Miss L. McCarthin's Boarding School for Disobidient Children {Up and running!}

"I- you know what? At least I'm not in that leotard!"

Malice cracked a small smile.

"I thought your leg was broken?"
"I believe that should be a statement, Mika."
"I thought your leg was broken."
"It wasn't."
"Ah."

"this is crazy..." said Malice.

"Yeah...."

((PAUSED))

((daaaannnngggg...))

((GOD DANGIT!!!!!!!!!!!!))

((no no Zomie. Oh my good golly gosh gee. goodness... errm. moo.))

((...))

((HOORAY! *explodes*))

LILY! I LOVEST THOU!

i feel loved...

((I love thou Lilzykins as well, and *ahem* I'LL SAY WHATEVER I GOD DANG WANT GOD DANGIT!!!!!!!!!!!!))

((lol, yay, i love you too Zomie.))

"Back to this ISSUE we have! HELLO?! LOVERS?! F****-A!?"

((LOLOL!!))
"wha?"

"I said, if all you want to turn out like me, then we've got no problem. I mean, if you want to die."
"Wha-what?"
'

"yoiu mean like deing a hot Guy whom all the girl swoon over and has awesome wings? yeah. sore. that'd be HORRIBLE. but whatever. the whole 'dieing' thing i'm not to crazy about. so, sure. I'll follow."

"Hmmmmmm...." Fuuka thought, pondering the entire situation.

"I need to ask Rilke. She always knows what to do in-"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" a high-pitched scream sounded from downstairs.
"Who was that?" Mika asked, clinging to Josh's arm.
"I dunno, C'mon guys, lets find out.." Josh ran down the stairs. Miss Rilke was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. her arms and legs twisted in impossible directions. There was a note in her hand, Josh picked it up. Scrawled in red ink, or blood were the words 'You are no longer' Josh dropped the note and his eyes grew wide. What did this mean?

"Well...there goes plan A of asking miss Rilke..."

Cameron: *eyebrowraise* "that's. not disturbing at all."

"Hmmmm...to one it might be, actually..."

*Sarcasm sarcasm*

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