Sorry I haven't gotten a post in, I keep trying to post at the wrong time! 

2nd day of schoool---

~Chilly

I see Icy, my CBer, in the hallway. She's doing something to a locker. "Huh?" I ask. "I'm freezing MP & Zeon's lockers shut." She says with a smile. "I love pranks." I nod. "You get them then." I turn around to MY locker, stick my head in it, and cry. Then I grab my books. That's strange--the schedule has completely changed. History is the first class.....

~Frosty

Finally made it to history in time. I see Icy casting an unusually cheery and friendly and happy expression at Zeon and MP. Why's she so happy for them?

~Chilly

"Today we're going to be doing book analysis." Icy announces. "We're going to be looking at differing opinions in different history books, and how the worldview of the author changes the writing itself." Quill raises her hand. "Excuse me Miss Icy?" "Yes?" "We don't have our books." Icy clamps her hand to her forehead. "Oh. Whoever has forgotten them can go file out and get them. The entire classroom empties out. Icy doesn't normally or AT ALL use the BBBs, as we call them (the big boring books), because she dismisses them as boring and uneducated. I agree with her.

~Frosty

We all file back into class, MP and Zeon filing in late, wearing guilty expressions. "Do we all have our books?" Icy asks. Duh. The entire class went and we're back. Of course we have all our boo- Zeon and MP shook their heads. "Let me guess, you forgot your locker combination and couldn't open it." Icy said. "The Janitor knows the combination, go see him before science class." Little did I know, Icy was planning to seal the Science Class door shut with ice when everyone but MP and Zeon got in, and then open it when it was time for the students to leave....

~~~

Uh oh. Icy vrs MP & Zeon prank war. She's actually enjoying it allot...I think she's up to the challenge. 

THIS. IS. THE. FUNNIEST. RP. EVER!!!!!

Hmm. . . It think I put just a few too many exclamation points. . . Here, I'll delete one. 

I deleted more. . . .

Admin

As Zeon and I are waiting for science (Icy gave us lunch detention) I realize something.

"Oi, Zeon," I whisper, "our lockers were sealed with ice, remember? I don't think that Elsa chickadee did anything, so that leaves either Brookeira the Literature teacher or Icy."

"Considering the facts? TOTALLY Icy," Zeon agrees, "and her next move will probably be freezing us out of science."

"Well then,"  I smirk, "I guess we oughta get there early."

We arrive in the science classroom early. The teacher's desk has a little sign on it that reads "ON LUNCH BREAK, BE BACK @ START OF CLASS".

"PERFECT!" I cackle.

I take a permanent marker and black out the window of the science classroom. I take some chemicals off the shelves and begin mixing them.

"What does it do?" whispers Zeon. I grin at him.

We take the concoction and go into the lunch hall unnoticed. Icy is just getting food.

"Distract her!" I whisper. Zeon taps Icy on the shoulder. She scowls and tells him to go back to detention for extra time, and I slip the potion into her drink before hiding under the table.

Icy casually sips her drink. Suddenly she starts srcatching her neck; her coplaining grunt becomes a whinny. She covers her mouth and scarmbles back. She's changing form rapidly; I laugh under the table.

Soon, Icy has become a pure white horse.

I cover my laughs, and my dark cape helps me blend in. I teleport out of there, still laughing.

The potion I gave Icy will force her to remain a horse for 24 hours. It's irreversible.

I really deserve a pat on the back. I give myself one. 

MewFour

~~

I snicker under my breath as I watch Chilly's supplies spill everywhere. Perhaps not the wittiest of digs, but effective nonetheless. I turn my head away quickly as her older brother, Frosty comes in. Better skeddadle, I think, hurrying away. Don't want to be there when overprotective brother kicks in. History's my next class, so I dash for the class, dodging around frightened AEs. I love the feeling I get when they skitter out of my way like frightened mice--

"Neeigh! Nyh-eeigh!" I stop short as a white horse blocks my path, eyes blazing. Who let a horse in the school? Weird. It seems like its trying to tell me something, even reprimand me, but... um, it's just a horse. I twist around it and sprint off for History. But once I enter the classroom, the AEs are much more wild than they'd be with Icy there. She's true to her name, cold as Ice. So Icy's not here today, hm? Wonder where she could be? I think, sliding into my seat and ignoring Frosty's vicious glare. Wait... My mind skips back to MP in the hallways, chortling at the sight of the white horse, saying "Oh, Teacher, guess you won't be in history today..." Oh, this is too good to be true. The teacher's a pony? A smile creeps over my lips. This is the best chance I'll get all day to make some trouble. 

8-Piece

~~

Well, Science was... interesting. I didn't know Quill was that explosive. And the end of the world is due soon? Not great news. Shrugging, I exit the lunchroom (who puts broccoli on pizza?) and head for History. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a shape with bouncy brown hair and long red-gold robes rushing through the hallways. My face grows hot. Hemin! I reach out and grab her shoulder as she runs past me. "H-Hemin! Hi!" For a second I swear I saw her blush, but then she shakes her head and nods to me. 

"Hi, 8-Piece," she said, smiling.

"About science..." I said, continuing to walk down the hall to History as I spoke to her. "It's okay if you didn't get it all right. I still thought it was pretty rad that you knew all that stuff." She nervously tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, thanks," she said. "Quill's still my friend, you know. I guess you could just call what happened a... braniac battle."

"Well, next time bring it down to the level of all us normal AEs," I joked. She laughed, and I pushed open the door to Histor room, preparing to take my seat, but froze at the sight of what was inside. Pies zoomed everywhere, badgered to lightning speed by glowing purple energy. Most AEs had to dive under tables and hide, though Masked Piester seemed to be enjoying it. And standing atop a desk, cackling, was my brother, MewFour.  

Sorry for posting again, but AAAH! THAT MEWFOUR!!!! HOW DARE HE INSULT MY SISTER! I'LL FREEZE HIM TO DEATH! HE ALSO KNOCKED OVER MY OTHER SISTER ACCIDENTALLY!

You forgot to send Zeon the note. What did it say again?

It said "Nice one boys! ~Icy". She's so werid..........ANYWAYS I SWEAR I'll FREEZE THAT MEWFOUR TO DEATH!

Frosty, wait!

Wait....are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yes.

Oh, this is going to be good.

~Frosty

Gosh, history class is chaotic. But I have the thing in my pocket. I don't want to hurt MewFour-just humiliate him...I take the Master Ball out of my pocket. "Hey QuillFour-I mean MewFour!" I call. He turns around, and I toss the Master Ball at him.

Direct hit.

~~~

I hope this is ok? I don't want to control anyone.. 

Humf. I am sooooooooo mad at Gared. He thought it would be amusing to send me here with a Gopro cam on my head. So whan I fall into my locker, and then got locked in, Gared had a good laugh. And when Bob was assigned my partner in non-evil science class, and he blew up the entire set of materials, Gared saw. This is soooo mean. I mean, as I struggled through lunch, Gared was laughing. What is this goop? Pudding, or industrial cement? What is this math we are doing? Boring.

Wait, I have my trusty laser pointer. Bob, chase the tiny beam of light! 

Oh wow... I'm dying from laughter. This. Is. Wonderful! Never knew Icy was into pranks or MewFour into... wildness? I guess middle school will do that to you.

Sorry, I'm aware I'm one day behind! My next post will be day two...

Mellie-

Paris and I walk into the chaotic cafeteria, discussing the Aurora borealis "apocalypse."

"It's not an apocalypse, really," I say. "It just makes all the electronic things fail. Still a big deal, though." 

"Imagine if I couldn't have WiFi!" Paris says dramatically, placing her hand on her forehead like she's going to swoon. "Oh, the horrors!" 

I sit down at a table and look around (look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now) while I wait for Paris to buy her lunch. I think I hear Grace yelling from that direction. Probably just my imagination. There's a lot of yelling AEs. In fact, there's a whole table of them (Grace included, I'm sure) Zeon refers to as "the Crazies." A suitable title.

I notice a girl pale, blue-tinged skin. She wears a silver tiara atop her white hair in a spiky pixie cut. She wears a flowy white sleeveless dress that's shorter in the front. She's surrounded by three or four girls standing around her, nodding their heads in agreement at everything the princess girl (who is clearly the leader) says, flipping their hair and putting their hands on their hips. (I recognize one of them from Science- Elsa, a girl with blonde hair and white cat ears.) They're all wearing matching snowflake necklaces, like they're in some kind of club. They all have rather haughty expressions.

Mean girls.

The princess looks like she's in the middle of a angry and heated (or would you say very cold) conversation with another girl. This girl doesn't wear a snowflake necklace. She wears her blonde hair in a braid down her back and shiny blue clothes. But there's something...off to her. Her eyes aren't just cold like the princess'...they have a thirsty, almost desperate gleam to them.

"You loser," she says loudly. "I am so much more popular than you. Will. Ever. Be." With a sharp turn, she struts away, white heals clicking on the polished floor.

The princess and her squad roll their eyes. Then the princess smooths her hair, and she struts toward a boy with longish blonde hair who looks like scary-eye's brother, her squad trailing behind her like ducklings.

"Princess Icicle and The Frost Girls," someone mutters as they pass by.

Paris returns with a lunch tray. The food looks disgusting. We start joking that they're alien speicies. I offer her my granola bar.

You're going to get it from her now, Frosty. You have been warned.

Quill~

It's the last few minutes of class now, and I'm stressed out. Icy's gone - transformed into a horse, I do believe - and a pie war was just finished. Now I sit in the back corner, head in my hands, watching the crowd. All the other AE kids are running around, chatting, breaking stuff. Then something catches my eye - a master ball in Frosty's hand. It takes me a minute to figure out what he could do with it... then it's tossed. MewFour.

It creates a direct hit on MewFour, catching him inside. I am on the verge of getting up and punching the stupid boy. Don't... Don't do it, Quill. Don't do it.

I do it anyways.

MewFour breaks free, looking embarrassed.

"Got to catch 'em all!" Frosty teases and MewFour teleports away.

I stand up, storm right over to Frosty, and look up at him, hands slightly clenched.

"Why on earth would you do such a thing?" I ask, voice hard.

"Because I wanted to," Frosty says, laughing.

The class joins in, making it hard to think. I bite my lip, I hate being the center of attention - especially being laughed at - but I hold my ground.

"You better go and apologize to MewFour," I say. "Now."

This just creates more laughter, mocking laughter. I'm on the verge of tears now, I can't handle this. I must handle this.

"What are you going to do about it? Punch me? QuillFour?" Frosty teases.

I do. I punch him hard in the jaw and storm out of the room as the whole class goes silent.

Then they start their mocking little ways again.

"QuillFour, QuillFour, QuillFour!" They all shout ruthlessly.

I run out of the room, tears rolling down my face.

Why so cruel, why? I ask myself. The answer is simple. I'm a nerdy little girl who stood up to a cold Pokemon-human. A... good AE. Unlike them. That creates a lot of unwanted attention.

I sit on a bench near my locker and cry, alone.

I hear footsteps and look up, wiping my eyes. MewFour. He looks at me, almost seeming pitiful, before biting his lip and walking away. 

Does he have something to say? 

Hey, guys, sorry I haven't really posted yet. Here's some stuff I cobbled together during vacation. Yay Maine!

Tara~

I walk into school, my stomach churning with nerves. It's my first day today, becuase Shadowmoon has been REALLY BUSY. I walk in through the door, and look down at my schedule. I'm just in time for lunch. I walk into the cafeteria, and am hit with a wave of loneliness. I grab a tray, and walk past droves of chatting, giggling Æs. After declaring the code inedible, I decide to get to history early. As I walk through the halls, I hear an annoyed whinny behind me. I turn around to see.... A horse? Instead of feeling confusion, I feel a surge of warmth. I love horses. I pull out a lump of sugar and slowly approach it. It states at me, and I'm struck by the intelligence in its blue eyes. I shudder, give it the sugar, and hurry off the class. Even the horses are off in this place. I walk in to history. A boy with violet skin is standing there, a malicious grin on his face. Then, a boy runs in and hurls a red and white ball at him. The boy dissapeares, then explodes out of the ball, looking furious. The blonde boy says something about catching, then the violet boy dissapeares. I suddenly feel overwhelmed. This is too much. Tears prickle at the edge of my eyes, and I turn around. I'm done with middle school. As I turn around, two girls arrive at the door. One is fashionably dressed, with violet eyes and brown hair. The other has glasses, red hair, and green eyes. The red-haired one says "What's wrong? Are you OK?" And then, to my utter mortifiacation, I break down crying. "This school is crazy!" I sob. "The food looks like it's from Neptune, there's weird horses running around, and everyone throws stuff. How do you survive?" The brown-haired girl, who is wearing a pink sundress, pink sandels, and pink nail polish, pats me on the back. "It'll be OK. You want to go raid the vending machines? It's the only edible food in this whole place." She giggles. "I'm Paris, by the way." The red-head says "I'm Mellie." "I'm Tara." I sniffle. "Thanks."

Saphira~

I walk into band class, filled with nervousness. There are so many people in this middle school..... So many Æs. I'm not quite comfortable with it yet. I sit down on the edge of the flute section. Next to me, in the clarinet section, is a boy with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. He shoots me a small smile. "I would have preferred to play my pan pipes, but I guess a clarinet is the next best thing." I grin, and take out my flute. Shadowmoon, the band teacher, comes out onto the raised platform in front of the band. She has long black hair that reaches down her back in a tidy braid, and sparkling blue eyes. She's holding a baton in one hand and a clarinet in the other. She runs the band through some warm ups, and I relish the sound of the music wafting through the practice room. Shadowmoon raises her baton for silence, and I hear the strings class in the next room over playing a slow, sad tune. "Now, we are going to be doing a fast, complicated peice composed by yours truly. I want you to give it your best. Ready?" She raises her baton. I hear everyone take an breath, then the baton goes down and the music begins. I play the flute part, a lilting, silvery melody that races through the harmony and melodies, flitting from one place to another. The notes I am playing seem to come as easily as if I had been playing my whole life, even though it's my first time playing this piece. I am so wrapped up in my music that I don't even notice when Shadowmoon calls a stop. I play the peice to the end, and look up. The whole room is staring at me, openmouthed. I turn a deep red and wish desperately to disappear. Then, the room starts stomping their feet (The band equivalent of clapping which my teacher is trying to bring back. It makes sense becuase if someone is playing well, you can't exactly clap while holding an instrument) I turn an even deeper red, and try to pay attention during the rest of class. The boy next to me with the clarinet plays it amazingly, making the soft, mellow tones of the clarinet seem layered with sadness and beauty. I often find myself stopping to listen. I can't help noticing how handsome he looks, his hazel eyes shining with excitement as he rushes along with the music. I decide to introduce myself after class. When Shadow calls a halt, I pack my instrument away and turn to the boy. "I'm Saphira. That was some really good playing." He grins, and my stomach does a backflip. "Thanks! I'm Ariel. I usually have some pan pipes, so I have a lot a practice. That was some really great playing as well." I blush slightly. Shadowmoon steps back up to the platform and makes one last announcement. "Before you go, class, please note that where you are sitting now will be your seats for the rest of the year. Have a nice day, and don't forget to practice." As I turn away to leave, I smile slightly. I love band class. 

Sir Richard~

I walk into history, see the chaos, and immediately turn around and leave. I spot Tara walking down the hallway with two other girls, and race after them. "Tara! Over here!" She turns around, and I see that she's been crying. Concern for my cousin fills me. "Tara! Are you OK?" She nods. "Just a little overwhelmed. This is Paris and Mellie." The brown-haired on waves. "HI!" The redhead turns around, and I take a sharp breath. She has beautiful red hair and shining green eyes, and she is most definitely the prettiest girl I have ever seen. And I've had to save a lot of princesses from dragons. I feel my face heating up. "I-I'm Richard. Hi." She grins. "I'm Mellie." I suddenly decide that history class sounds a lot better then having my face burn off. "I-um, I've got to go....." As I quickly walk off, I hear Paris whispering something, and the girls giggle. I don't even want to know.