey carpet-subsitute, and easily fifty sets of bunk-beds adorned the room. The ivory room hadn't been decorated because, Mr. C explained, "It was a girl's room. I'm a man, and the decorators we hired were men, too."

"BUT THERE WEREN'T GIRLS IN THE ROOM WHEN YOU WERE DECORATING!" Megan protested.

Mr. C looked as if she'd just told him that the cure for cancer lurked deep inside his left ear-drum. "...Well, I don't see why you expect that I would know that! I had my eyes closed for goodness sakes!"

Megan gave up. Mr. C. had left cans of paint in twenty colours in each room. The rabid girls snatched their favourite colours and began painting the rooms different horrid colours.

Pink was the first to go. Nobody missed the soldier, however. I threw the pink paint out of MY room. It landed on some chick's head. I'm sure she would've TRIED to think of something to yell at me, but she hasn't exactly woken up yet.

Anyway, after blackmailing Mr. C with a can of "Hair-Be-Growin'" we found in his office, I bought my sisters' freedom and let them come live in my little hut.

I had coated the walls with tin.

...I'm kidding! Jeez. In truth, I had reassembled the spare bunks- leaving about ten in my room- into different furniture, and my carpet was now the futons and matresses left behind. My trusty drumset was unpacked and in a proper shrine in my favourite corner.

The black drumset had two mounted toms, one attatched to the ride, and one floor tom. The snare was also black, and a plastic ring sat on top. The bass drum had only one bass pedal, because not all of us can be rich. As I said before, I had a ride cymbal. I also had a nice hi-hat and an okay crash. They weren't Zildjian, but they weren't bad. Basic Pearl Export series. At least something I could practice on, eh?

That made no sense unless you were a percussionist.

Anyway, I left the walls bare. This way, each of my siblings could paint a wall. The catch? One had to be green.

So, my wall was green, the one Kat and Megan shared was red (they like that colour), and Amme's was teal. We painted the other one black to see what would happen. After that, we painted a massive dragon on Amme's wall, the logos for every videogame we could think of on Megan's half, Pocky (Kat's dream ship), and, on mine, a giant bag of pickle chips.

I still bow to it, to this day.

We stayed up most of the night, eating stuff, yelling at each other, telling the other girls they were fat, and making fun of Mr. C.

In the morning, we awoke. I was on a bottom bunk- don't like to be on the top. Longer fall when you're sho-...

When you're shor...

When you're not exactly ten feet tall.

Kat was on the top bunk of mine, and Amme was on the top bunk of another. Megan had to have a top bunk, too, so she was on the one next to Amme's. We woke up, went into the huge bathroom and changed into day clothes (school uniform. No skirts! YES!). The bathroom was awesome. So clean. Very gud. The only thing was, girls were scrawling, "OMG HE IS SO HAWT" all over the stawls, and they spread their stink-juice all over the place.

"Gah. Perfume. That's just wrong."

Everyone else nodded.

When we were done there, Mr. C had us all come out and have breakfast. It was only girls, the guys were still sleeping.

"Okay, well, I guess we should all converse. Let's see... Try to gather a lot of different instruments in one place."

"Mr. C... We call that a band." I rolled my eyes at my teacher.

He said, "Oh, yes! Well, why don't you all just talk to each other?"

We ignored him and began talking to each other. Rikku was sitting next to Amme and Kat, who were across from me and Megan. Unfortunately, I was sitting next to Yuna and Asuka.

Rikku was a bouncy and pleasant girl with tresses the colour of sunshine. Emerald eyes- due to her heritage. Al Bhed. Same with me and Kat, but we were just some miniscule amout or something. Rikku had slightly-tanned skin, and her favourite colour was yellow. She wasn't snobby, and she liked to keep her hair back. She was wearing a blue-purple head-band-thingy-but-it's-vertical-and-all.

Ahem. I'm not really good at identifying the hair-back-thing-of-scrunchy-or-whatever-the-heck.

Anyway, we were all having cheeseburgers. For breakfast. Mr. C thought it would be "exciting", "exhilerating", and "elusive".

"That's not how you use that word," Amme complained. I kicked her underneath the table. The less this idiot said, the better.

"Rikku," I said. "What's the matter?"

She looked at me. At first, she frowned, but then she saw who it was. She began to smile, and then she said, "I think I'm in-"

Suddenly, the boys piled through the doors, stinking masses of testosterone-coated imbeciles. They smelled like socks.

Gerard squeezed in between me and Yuna, so that he was across from Rikku. Silver sat on the other side of Kat, and Aozora sat by Megan.

"Howdy, Veggie!" Gerard said annoyingly. Rikku blushed, but Gerard didn't see. He drooled a bit when he saw her.

I punched him in the jaw, pushing him off of the bench. "That was fer callin' me Veggie."

"But you love vegetables!" Gerard protested. My fist connected with his jaw again.

"Kyuuri!" Rikku whined slightly. Gerard rubbed his cheek, turning crimson from the neck up.

"Look, Kyuuri. I'm turning red. I'm telling Mama." Gerard stroked his cheek, averting his gaze from Rikku. She looked surprised. I stared down into my oatmeal, scarfing it down. After I finished (AKA: "Ten seconds later"), I spoke.

"Actually, you're turning red because you have a crush on Rikku," I said, rather bluntly. Gerard spit his orange juice all over Asuka, Yuna's best friend, and he hit the table with his fist.

"I am not!"

"Am not what?" I asked innocently.

"In love with Rikku!"

"I didn't say that," I observed, pointing with my spoon. Amme and Silver snickered. Suddenly, Yuna the Flute Player wrapped her arms around Gerard's sleeve. Kat told me later that I actually growled in a low voice. I told her to stuff one.

"Oh, you're Jerry, right?" The girl had only put one contact in, revealing that her Al Bhed green eye was a fake, that she actually had boring sky-blue eyes.

"Gerard," Stooge of the Year corrected.

Then, something horrible happened. Yuna and Asuka turned to each other, the two-face- ...Two EYED girl still clinging to the raven haired boy.

"OH EM GEE!" They squealed in a high pitched squeal. My ear drum popped like popcorn. "GEE-KUN!"

The glass in every room shattered. Sora, who was staring into a compact, was sliced in the eye as a deadly shard of mirror-glass flew into his dark blue orbs. His eye-liner ran down his face as he sobbed. His blood was florescent pink (but spelled right), as a result of some "experimentation".

"Now I'll never be a woman!" He cried out, flying towards the girl's room, his high-heeled cobalt shoes making clip-clop noises.

Megan looked scared. I tried to console her. "I know you're not a band vet, yet, but there's something you should know."

At this point, Silver grabbed her shoulders gently. She stared into his eyes, worried, and he said carefully, "There's something odd about male flutes. You can't trust them. Nature makes a mistake every once in a while. We call it a male flute."

Megan nodded, and Silver turned back to his oatmeal.

Then, it was roll call time. Role call. Roll call.... Rollecall. Ro-

Mr. C lined us up in alphabetic order. Last name. "Alright, get to the back, guys. It's gonna be a while," I sighed.

Mr. C finally got to the Ys.

"Yasai, Amme. Yasai, Aozora. Yasai, Gerard. Yasai, Katherinodinoelmingo. Yasai, Kyuuri. Yasai, Megan. Yasai, Ster-"

"-SILVER. HERE, SIR." Silver said stiffly, looking around.

"Who is Hoom-... Hmmah..."

"Sha-ZAM!" Hoomhaha said, making himself visible. The little hamster peeked out of the boy's mohawk. Mr. C stuttered, but he checked the "present" box for Hoomhaha Yasai.

Mr. C put his clipboard down for a second. "Umm... How many Yasais are there?"

I tried to think. I wasn't oldest, but I acted like it, usually. Except when I got kind of... Not quite... in control... Then Amme intervened. Usually, though, I was the responsible one.

Scary, no?

Yes. Anyway, I tried to count. "I dunno... They won't quit movin' around..."

Mr. C looked at us as if we were insane. "Who are you people?" he asked, amazed.

Kat spoke up, suddenly. "We're the Van Trapp family singers! Ah one and ah two and ah one, two, three, four-"

"-No," I said, sticking a hand in front of Gerard, Kat, and Megan, who had all begun to snap while the others cleared their throats to break out into song.

The class roared with laughter. Gerard threw a temper tantrum. "You fiend! You absolute monster! We just wanted to sing! You can't take the music!" The hyper boy charged through a trash can. Falling into a mix of oatmeal and cheeseburgers, he flipped upside down, sobbing.

I sighed in annoyance. We made it through the morning. Would we make it through the rest of the day? I stared at Gerard, who began sobbing and shoveling handfuls of the stuff into his mouth.

Survey says: Probably not.

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^-^ I udparted.

[Katattack]

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I didn't want it to end!

I laughed! I cried! I emptied my spit valve!

Could you updart again?! Would some Ice cream persuade you?!

[Cloud_Unchained]

YOU NEED TO UPDATE AGAIN DAMNIT!

Please?


Don't forget about AH

[Thelonepickle]

You're an evil woman!

XD

Yes.

EDIT: Gerard, I was calling KAT an evil woman, not you. >.<;

[Katattack]

Did you just call Gerd an evil woman?!

[Thelonepickle]

Originally Posted by Thelonepickle

You're an evil woman!

XD

Yes.

EDIT: Gerard, I was calling KAT an evil woman, not you. >.<;

J00 SEE?! >.<; XD Sorry, but yeah. It was just... Yeah. I'll udpart soon.

[Katattack]

The point is, j00, nay! j00s guys need to update.

All of ye.

[Katattack]

Dude, I totally sport the shin scars. I mean, literally. On my right leg. I have two permanent... dark... splotches. Not bruises, on account o' they don't hurt when you poke 'em hard.

I don't really know what to do about them...