by L_Ouinn Wed Mar 25, 2015 3:03 pm
There's no question there, Cap. What do you take me for? (Edit: question still stands)
Edit: Friend fiction, huh? See, I have this thing about friend fiction, 'cause my other friend wrote one once that was REALLY... I don't even know how describe it, but wow. No. No. Terrible. Anyway, I would write something like this (it's a writing exercise which started out as us attempting to write a story using the words of one single page out of Harry Potter. Didn't really work, our teacher then gave us free reign) Obviously, I got bored and started writing anime styled.
As the mummy rounded the corner, it continued to chase down the mouse, crushing anyone who made too much noise. Dean screamed after Mrs Loft kicked him in the face and was crushed in an instant. People stumbled around, trying to avoid the mummy, the mouse, and the entire student body who hadn’t been turned into pools of blood and guts. Mr Smith was carrying a rusty butcher's knife, cutting down every student who’s ever called him ‘Smithy’. They were in big trouble, and not just because almost everyone had called Mr Smith ‘Smithy’ at some point in their time. What made the situation so much worse was that Michael had lost the cat, and the principle was out to get them using her majikku, sending out murderous teachers and a mummy stolen from the museum. Ronald could only pray to whatever higher power who was listening that the principal wouldn’t get a hold of the German canon. There would be no hope for them then.
Ron left the crowded hallway, and ducked as a frying pan went flying at his head. Expecting one of the cooks, he grabbed an encyclopedia off an unstable looking shelf and swung the book at his attacker. There was a dull thud as the encyclopedia met with a ladle.
Another majikku student.
“Ronald! You’re trying to kill me!”
Ron sighed. “Anne.” Meeting his class rep now in the middle of his plan go wrong was not the ideal situation. Having places to be, and a killer principal to stop was such a pain.
But on the bright side, at least it wasn’t Thomas.
“A school prefect shouldn’t go around the school hitting people on the head.”
“I’m sure the principal won’t mind a little violence against trouble makers like you.” Anne waved her weapon at him. “Maybe she would even reward me.”
“Your aunt is trying to kill everyone right now, so I don’t think she has time to pat you on the head, and say what a good little girl you are.”
Anne’s ladle came flying at his head again, only missing just missing him. Placing one hand at her hip, she pointed at him, like the bossy brat she was. “What did you do this time, Ronald?”
“I didn’t do anything.” He wasn’t going to admit it. Especially since it wasn’t just his fault this time.
“And I don’t believe you.”
Ronald scoffed and waved the prefect off. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got something to do. Have a nice day, Ms Class-rep.” He walked off, knowing that she wouldn’t come after him. She was the principal's niece; no persistence, no talent.
A science corridor in any school was a disaster waiting to happen, but in this particular school, it was a disaster in continuous motion. For Ronald, it seemed a little worse than usual.