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Chapter 2

This chapter is gonna be serious. I know, I know. Impossible. When Linda woke up, she sat up and hit the top of her roommate's head. "OW." Her roommate, who I just decided to call Reg, leaped away and started getting into her uniform. Linda only looked confused at the alarm clock, which said it was 2 AM and shrugged, saying "Eh, what the hay." And started getting ready for school too. I realize that Reg has yet to talk, so she screamed, "Hei'g. I'm REG. IAK LA GHLHI IAH RUE OH JVD" which translates into, "Sup dawg. My name's Reg. Fo shizzles." Which would totally make sense, because we ARE in Britain here, people! Brits be G!

When it was actually time for breakfast, Linda had already did all her homework that was due next week. She was so excited to go to her first class! Reg was still in the corner of the room, snuggling a pink fluff of nothingness when the head-girl poked her head in. "Get up, you lot! It's time for me grub!" and out they skipped.

Food was kinda strange, you'd think the food here would be so different, but it was the same back at her old school. Fresh lobster with French fries on the side. Music was playing in the background that sounded like someone had literally taken it out of a Disney movie. She was sure of it when a couple of kids stood up and starting singing along and dancing like idiots as if they were in glee club. She only wished she could be cool like that; all she had was talent. Damn those magical fingers that just went to work when it came to playing the harmonica. It seemed like every time that she played, everything else was blocked out, and all she could hear was the music. Wow that was cheesy. Yup, so she stood up and teleported to her first class. 'Cause she's awesome. And she can do things like that. Don't be jelllinnnnnn'.

The teacher that was there was a fat old dude who seemed to be balding. He had a frown on his face as if he absolutely upset that the world was still in existence and that he wished he was dead instead of living here and teaching a bunch of morons useless information that they won't even bother to learn and use in daily life. Or at least, he didn't get that special meat lovers delight ultimate sandwich for dinner. Oh, how American. Which is strange bec- oh I am sooo off topic now! NOW back to what I was muttering on about! The rest of the students filled in the class, clearly marveling at Linda and her beastish aura and such. Linda realized she was still standing in the doorway and went to sit in a chair. But this chair was special: it had magical properties to it, that even Ol' Voldie would be proud of. But Linda was sort of in her own little day-dream so she starting drawing on the table an exactly replica of scabbers, that even the teacher came to be in awe of. Course, that was short lived, for Linda had decided class was over when everyone started talking.

Being the cool and popular kid she was, people listened and were like "She's brilliant! We should leave the class when the bell rings and class is dismissed!!!!" and junky mcjunk junk like that. Next she danced to her second period class, which she actually cared about. For it twas Music class. The teacher in this room was not alone; a male model was sitting on her desk playing the flute. 'Ewww' she said to herself. Just as she sat down, Grant lumbered in the class, carrying a bass on his back. Linda couldn't help the heat from his utter presence warm her cheeks. Something about cute, british guys carrying basses really really turned her on. Grant stood closely to her and breathed out, "You're sitting in poo." Which made her squirm. She got up and brush/scraped herself off before turning back to Grant and greeted him like the French.

He only grabbed his bass, put it on the model, and sat in the poop. Oh, how romantic! He sat there for her! Even though he hasn't even really talked to her before just now and known her for a day, but still! Aww, I would say if I was into that romantic bull crap. She chose a seat near him, but not too close. She didn't want to come off as a creeper. Aha, too late. Ahem, excuse my interruption. I just felt the need to say something that has been on my mind since starting this novel: Peanut butter, is an AMAZING moisturizer. Seriously, have you ever tried it? Goodness I have never such a delicious thing on my arms in my entire life. In fact, I'm going to do it right now.

Back. It feels fantastic.

Back to linda, right. The teacher just rambled on about majors and why minors are annoying to play and blah. I'm too lazy to go wayyy into detail. Classes were done for now, so Linda felt she should go eat with the rest of the kids. She really had to go pee, so she walked into a girl who was doing that potty sort of dance where they hold their crotch and move in an awkward way. Yeah I just had to do that, so that's why I made an anonymous character do it. Not sure why I told you this. Linda followed those exotic dancers to their laboratory. Linda jumped into a stall and did her business. A scared minor was also in the stall. 'hmm,' she thought, 'perhaps I should have looked to see if anyone was in there'. She wasn't worried, so she went to lunch then the rest of her classes. I should probably go into detail on those classes too, but oh well. Get over it.

She was back in her dorm room, studying Hogwarts: a History, just in case there was a sudden pop quiz over it. After that, she turned on her other brain, which she only used for this time of the month, and sat on the balcony in her imagination zone. She started to twitch and sway in odd movements, as though she was possessed by a demon. Perhaps she was… Hmm, Foreshadowing? Nah.

After Linda had gotten her other brain to shut up, she twirled out of her imagination zone and went to sleep. End of the second chapter. Cue awesome, epic credit sounds that would distinguish how cool Linda is. If that even exists. I bet it does; yeah, in my world, I just thought of it, so it's gotta be out there somewhere.

Description
Chapter 2

This chapter is gonna be serious. I know, I know. Impossible. When Linda woke up, she sat up and hit the top of her roommate's head. "OW." Her roommate, who I just decided to call Reg, leaped away and started getting into her uniform. Linda only looked confused at the alarm clock, which said it was 2 AM and shrugged, saying "Eh, what the hay." And started getting ready for school too. I realize that Reg has yet to talk, so she screamed, "Hei'g. I'm REG. IAK LA GHLHI IAH RUE OH JVD" which translates into, "Sup dawg. My name's Reg. Fo shizzles." Which would totally make sense, because we ARE in Britain here, people! Brits be G!

When it was actually time for breakfast, Linda had already did all her homework that was due next week. She was so excited to go to her first class! Reg was still in the corner of the room, snuggling a pink fluff of nothingness when the head-girl poked her head in. "Get up, you lot! It's time for me grub!" and out they skipped.

Food was kinda strange, you'd think the food here would be so different, but it was the same back at her old school. Fresh lobster with French fries on the side. Music was playing in the background that sounded like someone had literally taken it out of a Disney movie. She was sure of it when a couple of kids stood up and starting singing along and dancing like idiots as if they were in glee club. She only wished she could be cool like that; all she had was talent. Damn those magical fingers that just went to work when it came to playing the harmonica. It seemed like every time that she played, everything else was blocked out, and all she could hear was the music. Wow that was cheesy. Yup, so she stood up and teleported to her first class. 'Cause she's awesome. And she can do things like that. Don't be jelllinnnnnn'.

The teacher that was there was a fat old dude who seemed to be balding. He had a frown on his face as if he absolutely upset that the world was still in existence and that he wished he was dead instead of living here and teaching a bunch of morons useless information that they won't even bother to learn and use in daily life. Or at least, he didn't get that special meat lovers delight ultimate sandwich for dinner. Oh, how American. Which is strange bec- oh I am sooo off topic now! NOW back to what I was muttering on about! The rest of the students filled in the class, clearly marveling at Linda and her beastish aura and such. Linda realized she was still standing in the doorway and went to sit in a chair. But this chair was special: it had magical properties to it, that even Ol' Voldie would be proud of. But Linda was sort of in her own little day-dream so she starting drawing on the table an exactly replica of scabbers, that even the teacher came to be in awe of. Course, that was short lived, for Linda had decided class was over when everyone started talking.

Being the cool and popular kid she was, people listened and were like "She's brilliant! We should leave the class when the bell rings and class is dismissed!!!!" and junky mcjunk junk like that. Next she danced to her second period class, which she actually cared about. For it twas Music class. The teacher in this room was not alone; a male model was sitting on her desk playing the flute. 'Ewww' she said to herself. Just as she sat down, Grant lumbered in the class, carrying a bass on his back. Linda couldn't help the heat from his utter presence warm her cheeks. Something about cute, british guys carrying basses really really turned her on. Grant stood closely to her and breathed out, "You're sitting in poo." Which made her squirm. She got up and brush/scraped herself off before turning back to Grant and greeted him like the French.

He only grabbed his bass, put it on the model, and sat in the poop. Oh, how romantic! He sat there for her! Even though he hasn't even really talked to her before just now and known her for a day, but still! Aww, I would say if I was into that romantic bull crap. She chose a seat near him, but not too close. She didn't want to come off as a creeper. Aha, too late. Ahem, excuse my interruption. I just felt the need to say something that has been on my mind since starting this novel: Peanut butter, is an AMAZING moisturizer. Seriously, have you ever tried it? Goodness I have never such a delicious thing on my arms in my entire life. In fact, I'm going to do it right now.

Back. It feels fantastic.

Back to linda, right. The teacher just rambled on about majors and why minors are annoying to play and blah. I'm too lazy to go wayyy into detail. Classes were done for now, so Linda felt she should go eat with the rest of the kids. She really had to go pee, so she walked into a girl who was doing that potty sort of dance where they hold their crotch and move in an awkward way. Yeah I just had to do that, so that's why I made an anonymous character do it. Not sure why I told you this. Linda followed those exotic dancers to their laboratory. Linda jumped into a stall and did her business. A scared minor was also in the stall. 'hmm,' she thought, 'perhaps I should have looked to see if anyone was in there'. She wasn't worried, so she went to lunch then the rest of her classes. I should probably go into detail on those classes too, but oh well. Get over it.

She was back in her dorm room, studying Hogwarts: a History, just in case there was a sudden pop quiz over it. After that, she turned on her other brain, which she only used for this time of the month, and sat on the balcony in her imagination zone. She started to twitch and sway in odd movements, as though she was possessed by a demon. Perhaps she was… Hmm, Foreshadowing? Nah.

After Linda had gotten her other brain to shut up, she twirled out of her imagination zone and went to sleep. End of the second chapter. Cue awesome, epic credit sounds that would distinguish how cool Linda is. If that even exists. I bet it does; yeah, in my world, I just thought of it, so it's gotta be out there somewhere.