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School for the Unusual
Are you excited about attending my school? Too bad if you aren't, because you really should. I have trained assassins waiting for my command and I'm a druid.
Everything here will be in the effort of training you to use your powers. Every day we will have a different class. Please tell me in advance what creature you are/what powers you have!
RULES
Sirens mean fires.
Loud, persistent beeping means the dark forces beneath the school are escaping.
Mournful flutes coming from the attic are harmless. I assure you. Really.
Thursday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error.
No electronics. However, I may make exceptions because I'm hearing reports that books have stopped working.
Enter the library at your own risk. The librarians are hungry.
Do not try to escape a librarian by climbing a tree. (There are no trees in a library.)
EVERYTHING HERE IS FINE. HAVE FUN!
submitted by Headmistress Llyr
(December 23, 2014 - 10:02 am)
(December 23, 2014 - 10:02 am)
May I please please please with ice cream and whipped cream and a buffet with your favorite foods and a college degree and 50 kinds of chicken delivered directly to you join a little, tiny, microscopic, miniature, bit late! I beg you! I am an invisible person who goes crazy every other hour.
(December 30, 2014 - 11:10 am)
The first day at the academy was rather eventful.
Savvy: Uurgh, I think I'm ill.
Savvy sat in her room, fifteen bagels stuck in her mouth to prevent coughing. Jocelyn watched curiously from her tank as she combed her hair.
Joss: Are you okay?
Savvy: JHHGMNMHYYG
Lyra ran in, playing a harp.
Lyra: Savvy meant to say "NO HELP HELP RUN"
Joss: Oh, okay.
Quicksilver came in looking grouchy.
Quick: Headmistress stole my telekinesis because that's, "her thing".
Weltrin: Sorry to hear that. (giggles)
Quick: Be quiet.
Maple Syurp flew in and destoyed a painting of Fred the Third.
MS: PINEAPPLES!
Curio: Wyverns! So unruly.
Young: Agreed. I'm going to turn into a tree now.
Winter: Are you sure that's a good idea-
Young: I'll be fine.
Squeak: Eh, what's going on in there.
Danie: The usual.
Squeak: OH NO RUN
Ellie: UGH! Who spilled paint on me!
Ellie suddenly went crazy and pulled all of the bagels out of Savy's mouth. Savvy coughed, startled Maple, and Maple set the room on fire. Unfortunately, Young Writer was a tree, so she perished.
Everyone mourned the fiery demise of YW, even the evil butler. They were close.
(December 31, 2014 - 10:57 am)
Ha ha! Love it, girl!
Gordon says nvmr. Nevermind R? Who's R?
(December 31, 2014 - 11:55 am)
I am so sad that YW died! I mean, she writes (Should I say, wrote) great books! RIP YW! And now, I will sing a sad song to remember you by.......
(If you do not want to get enchanted, I advise you to cover your ears...)
(January 7, 2015 - 4:38 pm)
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