[IC] The Spook Club (A Slice-Of-Life/Horror Fusion RP)

[Nightmare Bunny]

This is a story about a high school, friendship, and a ghost busting club.

It's a story about rivalries. A story about mystery, and the great unknown. But it starts… like this.

You are a student. A high school student, to be specific, at Edison High. A somewhat normal, boring high school in the sleepy town of Sandalwood.

It’s September, and you’ve been back at school for about two weeks now. Maybe you’ve been at this school for your whole life. Maybe you’re a recent transfer. Maybe you’re the classic, all American jock, or maybe you’re the nerdiest kid on the math team. It really doesn’t matter: regardless, your high school career is about to get shaken up.

And it’s all because of this flyer.

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Hey, Edison High student! We want YOU for the ghostbusting club!

Sick and tired of your ordinary high school life? Want a little something to spice things up? Well, look no further, because an exciting new club is coming to Edison High— S.P.I.R.T, the Supernatural and Paranormal Information Reconnaissance Investigation Team!

If you haven’t stopped reading by now, then surely you know of our town’s colorful history, full of murders, curses and suicides. That’s right: Sandalwood is a hotspot of supernatural activity! Have you ever heard the clanging of chains outside your door at night? Stumbled upon a cursed object?

Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. It doesn’t matter! If you’re interested in taking advantage of our town’s rich supernatural history, and want to make the best of your high school career, then all you’ve got to do is fill out the form at the bottom of this flyer. Then, come to our first club meeting after school in the biology classroom!

Hope to see you there!!
--Andy Anderson, club president and founder

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That’s right: this is the piece of paper that changes your entire life. Really.

Your story... begins here.

[Nightmare Bunny]

S.P.I.R.I.T Case File One: A Spook-tacular Beginning!

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Andy Anderson

It was Friday, September 4th. The time was 3:26 PM.

The boy leaned back in his chair. Or rather... the teacher’s chair. Edison High's one and only biology teacher had a bad back and had insisted on a cushy seat, with excellent back support. Since he wasn’t here, someone might as well use it, right?

At least, that was this particular boy's view on things. He adjusted his glasses and ran a hand through his hair, fidgeting with the notebook he'd brought with him. It was his pride and joy, filled with all his research.

It was a rather chilly day, the last vestiges of summer dissipating to make way for the fall. Probably a little too cold for jeans and a t-shirt, but, well. That was what he was wearing, so whatever. He'd deal with it.

He'd already written their club’s name on the blackboard, the block letters that made up their fancy little acronym written neatly in his nicest script (which still happened to look like chicken-scratch): S.P.I.R.I.T.

It was almost time for the club to convene. But before that— who was this boy, who had put together Edison High’s very own Supernatural and Paranormal Information Reconnaissance Investigation Team? Who was this boy, who had dreamed up the most ridiculous club to ever be approved in Edison High’s history, rivaled only by the Lemon Fanta Society?

His name was Andy Anderson, and if you think his club is ridiculous... well. He snorted. “Try saying that to my face, and see how well that works out for you,” he scoffed, to no one in particular.

No one was there, anyway. So it was fine to talk to himself a little.

The time was now 3:27 PM. Three more minutes until people were supposed to be arriving. Eight people had signed up for the club— a bigger turnout than he'd expected. He’d thought that they’d be having trouble scraping by the five person minimum limit for clubs, to be honest.

Of course, he was pretty sure someone would end up not showing up. And he had a pretty good idea of who that someone was, too.

But whatever. That didn't matter. His club was starting, and nothing could make Andy happier. Although the people who had actually signed up... well, he didn’t really know any of them that well. But Tori Harris was not exactly the type of person that one expected to be joining a ghost-busting club, and neither was Brody Cunningham, for that matter.

“Shouldn’t they be in, like... some sort of acting club?” he sighed under his breath. Seriously, talk about unexpected. “Or in the school musical?” What were they doing with him?

Not, of course, that he was complaining. He was sure that the both of them were passionate, and excited to investigate the supernatural going-ons of Sandalwood! ...and also Brody was pretty cute. So sue him.

Speaking of new club members, of course, his thoughts ended up straying to Raul Gardessa... and what their faculty advisor --who, to Andy's disgust, was a real slacker, probably wouldn’t show up at any of the club meetings-- had told him. “Just keep him out of trouble. That’s all you’ve got to do, anyway.”

...uh, what? Andy scowled. Like hell he was doing that. If Raul Gardessa —who he had to admit seemed pretty intimidating— was going to be in his club, then he sure as heck was going to be an amazing member. Who says delinquents can’t like supernatural stuff?

Of course, that was if he showed up at all. Which, truth be told, he probably wouldn't.

But yeah. Everyone in the club would have to participate to the best of their abilities! And that was that. How else would they claw their way to the top of Edison High's club hierarchy?

He wasn’t too sure about the other members. He didn’t really recognize their names, although maybe he’d know them by their face. None of them were as high profile as those three, except… didn’t Lillith Marjo do some kind of loli rapping thing?

Well, whatever. He was going to get to know all of his club members, and they were all going to become friends and investigate paranormal activity together. That was the truth.

Andy drummed his fingers against the table anxiously. He'd do his best to be a good club leader. He'd have to. He was confident that he'd do a good job, but...

But, well… even confident people got a little nervous, sometimes.

3:28 PM. People would probably start trickling in soon.

He took a deep breath. “I can do this,” he told himself, and somehow, that was almost enough to make him believe it. “I can do this. I know I can.”

Or at least... he'd do his very best.

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

Tori stared into her bulky blue locker. Sitting inside was a bejeweled pink mirror that she had made at a slumber party two years ago. To anyone watching her, which was practically everyone walking down the halls, Tori only seemed to be reapplying some light blush. However, Tori was contemplating the decision she had made a few days ago, to join the school's new S.P.I.R.I.T. club.

Did I make the right decision? She asked herself for the millionth time. It has to be... Everyone at Edison High thought she was living the perfect life, and they no doubt envied her. If only they knew how stressful it was. Getting dressed had even become a struggle.

Today, she wore a floral sleeveless top covered by a cardigan sweater, dark blue skinny jeans, brown boots adorned with an adorable bow, a round silver necklace, and to top it all off, a tan leather purse that had costed a fortune. Tori's blonde hair was curled and her eyelids were painted with a light pink color. It had taken 3 hours to get this look perfect.

The point was Tori had become annoyed by everyone's constant twisted assumption that she was perfect. Joining the club was her chance to finally live life how she wanted. While she didn't really believe in the supernatural, maybe she could learn to adjust. She'd have to.

Tori slowly walked through the halls to the biology room, waving to the occasional student that was brave enough to make eye contact with her. The time read 3:29. One minute before the club officially started. Please be the right decision She begged and took her first step into the room.

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

It had been one week since he had transfered to this school with his little twin sister Violet. As he traversed down the hallway, he seemed to have an annoyed expression on his face as he looked around the schools hallway. As he analyzed the hallway, he eventually came upon his own blue locker with the same familiar numbers imprinted on it. He let out a slight huff as he went to work procuring a few unspecified items he left there. After grabbing such items, he ruffled his long lavender hair, sighing slightly.

"Why did my sister rope me into this? I know I told her I wasn't interested in any of the current clubs this school had and then she decided to sign me up for one. Even worse, she said it was in her place since she took on more clubs than she could handle... heh, that will never get old I guess... Besides, she was superior in searching for unreal things as spirits nor mythical beings that didn't exist. Honestly, this club seems to be a bit undesirable, but she signed me up so I guess I'll just deal with it now... it's not like I had anything better to do..."

It really was the truth that he didn't have anything better to do for the time being. This school harbored no Kendo Club, nor did they have any signs of an Archery Club he could participate in, heck not even a spec of Animanga Club either. There truly wasn't anything he could do to preoccupy his time other than homework and this club now that he begrudgingly thought about it. Plus, he didn't exactly have any friends nor was outgoing as his twin sister who got him into a club as a sort of reserve for her in his mind. Though he loved his sister a lot, he sometimes wished that she didn't act like a magnet who attracted trouble. Hopefully this would be different than that other time. The boy moved his left hand up to his right shoulder, slightly wincing as if there was some semblance of pain embedded there.

"Yeesh, even after all those months it still gets to me... Well, as long as she is fully recuperated, it's all find to me that I took the hit. Maybe I'll take this hit for her too, even though it really wasn't much of a blow. I hope this club doesn't take too long as I still need to analyze much of this town so I can confirm that my sister will be safe... Although, this whole place feels different... meh, I'm just not used to things yet or probably just imagining things."

The boy chuckled to himself as he made his way down the hallway in a calm and collected shape. He shouldn't get bent out of shape just because of his mind playing obvious tricks on him. Even though he felt the need to disapprove the existence of spiritual manifestations upon getting into the club, he didn't want to at all ruin the fun with reality. Grays belief in ghosts had dispersed ever since he found that his stepfather had myriads of logical explanations to it, but still went along with his mother which still confused him to this very day. Along with the fact that he didn't have the same blessing as his sister gab leeway to such green thoughts.

The boy took a look at the time on one of the walls, finding it to be five minutes till the club meet in start, which gave him enough time to go about his business as he really needed to go to the bathroom along with eating the last parts of his half-full bento package he made for lunch. It might of not been the best thing to truly taste, but it was certainly healthier than the school lunches here. Going about his business, he came upon two restrooms with different markings on each of them, he wondered if he should go into the boys or girls bathroom. Both boy and girl often mistook his gender, however he never bothered to correct them on their misgivings. Either he would go in with a sense of respect for the other gender or the false ways most people saw him. He decided to go into the males bathroom due to the highest amount of respect and did away with the liquid building up in his bladder.

As soon as he exited the bathroom, he garnered a few weird looks from a guy and girl passing by the rooms. This wouldn't exactly bode well as the two must of gotten the wrong idea from what he could procure, and gave them an awkward smile and wave. Gray pondered on keeping his real gender a mystery at this point or explaining to a few people that he was actually a guy. Maybe once he made a couple of friends he would, but right now he waited for the duo to disperse from his sight, be for grumbling a little bit before looking at the time. Thankfully it was two minutes till the club held their first meeting... wait.

"Oh crap, I'm going to be late! I need to move, otherwise the club leader might make me toast! Alright, where did that flyer say it was in again?... Right, the biology classroom!... Wait, crap, that means I still have to run as I'm too far away to make there just by simply walking!"

With a huff, he made his way through the hallway in a mad dash to make it to the room as he didn't understand what the leader was like. Gray, however, didn't want to invoke her wrath if she was anything cruel to people who were late. The name he recalled from the flyer was a bit familiar... did he have a few classes with that person? Oh well, it didn't matter now as he never paid any mind to some of the people in his class. Upon being within a few feet of the biology classroom, he stopped to get his bento box out and finish the rest of the prepared meal. Procuring his chopsticks, he began eating what was left in the box before finding himself standing in front of the door. He swiftly gulped down the remaining food, shoved the items back into his backpack, and made it into the room.

"I wonder what this Angie person is like, along with the o The members of this club. I'm sure most of them are obsessed with the occult and I'm most likely the odd one out. Even though that stuff isn't real, it is highly interesting to say the least..."

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

Ah. A new school year! The fall breeze was sweeping through the air, the cool air demanding some people wrap themselves up in layers of clothing, or staying warm through...other methods. Rather scandalous methods that she herself, could only hope to get a picture of. The thought bought a mischievous little smirk the the face of the redhead walking down the hallways of Edison high. Ooh, that'd be a juicy topic right there! She could see the headline now! 'Local teens stay warm this fall by...making pancakes?'...okay, she'd have to work on that title...then again, maybe it could work?...pancakes were awesome and warm and-

FOCUS SIDNEY!

Now wasn't the time for that. Now, she had to focus on the S.P.I.R.I.T club! Yep, that's right. She, a rather loud skeptic among other things, had decided to join this 'ghostbusting club' why? Well, for a good story obviously! That, and to debunk any tricks these losers were going to try and pull. No doubt their leader, Andy Anderson, had shenanigans planned for the school. Shenanigans, she wanted to definitely be a part of! She mostly wanted to debunk any of their ridiculous schemes, but she was always up for a bit of messing with people. She could definitely do that with this club. Debunking whatever schemes Andyhad, was just a bonus. After all, ghosts and stuff most definitely did not exist. If they had, there would have definitely been proof by now.

Anyone who believed in them...well, she'd have to say was a big idiot.

Her thoughts were cut short by her arriving at her locker. The blue locker was still a bit unfamiliar, since she had been given a new one at the start of the year. Thankfully, the combination for it was easy enough to remember. Opening her locker, she took out the items she deemed necessary for this little adventure.

1 - Nikon - Coolpix L840 16.0-Megapixel Digital Camera - silver in color. Christmas present last year.
1 - Well written in notepad. She'd need a new one soon...it was filled with her neat handwriting, plus some inane scribbles and thought bubbles.
1 - Ball point pen. Perfect for writing. Pencils were for losers.
and lastly,
1 - stick of gum. What? Gum was like, the ultimate currency in highschool. She could always bribe someone with this. If that failed, there was always good 'ole Lincoln or Washington. Or if those failed, she always carried one of Mr. Benjamin around if something was that important. Don't ask where she got him from.

With her arsenal of hisghchool espionage ready, she closed the locker and headed off down the hallway. She stuffed the stick of gum in her jeans pocket, and placed the notepad and pen in her jacket pocket for easy and quick access. Her camera hung around her neck, being hidden under her jacket which she had just zipped up. Not suspicious at all, since she could simply say she was cold in the fall weather. Of course, most kids around here probably always suspect she's up to no good. Well, maybe not up to no good, but always up to something at least.

Like right now, with the SPIRIT club. She needed to get there early, or else she might miss something. She quickened her pace through the mostly empty hallways. What time was it? 3:30? Well, she was going to be a bit late, then. Curses. She took too long getting out of the guys locker room...she didn't even find anything that could be used as good material. Ah well. She'd just have to to a quick surprise interview of one of the members to make up for it then! Thankfully, she was close enough to the biology room.

...and what better way to start, with the two people standing in front of the door to the biology room! Was that...Victoria Harris!? What in the name of all that was good and holy was she doing here?! Well, only one way to find out! She swiftly took out her camera, ready to take a perfect shot, right before some admittedly cute looking tall...person? She was having trouble telling their gender. She didn't see boobs, so it was hard to tell...then again they were appropriately cute, maybe-

gah! focus Sidney!~

"Move it moron, you're in my shot!" She said, roughly shoving gray into the room from behind. In the next instant, there was a click, followed by a bright flash as she got a fairly decent shot of Victoria Harris, the resident queen bee of the school.

"Ooh, great shot! Yes, I can totally use that!~" She snickered to herself. "Alright, let the interview begin!" She continued, a big grin on her face, bounding over to Victoria. "Haha! So, never expected to find you of all people here Victoria!" Sidney said, pen and notepad in hand, getting a bit uncomfortably close to the other girl. "So, what's the resident queen bee of Edison high doing here? You're joining SPIRIT, aren't you?" really, why else would she be here? "I'm sure your lovely fans would love to know why you, little miss perfect is joining this club, hmm? I mean...you don't really believe in ghosts and stuff, do you?"

Sidney let the question hang there, clicking her pen rather loudly as she waited on an answer.

[XxFellsingxX]

☆ Deborah Wright ☆

"Deborah? Ahem. Deborah!" The Math's teacher rapped her fist on Deborah Wright's desk, causing the girl, previously slumped forwards with her eyes practically shut, to jump slightly in her chair.

"Whuhuh?" Debs grunted. It took a moments for her eyes to focus and the haze in her mind to clear so she could recall where she was. She lifted her head slightly to meet the gaze of the teacher.

"So glad of you to join us," Mrs. Morris said, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Deborah felt her face flush slightly as she heard a few of the girls barely suppressing their giggles. "It seems like you already know this, Deborah," Mrs Morris said curtly. "How about you go up to the board and show the rest of us how it's done?" The sarcasm in the teacher's voice was cutting, and could even put an expert snarker like Deborah to shame.

"I, erm..." Still not entirely awake, Deborah tried to splutter out an apology, and hoped Mrs. Morris would leave her be. But it seemed like the teacher had other plans, as she pressed a piece of chalk into Deborah's hand.

"Go," Mrs. Morris ordered, gesturing over at the blackboard at the front of her class.

Realising she had no choice, Debs pushed herself up to her feet, feeling her own weight as she stumbled with very little elegance to the front of the class. She could feel everyone's eyes upon her as she approached the blackboard, could hear people chuckling and whispering to their neighbours. Every time she passed another ridiculing teenager, Debs would think, "I hate you. I hate you, and I hate you, and I fucking hate you as well!"

Once she reached the board, she tried her best to ignore the rest of the class as she looked over the problem Mrs. Morris had asked her to solve, hoping that if she could figure it out, everyone would leave her alone. However, as she raised her head to look at the question, she was dismayed to find that the blackboard didn't have numbers or even letters, but was instead inscribed with what Deborah recognised as Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Yes, she recognised them. She'd even once tried to learn them, as she'd always had an interest in Ancient History. Unfortunately, just as with other languages she had tried to learn, she lacked the focus and commitment, and had given up fairly early, with a half-hearted promise to return to them later on.

So yeah, Debs was at a complete loss. Feeling her face redden to the colour of a plum, Deborah turned around, ready to reluctantly admit to Mrs. Morris that, no, she couldn't solve this particular problem, and ready to take the inevitable scolding and mockery that she knew the rest of the class would pile upon her.

However, in the instant she turned around, the classroom suddenly changed, becoming eerily quiet. The classroom darkened slightly, as if someone had turned off the light without Deborah noticing. And, perhaps the most unnerving of all, Deborah found that the classroom was now completely empty.

Debs looked around, wide-eyed. "Okay, then," she muttered to herself, trying to deny the fact she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck pricking up. Placing the chalk on the teacher's desk, Deborah made her way out of the classroom and into the hallway, which was equally deserted as the classroom. "Hey!" she bellowed into the silence. "Is anyone there? Hey!"

No response.

'What the fuck is going on?' Deborah thought, starting to feel the panic building up within. Where was everyone? She headed over to the stair well, leaning on the banister and looked down at the other floors, still seeing no signs of life. All the lights were off, though it wasn't completely dark thanks to the light coming in from the windows, so Deborah wasn't too worried. After all, if the sun was still in the sky, that meant the school was still open, so she could probably still make it out.

She started walking down the stairs, trying to keep at a reasonable pace but finding each step becoming quicker and quicker, matching under with her now racing heart-rate. It was just as she was half-way to the ground floor that, suddenly and without warning, the sky outside darkened into a navy, and all traces of sunlight vanished. No sunset, no gradual darkening. It was like someone turning off a light switch on the sun, and the shock caused Deborah to miss a step, causing her to tumble down to the stairs, landing flat on her face, miraculously not managing to break anything in the process.

Debs pushed herself up until she was sitting on the floor, and felt herself starting to tremble as she realised how dark the hallway was. Okay, this was a level of darkness she couldn't handle. She could only just see. How did it get so dark so fast? How did-

Then it hit her. The hieroglyphs on the board, the sudden disappearance of the students and staff, the light vanishing, the fact she had hardly been hurt at all by that fall down the stairs. Just to make sure she was right, Debs pinched herself, squeezed the skin between her fingers as hard as she could. She felt it, but the sensation was dulled and not at all painful.

"Knew it," Debs muttered to herself. She was dreaming! She could have slapped herself for not realising it sooner! This was just another crazy nightmare, and soon she'd wake up and everything would fine! She tried to smile smugly, though this realisation hadn't quite quelled her fears. Even though this was just a dream, she wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

She shut her eyes tight. When she opened them again, this would all be over. She'd done this several times, and it usually worked.

'Breath, Deborah,' she thought. 'Just keep cool.'

She counted silently to ten. One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine...

"Deborah?"

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"Deborah?"

Debs opened her eyes, only to shut them again and open them slower so they could adjust better to the light. She seemed to be lying down, she knew that much, and it was only when she could look at her surroundings that finally was able to note she was in the nurse's office, the school nurse herself was standing a few feet away, her back to Deborah. She seemed to be leaning with another student, who sitting on the second bed.

Deborah sat up. "Hrrrm?" Her head was aching like crazy. The nurse turned to her.

"Are you alright?" she said. "You took quite a fall. Please, I think you should rest some more."

"What happened?" Deborah muttered as the nurse tried to get her to lie down again.

"One of the students found you, a girl from your class," the nurse continued, turning away from her and making her way to a cupboard. "You must have fainted and fallen down the stairs. You're lucky that nothing was broken."

"What time is it?" Deborah said, craning her neck around slightly in order to find a clock. As she did, she caught sight of the other student, a girl a year younger than her, who was staring at her intensely. Debs frowned. "What is it?" she said. She hated being stared at, and this girl's gaze in particular was giving her the creeps. Or at least, Deborah thought the girl was staring at her. It was hard to tell since the girl didn't have a face. No eyes, no mouth, no nose. There wasn't even any skin there, just a big gaping hole. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Sorry," the girl said, a thin whisper coming from that large gaping chasm. "I can't help it."

"Now if you'll just sit still," the nurse said, turning back to Deborah. Debs looked at her, noticing that she was holding something in her hand. It was a syringe. "I'll just give you your medicine and you can be on your way."

Deborah felt her body squirm as she looked at that sharp needle. "Erm, miss, I don't think I need that," she said. She started to sit up, but before she could, the faceless girl was at her side and pushed her back down to the bed.

"Sit still," the nurse said again, now very close to the bed. It was then Deborah finally noticed that the nurse herself didn't have a face either. "This is for your own good."

Deborah struggled, but Faceless Girl was surprisingly strong. As the nurse leaned in to inject the needle into her arm, Debs knew somehow that letting that needle touch her was a bad idea, and she aimed a kick at the nurse's arm, knocking the syringe out of her hand. It fell to the floor, smashing into pieces.

The nurse didn't like this. She didn't like this one bit. "Now look what you've done!" she said. Debs tried to struggle away, but the nurse already had her hands on Deborah's throat, closing harsh around her windpipe. Debs could feel the air leaving her body as the nurse starting shaking her while letting out an ear-piercing scream that sounded a lot like a school bell...

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"Deborah?" Debs could feel someone shaking her shoulder, causing the girl, previously slumped forwards with her eyes practically shut, to jump slightly in her chair.

"Whuhuh?" Debs grunted. It took a moments for her eyes to focus and the haze in her mind to clear so she could recall where she was. She lifted her head slightly to meet the gaze of the teacher.

"Class is over, Deborah," Mrs. Morris said. She gestured to the classroom, which was completely empty, though Debs could hear the sound of the school bell just coming to the end of its toll, and the students milling about in the hallway. Debs gazed around, searching for any out of place detail that would hint she was still dreaming. Noticing her confused state, Mrs. Morris asked, "Hey, are you okay? You look exhausted." The Maths teacher looked at the large bags under Debs' eyes.

"Hmm?" Debs look at Mrs. Morris. "Yeah, I'm a little tired..." she admitted. "I... haven't been sleeping so well of recent." She stood up, backing all her things into her school bag so she wouldn't have to make eye contact with Mrs. Morris. "I barely been sleeping at all actually..."

"I see," Mrs. Morris said. "Honestly, I have noticed that you have seem a little out of it for a while now. How long has this been going on for?"

Debs hesitated, knowing that the answer would surely worry her teacher. However, she eventually volunteered the information. "... almost a year now," she admitted.

Mrs. Morris' eyes widened. "A year?" she said, clearly trying to keep herself from sounding shocked. "Have you seen anyone about this? A doctor? Have you told your mom?"

Debs nodded. She'd finished packing away now and swung her bag over her shoulder. "I've told my therapist about it," she said. "You know, the one I go see every week or so. She suggested giving me sleeping pills or something, but..." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I'm already on antidepressants. I don't want to be on any more medication."

"I see," Mrs. Morris said, sighing slightly. "And your mom?"

Debs shifted her weight uncomfortably. "I don't want to bother her," she admitted. "She's already got so much to deal with."

"She's your mother, Deborah," Mrs. Morris said. "If... if this continues much longer, or gets any worse, will you please tell her?"

Debs licked her lips. "Yeah, sure," she muttered.

Mrs. Morris looked at her for a long time as if trying to figure out whether Debs meant that. Then she nodded. "Okay," she said. "Go on now."

Debs nodded and quickly exited the classroom. It was only when she was far out into the hallway, standing by her locker, that she did her 'reality check', delivering a sharp pinch to her arm when she was sure no one was looking.

Ouch.

Yep, that hurt. She was awake.

Letting out a sigh of relief she hadn't even realised she had been holding, she rummaged around in her jacket pocket for her keys, taking them out and fumbling with them, only to accidentally drop them onto the ground.

"Shit!" Debs hissed, leaning down to pick up at her keys. She heard one of the boys mutter and laugh behind her, and felt her face flush, almost certain they were making some comment about her fat ass. Or maybe she was just imaging it because she was already in a foul mood. She picked up her keys and opened her locker, only for an avalanche of school supplies to come spilling out on the floor.

"Fuck shit!" Debs cursed again as she heard another burst of laughter. Okay, now she was sure that was about her! 'I just want to go home and drown my sorrows in a tub of ice cream,' she thought, getting on her hands and knees as she rifled around the sheets of paper and assorted books, trying to hurry this up so she could get out of here. However, as she was sorting through her things (read: shoving things into the back of her locker without really looking at what they were) one thing did catch her eye.

It was a flyer she had happened across a few days ago. Actually, someone had crumpled it up into a ball and thrown it down the stairs, causing it to collide with the back of her head. She had picked it up, tempted to throw it back, only to get a glimpse of it was apparently. It was advertising a new school club, a 'ghost-busting' club. The fact that their school would allow such a club baffled her. Heck, the fact someone at their school was confident enough to start and advertise such a club meant they must have really not cared what anyone thought about them. And while Debs herself wasn't a hardcore fan of the occult, she, like many teenagers who felt isolated and different, had dabbled. So she had signed up for it, just to see what it would actually be like, maybe have a good laugh with some people her own age for once.

But thanks to her nightmares, she had completely forgotten that it was today, and right now, she didn't really feel like it. She was tempted to just skip it today, and get back to the group another time. However, as she finished backing away her things, she found herself playing the crumpled up flyer into her bag and heading in the direction of the 'club room', which was technically just the biology classroom. She wasn't sure why, but she felt if she didn't go now, she'd probably not have the guts to go later. Worst came to worst, she'd go in for a bit, see how it was, and then tell the rest of them she had to go home early or something if she ended up feeling too tired.

Gathering her courage, she opened the door and stumbled into the room... only just barely avoided colliding into someone. A purple-haired chick... or at least she assumed it was chick, with that long hair. "Sorry," she grunted, while secretly thinking, 'Watch where you're standing, ditz! People are walking here!'

[nichinichisou]

ayy lmao
Lillith Marjo

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 4TH
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what is school
"school
sko͞ol
noun
1.
an institution for educating children.
synonyms: educational institution; More
the buildings used by an institution for educating children.
plural noun: school
a day's work at school; lessons.
2.
any institution at which instruction is given in a particular discipline."
okay
what are men
"plural form of man."
Google didn't give Lillith the answers she wanted, as always. She thought maybe someone would have been able to change the definitions someday, like this;
"school is shit"
and
"men have dicks"
but that never happened, so Lillith couldn't get any good laughs. She sighed, and put her phone into her pocket. Maybe this whole S.P.I.R.I.T (everyone saw what you fucking did there) thing wasn't that good of an idea. Hell, maybe this supernatural shit isn't true, maybe it was just some shit people made up to fool the entire world, and maybe it worked. What was the use of this club, anyways, to catch fucking ghosts or something? Or maybe it was to look like complete idiots to all who weren't in the club. What if the leader of the club wanted to make them look like idiots.

Who the hell is Angie Anderson?

AA, All Asshole, maybe that was her real name? Yes, that would look perfect on a birth certificate, "All Asshole." The Asshole name must have been an ancient family that ruled the earth within the before times, and they were all superpowerful ghostly creatures.

Or Lillith was just being an idiot and stalling herself from going into the biology classroom.

Yeah, it was probably that one. For the short girl hadn't thought this through, exactly. She just liked creepy shit, and she didn't join any other clubs, so she joined this one. That seemed to be her only reason, as she had no other one.
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FRIDAY
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3:33 PM
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Lillith took a deep breath, and walked forwards. However, she had not noticed the four idiots standing there. One of them happened to be the popular Victoria Harris, another was a chick with long purple hair, the third was someone who had pushed the purple-haired chick out of the way, and the fourth was a fucker with an annoying clicking pen. click
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FRIDAY
SEPTEMBER 4TH
3:35 PM
GET ANGRY AT IDIOT WITH CLICKING PEN
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WHEN WILL THIS MADNESS END
All Lillith could hear was the clicking of the pen within her mind, she could not unhear it due to the amount of times the pen was clicked. Maybe she could cut her ears off, and then it would stop? Or just fucking RUN into a nearby wall? Or she could just walk away from this pile 'o idiots, and get the rest of her Friday off to play games.

Or she could go to the nearest table, which a girl, most likely All Asshole, had been sitting at, and smashed her face into it about five times. Smash. "Please help me."

Smash.

"I hate pens."

Smash.

"The all-seeing pen god is haunting me."

Smash.

"Someone please find a way to save me from this pen-clicking madman."

Smash.

"What is life. Is life pens? Is pens the penning of pen the pens of pens of penning pens of pens pens pens pens pen pens pen pen pen pen click clack click clack pens pens pens pens pens pens?"

This was the most important question in the history of the universe.
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end simulation

save me god

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

Well, people were certainly showing up, alright.

Andy looked up in interest as someone very, very familiar stepped into the room: Tori Harris, the school's very own queen bee. He'd just been thinking about her, actually. Pretty, but yeah. Not really his type. And then, less than a second or two after she walked in-- another familiar face!

Although... he couldn’t actually put a name to that face. Who was this person, this being who towered over everyone else, blatantly flaunting dress code with their long, flowing purple hair? He'd definitely seen them around before. Kind of hard to forget that hair.

In fact, Andy was sure that this very tall and rather androgynously good-looking person was in his AP Biology class. And also possibly in his AP Calculus class. Maybe.

He was pretty sure that he'd loaned, uh… (him? her?) this person a pen, once.

Andy suddenly felt vaguely ashamed of himself. What kind of club president was he, that he couldn't even tell what gender one of his club members was, let alone remember their name? If he'd never met them before, then that would be fine... but she had. This person was even in her Calculus class. Uh, probably.

He resolved to do better.

Two more people, both girls. He didn’t recognize either of them. One of them was short and looked rather sleep-deprived, while the other had bright red hair, and seemed kind of… pushy?

Literally. Literally pushy. She’d shoved Tall Person into the room to take a photograph of Victoria. Huh…

She also already seemed to be asking Victoria questions, notepad and ballpoint pen in hand.

Whatever was going on, they were blocking the entrance. Which meant that Andy should probably do something.

"I'm sure your lovely fans would love to know why you, little miss perfect is joining this club, hmm?” the pushy girl was saying. “I mean...you don't really believe in ghosts and stuff, do you?"

Andy stretched, the muscles in his arms feeling oddly tight, and got to his feet. The chair creaked as he stood, and then—

The first thing that happened was that a second short girl --and this one was even shorter than the first one-- pushed her way past the group standing in the hallway.

The second thing that happened was that the second short girl then proceeded to make her way over to Andy… and smashed her head against the desk. Andy stared, wide-eyed.

What the ever-loving fuck?

"Please help me.”

And then she did it again. "I hate pens."

By the third smash, Andy had pretty much stopped registering what the girl was saying in between smashes, even though that... seemed pretty entertaining on its own: "The all-seeing pen god is haunting me,” and then "Someone please find a way to save me from this pen-clicking madman,” and then "What is life. Is life pens? Is pens the penning of pen the pens of pens of penning pens of pens pens pens pens pen pens pen pen pen pen click clack click clack pens pens pens pens pens pens?"

Pen... god? Well, Andy wasn't one to question someone else's religious beliefs. He didn't bother contemplating it.

Instead, he occupied herself with awkwardly tugging Head-Smashing Girl away the desk. Because… yeah. That probably wasn’t a good idea.

“Woah there,” said Andy. “Don’t, uh… hurt yourself. You’re joining the club, right? Maybe you should… sit down. Yeah. I’m Andy, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

He steered the girl to a second desk at the front of the classroom, pulled out the chair for her, and sat her down. “No more head-smashing for you,” he said firmly. “Self-harm doesn’t help anything. I’ll… just go talk to the girl with the pen.”

Okay. So the head-smashing issue was solved, at least temporarily. And now… the people blocking the entrance.

To the doorway he went, where the cluster of people still seemed to be gathered. Andy smiled ruefully. “Sorry to interrupt. I’m Andy Anderson, club president. Great to meet you all. You’re here for the S.P.I.R.I.T. club, right? Why don’t you come on in?”

And with that, he ushered them all into the room properly. “You should probably stop with the pen-clicking,” he advised the redhead, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “To prevent further, ah… injuries.”

So this was a rather peculiar start to the first S.P.I.R.I.T. meeting. But no matter! This was going to be amazing-- Andy just knew it. Heck, he even had an awesome first case for them to investigate, and he couldn’t wait to tell them about it!

But first… everyone needed to show up. They were still missing, uh… three people? Or something. It seemed like that, anyway.

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

Tori was just about walk into the club when flashes flickered, instantly blinding her. Blinking for several moments, Tori's eyes finally adjusted and she could see who was taking pictures. It wasn't a surprise to find none other than Sidney Garland standing in front of her. Just what I needed... Sidney always seemed to be around whenever drama came up, she was after all one of the school reporters. Not only was it inconvenient, but completely annoying. Half of what she gossiped about wasn't even true. Weren't journalists suppose to report the complete truth? How did Sidney even know Tori was here? Tori bit her soft pink lips, hoping the situation wouldn't turn into some fantasy story attacking her.

"I'm sure your lovely fans would love to know why you, little miss perfect is joining this club, hmm? I mean...you don't really believe in ghosts and stuff, do you?" Sidney asked, bombarding her with questions.

Before Tori had time to reply to Sidney, a delinquent girl, rambling about pen gods and other nonsense, rushed in and smashed her head against the desk where Anndy Anderson, the president of the club, was sitting at.I knew this club was going to be strange but this? Stepping into the room was getting harder every second. Maybe this was a bad idea? She didn't have long to divulge into her thoughts when Andy walked up to them.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m Andy Anderson, club president. Great to meet you all. You’re here for the S.P.I.R.I.T. club, right? Why don’t you come on in?” Andy said, inviting them in. Tori hesitated, not only because she was unsure about coming, but because Sidney would be following her in. The girl was absolutely ruthless and would go to any lengths to get a juicy story. Today the topic would no doubt be about her.

“You should probably stop with the pen-clicking, to prevent further, ah… injuries." Andy said to Sidney. This president was hilarious if he thought he could get Sidney do what she was told. This girl was a journalist for goodness sake, one who only listened to things that pertained to upcoming stories. Tori was sure the troublesome girl didn't even have friends, due to her constant gossiping.

"Thank you, Angie. I'll come in just a second, She said to Andy, and turned to Sidney "Hello Sidney! How are you doing? I haven't talked to you for ages but it seems you know what I've been up to. I'd appreciate it you didn't use my pictures in any newspaper, blogs, or wherever else you post your stories. My father would extremely be against that, and well, you know my dad. Anyway, I guess I better go inside. It was nice seeing you!" Tori said, hoping to get the pesky reporter out of her business. Coming to this club was hard enough without dealing with Sidney. She wouldn't be surprised if news of her joining the club circulated the school by tomorrow morning. Not that Tori cared of course, that was the whole point of joining the club, to let the student body know she was just as much human as they were.

Not even looking back at Sidney, Tori walked into the Biology classroom and took a seat in the middle of the room. She smiled at Andy. They had never met before but Tori assumed Andy already knew her. Assessing the boy's looks, she almost snorted at his nerdy glasses. Why are you being so mean again! Stop it! She yelled at herself. No matter how hard she tried, Tori always seemed to judge people by their clothes, shoes, makeup, anything she found that wasn't up to her standards. She hated herself for it.

Looking around the room, she that found five people, including herself, were there. The only person she seemed to know was Sidney. Someone with long dark hair also stood in the room. Boy, girl? Tori really couldn't tell. It didn't really matter though, she only hoped that he or she wouldn't stir anymore trouble. The mad pen girl, who had stormed in earlier, was also in the room. She hated problematic kids, couldn't they just pull themselves together for school? They thought they could do whatever they wanted without facing the consequences. She rolled her dark green eyes in annoyance and stared out of the class window, her mind wandering off into careless daydreams.

[Ogo]

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Sometimes the stars in the heavens align and deem it fitting to bless someone with extraordinarily good fortune. Judging by the beautiful paper taped to his locker door, he could only assume that this time, it was he upon whom would be smiled by the gods above.

Finally, a school with some class.

The beautiful boy reached out and pulled the flier from the locker. In eight words, the small piece of paper managed to shoo away the dreary doom that clung to the young Mr. Cunningham. In eight words, he had found his ticket away from these lowly, revolting, cultureless plebeians. In eight words, he had found his destiny. He beamed down at the flier, and continued on his way.

Edison High Theatre Club
Presents:
West Side Story

He was grinning ear to ear, positively bursting with excitement. He closed his eyes, and took a dive headfirst into the future.

He broke through the surface, which rippled out, slowly blotting out the light.

Darkness draped all as fog began to swell, softly caressing the faces of all in attendance.

A lone light splits the darkness and the fog, illuminating a small circle. And who would be in that circle? None other than Tony, belting out a beautiful melody, melting the hearts of all in attendance. Grown men would weep. Women would swoon. Children would be stricken with awe, inspired to hopelessly chase the man into the greatness, to follow in steps they would never be able to fill. For there was only one that could take the role of Tony and soar to heights beyond the comprehension of low folk: the burden would lie solely on the shoulders of Brody Cunningham, thespian extraordinaire.

It was a monstrous responsibility, but who else could bring the same raw talent to the role? Who else could be the vocal juggernaut worthy of stepping into those fabulous shoes? It would be a slight to the Broadway Gods were he to allow some knuckledragger to fumble “One Hand, One Heart”, and an outright crime were it to butcher “Maria.”

Thus it was settled. Brody would play Tony. He would just have to let the drones know. Perhaps in song.

Brody reached into his pocket and pulled out a large white cell phone, a Samsung Galaxy Note 4. With a quick swipe of his finger, the phone sprung to life. While placing the white earbuds in, he tapped the small music icon, tapped on playlist, then on the one labeled “West Side Story”.

Something’s Coming

♫Could beeeeee!♫

♫Who knoooows?♫

Simply perfection.

♫There’s something due any day;♫

♫I will know right away♫

Brody felt the urge to, uhm…remove waste, and thus redirected to the nearest bathroom. Honestly, he would have changed courses even were he to see a tile with a color he didn’t quite fancy. Anything to delay the inevitable. His idea was grand, you see, but it didn’t quite mean he was all too thrilled about it. Still, with his new destiny decided, all that it meant was that he had to suffer through what, a couple months of dweebdom? Then he be catapulted into the spotlight, and ascend to bigger and greater things. Why, he wouldn’t be surprised if he were asked to Broadway immediately after his big number.

He slid into the bathroom, catching the door before it shut. Some reject with disgustingly loud purple hair had just left it. And gotten some odd looks from a couple passing by. He didn’t blame them. Long hair? On a guy, which it would have to have been a guy after coming out of the men’s restroom, otherwise he was about to stumble upon some juicy information...anyway, it just didn’t work. Ever. Swerve.

The door shut, and Brody quickly glanced at the stalls. Empty. Urinals? Empty. Sinks?

Empty.

♫Soon as it shoooows.♫

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. Brody shuffled forward, adding his voice to Jimmy Bryant’s lovely pipes.

“♫It may come cannonballing down through the sky, gleam in it’s eye, bright as a rose!♫”

He slid to his knees, before spinning back his feet and backstepping towards the far wall.

“♫Who knows? It's only just out of reach, down the block, on a beach, under a treeeee♫”

He pranced about the tiles before stopping before a sink and catching his gaze in the mirror.

“♫I got a feeling there's a miracle due gonna come true, comin' to me♫”

The song continued, but Brody bowed out, pulling his earbuds out and turning off his phone. He took a long hard look at himself. Or rather at his clothes. Royal blue single breasted three-piece suit? Check. Gorgeous white dress shirt? Check. Sharp red bowtie and rockin’ white pocket square? Check.

Brody laughed. At times, he felt so very much on point, that he couldn’t help but fall in love with himself all over again. Why he could get lost in his eyes…

…

Wasn’t he going somewhere?

…

Oh, right. The geek convention. Brody sighed. Oh well. Such was the price of fame. He crossed to a urinal and did his business, then returned to a sink and washed his hands.

The bathroom door opened and someone strolled in, hurrying to one of the stalls. Brody hurried himself, finishing up his cleaning and wiping his hands clean with a paper towel before running out of the bathroom. He couldn’t stand to hear people in the bathroom. Private time should be exactly that. Private. He would rather not listen to anyone go about their business nor would he want them to listen to his own. It was just disgusting and weird.

Why couldn’t this pedestrian school have private bathrooms?

He nearly collided with a small guy who was hurrying to the bathroom himself. Did everyone at this school run off the same personal schedule?

Brody stopped, scoffed, and stared. The nerve of the little rat, which based off the kid’s face was a far too kind way of putting things, actually getting in the way of Brody Cunningham. A look of open-mouthed disgust hung on the boy’s face as leered at the underclassman, who was just looking up at the dapper gent with a confused look on his face.

Finally, he got annoyed.

“Well? Your apology, ratboy?”

The kid continued looking at Brody, slightly stunned.

“Oh, honey, are you really both deaf and ugly? Or just dumb and ugly?”

Brody rolled his eyes and scoffed again before stepping forward. The boy seemed to be looking for a retort, but couldn’t seem to find one. He stood with his lips flapping yet no sound coming out.

“Shoo shoo, ratboy. I’ve got better things to do than have a hideous, little, idiot ratboy gawking at me.”

He practically spat the insult at the kid before placing a hand against the side of Ratboy’s head and pushing him aside. Brody sauntered on past, feeling super. Chin up, chest out, shoulders back, and a spring in his step.

“Fag.”

Brody turned back, his mouth hanging slack, but Ratboy was already gone. Off to the bathroom. Or perhaps off to his little rathole where he would fight for scraps and hopefully be eaten by the Mama Rat. He turned back, a false smile on his lips concealing the scowl in his eyes. Whatever. Fuck that kid. He wasn’t even worth the effort or the wrinkles. Definitely not the wrinkles.

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Brody stopped at the end of the hall. Just a few more feet and he’d be at the Biology room.

To join the ghostbuster club.

…

He didn’t even like the movie, and now he was going to join some fanclub? Well, whatever. Bill Murray, Sigourney Weaver, Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis. Drop the names and skid by from there. Sounded like a plan really.

…

Oh hell no.

At the entrance to the Biology room stood two ladies. Brody knew both of them at once. The nosey ginger brat was Sidney Garland. She dressed like a slob, and acted like more spazzy Nancy Grace. But somehow she was one of the linchpins of the Edison High rumor mill. Just about anything anyone had ever heard about anyone else had probably passed through her sleazy lips early one. Information is king, and this chick was information.

He’d wonder why she was at some gathering of losers ( _{alright, so probably not. She fits right in.)} but the girl she was most likely harassing said it all.

Victoria Harris.

Victoria fucking Harris.

Young, beautiful, fashionable, perfect Victoria-fucking-Harris.

He hadn’t been going to Edison long, but he definitely knew who was on top of the food chain. Tori fucking Harris. Brody hated her with a passion. She was perhaps the biggest obstacle standing between Brody and High School glory. She was everything he wanted to be. The school’s resident Queen, as it were.

He grinned.

Well, Queen Bitch, looks like some good old fashioned regicide is in order. The throne is mine.

Whori-Tori entered the classroom, and that was enough to snap any semblance of a good mood Brody might have had.

^Oh HELL _no.

That Bitch was NOT about to steal HIS idea. HE was the one that was going to use these freaks and losers to boost their rep, not Goodie-Goodie Dumbslut.

…

Or wait.

Or maybe this could be the best course of action.

An evil little smirk sprouted on Brody.

If she was going to join Losers-R-Us, and so was he, surely they’d be spending quite a bit of time together. And as far as he knew, he hadn’t exactly done anything to her to give her any reason to dislike him. No, it could be quite opposite, really. Ever since his start, he had been wooing the upper echelon of Edison society. And for the most part, he had been accepted. Maybe not all the way in, but close enough. Surely he would be the closest to her standing. Why, if the little slut had been feeling any hard doubts about joining in, she might breathe a sigh of relief at seeing someone like him join in too. That would give him the perfect opportunity to get close to her, to earn her trust, to be her ‘friend’.

Then he could fucking destroy her.

It was perfect. It was everything he could ever ask for. Not only would his reputation amongst the commoners rise, he would manage to tear down the Queen Bee, eliminating his chief rival for High School royalty.

Fabulous.

Brody readied himself. His entrance had to be perfect. With Tori in the midst, it was a whole new ballgame. Originally he had planned on just, well, checking out. Be seen, not heard.

But now?

Now he would dazzle them.

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On with the false smile…

Got to make sure everything is tucked…

Smooth out any wrinkles on the jacket and straighten the bowtie.

Brody even popped in a mint.

He was perfect.

Showtime.

Brody made his way down the hall to the Biology room. Someone had just stepped out to invite them inside. Tori said something to Sidney and went in. Brody waited a few moments, don’t seem too eager, then entered after the girls.

...

Oh dear.

It was worse than he had imagined. Let’s run through the damages, shall we?

Lillith Marjo? Now that’s a loser that knows how to be a loser. Despite physically looking like a rejected applicant for one of the Seven Dwarves, she’s got some semblance of style going for her, even if it is the whole, lesbo-chic look. From what Brody had gathered, and with her being as nonexistent on the social food chain as she was it wasn’t a lot, she was a gah-gah-gah-geek, but supposedly had a decent voice. There may be a slight chance of making her less of a reject, but Brodie wasn’t about to bet on it. But at least she was better than…

Deborah something...a shapeless tent with feet. Seriously, did she just go a round with Ronda Rousey? Those bags have bags. And that hair...it’s like she dipped it in tar. It doesn’t help that she has the personality of a wet log. Goth was dead before you were ever born, sweetie. There’s no saving her. Swerve and a half.

The asian one...Oh, that was Violet, right? Okay, yeah, that could work. She wasn’t too much of a social threat, and unlike the rest of these losers, she wasn’t a complete freak of nat- Wait, what happened to her bosom? Oh no. No. Please. Yeah, that wasn’t Violet. It was the other one. The guy. Nevermind. This one was hopeless too.

Then there was, of course, Queen Bitch and Spazmouth.

...

Huh. He missed one.

Andy Anderson. He's that uh...that meganerd, right? Like, insanely smart teacher's pet, yeah? And...Huh. Surprisingly enough, he uh, well, he uh... Boring clothes. He had boring clothes. His body wasn't that bad, so show it off a bit. Make a louder statement. And those goddamn glasses could go. They hid his eyes. And...uh...ahem, his eyes were cu- What the hell was he thinking? This loser was just that, a useless, social reject. A tryhard. A witchbitch. A freak trying to build a stable of freaks, his very own Cirque du Soleil. Well, Lord of Losers, prepare for your coronation, for your court has arrived.

Brody wept on the inside. This was a risky plan. Why, he was most likely committing social suicide with this move. Forget tearing down Tori, she was doing it to herself. But he had come too far now. Plan A was in full effect. Might as well plunge in and hope for the best.

And so he did.

“Calm yourselves, ladies…”

Brody struck a pose: crossing one leg behind the other, with the toe barely touching the ground; gripped his jacket by the waist, left hand higher than the right, exposing a gorgeous gold watch; turning his head off to the left, staring into the distance, left shoulder lower than the right.

“Brody Cunningham has arrived.”

He turned his gaze back to the girls and Andy, flashing his bright, white smile. He glanced to the nearby clock.

“Fashionably late, of course.”

Ding.

Perfect.

That’s a wrap, folks.

Eat your heart out, Robert Downey Jr.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

While waiting for a reply, Sidney kept clicking her pen. A bad habit that she didn't know where exactly she picked up, it just sort of happened one day. She found it oddly relaxing when she was waiting on something. Of course, other people found it annoying, which probably also played a bit of a role in it. Thankfully for anyone who might have found it annoying, the clicking was cut short by Andy walking over, granting them a brief reprieve from the sound of the pen god following them.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m Andy Anderson, president of this club! Great to meet you all. You’re here for the S.P.I.R.I.T. club, right? Why don’t you come on in?”

huh. So this was the president of the club? Andy Anderson...Sid couldn't really say she knew the guy that well. She heard a few things, like she was the serious teachers pet sort...so why was he starting a club like this? Rumors and such were just that after all, and maybe her information was a bit wrong...either way, she would make sure to thoroughly investigate. Ooh. Maybe she secretly loved occult stuff?! That, would make for an interesting little piece on her blog definitely! Ooh, this was already turning out to be a great source of information and potentially earth-shattering stories!

“You should probably stop with the pen-clicking, To prevent further, ah… injuries.”

She was then, ushered into the room by Andy. Not that she minded, she was on her way in anyways. What interested her though, was the injury part.

CLICK!

"Ooh? Sorrry."

CLICK!

"Bad habit,"

CLICK!

"Helps me think,

CLICK!

"And focus, is all.

CLICK!

"Hello Sidney! How are you doing? I haven't talked to you for ages but it seems you know what I've been up to. I'd appreciate it you didn't use my pictures in any newspaper, blogs, or wherever else you post your stories. My father would extremely be against that, and well, you know my dad. Anyway, I guess I better go inside. It was nice seeing you!"

Her clicking was momentarily interrupted by Tori finally replying to her. Good! Juicy stuff inbound! Hello! She stopped clicking her pen and positioned it over her notepad, prepared to write. Unfortunately, it seemed she was going to have to work a bit for her story today. Well, she doubted Tori would want gum...sooo...maybe mister Lincoln could help in that department once they got seated. Tori started trying to escape, but no, she wasn't going to let the girl get away so easily! Once she had targeted her prey, there was no escape.

none.

CLICK! click click click click click click!

The clicking continued all the way until she found her seat, right next to Tori. She sat the notepad on the desk, pen laying across the pages as she took out her camera again, snapping another picture of the oh so popular Victoria, just to get her attention again.

CLICK!

"Aww, but where would the fun in that be?~" She playfully questioned the other girl. "Come ooon~ There's no such thing as bad press as they say! So come on, you can tell me! It'll be fun anyways! After all, people are going to know anyways! Might as well give them a reason for joining! After all, some might start to question your popularity unless you can give a solid reason!"

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

Before she could get a response though, someone else had entered the room.

Brody Cunningham.

ooooh, yes. Coming here was the best decision she had made this year! She could smell the highshcool drama and juicy gossip already! It was so close she could almost taste it!

"Calm yourselves, ladies…”

Despite what some people might say about Brody, she had no problems with the guy. Of course, he may not have liked her a whole lot, but she didn't have that many friends...or any, really, to begin with. But she didn't mind. Information, was her game, and when someone wanted to know something...well, she could find it easily.

“Brody Cunningham has arrived.”

She let out a small giggle along with another click of her pen.
CLICK!

“Fashionably late, of course.”

"Well hello to you too, Brody." She stifled another giggle. CLICK! "Making a fabulous entrance as always. Didn't expect to see you here! or Victoria here for that matter~"

Ahhh...today, was a good day. A very, very, good day. Now, if only she could get Tori to talk...

[XxFellsingxX]

☆ Deborah Wright ☆

Only seconds after Deborah had stepped into the classroom, chaos ensued. Some girl, smaller than Debs herself, rushed into the classroom, marched over to the teacher's desk and started smashing her head into the table.

Debs raised an eyebrow. Well, she tried to raise an eyebrow, but she ended up raising both eyebrows instead. "And I thought I was having a bad day," Debs muttered under her breath as she watched a dark-haired boy having to pry Head-Smashing Girl off the desk and sat her down in a nearby chair. Well, at least she'd knew one person here was sensible.

"Haha! So, never expected to find you of all people here Victoria!"

"Huh?" Deborah turned her head slightly to see a rather loud red-haired girl questioning... Victoria Harris? As in queen bee, super-pretty, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth Victoria Harris?

Oh great. Had Debs fallen asleep again without noticing? This has to be another dream. Debs pinched her forearm, and was shocked with how painful it was.

"So, what's the resident queen bee of Edison high doing here? You're joining SPIRIT, aren't you? I'm sure your lovely fans would love to know why you, little miss perfect is joining this club, hmm? I mean...you don't really believe in ghosts and stuff, do you?" loud-mouth girl continued grilling Victoria, and Debs couldn't help wonder the same thing. She didn't know Victoria that well. Heck, she didn't even thing they had been in near the vicinity of the girl before, but Debs had heard enough gossip from her classmates to know that Victoria Harris didn't belong in a club like this.

So why was she here?

Well, Debs didn't know that. What she did know is that Victoria obviously wasn't entirely comfortable with talking to Miss Nosey, and Debs felt a little sorry for her. It must be hard always being in the spotlight, everyone recognising you wherever you went, and Debs was once again thankful that she herself was a loner, an unknown. She could do whatever she pleased and no one could really judge her. Not anymore than they already did anyway.

Just as Debs considered trying to intervene and try to come to Victoria's rescue - though she doubted the blonde would really appreciate being helped by one of the school 'losers' - the dark-haired boy approached. “Sorry to interrupt. I’m Andy Anderson, club president. Great to meet you all. You’re here for the S.P.I.R.I.T. club, right? Why don’t you come on in?” he said, ushering them into the classroom. Oh, so this was the mysterious club leader? Debs didn't know him personally - she didn't really know anyone here personally - but she did recall seeing him a couple of times here and there, though she'd never known what his name was. Once again, she had to applaud how calm he was, despite the fact that starting up this club was pretty much like opening up a Pandora's Box of chaos.

“You should probably stop with the pen-clicking, to prevent further, ah… injuries," Andy continued, addressing Red. As he spoke, he nodded towards Head-Bashing Girl.

As the group started to head into the classroom, however, Red didn't take the hint. "Ooh? Sorrry. Bad habit, helps me think, and focus, is all," she said. Despite her words, however, she had already resumed clicking her pen.

Debs already didn't like this girl, and kind of wished she had stepped in and punched her in the face while she was bothering Victoria.

Although, to her credit, Victoria didn't seem to need intervention. "Hello Sidney! How are you doing? I haven't talked to you for ages but it seems you know what I've been up to. I'd appreciate it you didn't use my pictures in any newspaper, blogs, or wherever else you post your stories. My father would extremely be against that, and well, you know my dad. Anyway, I guess I better go inside. It was nice seeing you!" Seemed Tori was going the Buddha route and turning the other cheek. Well, she definitely earned at least five respect points from Debs, but then again, when you're the centre of attention most of the time, you're probably master of public persona.

Upon entering the class, Debs immediately picked a chair out and slumped down into it with a relieved sigh. She leaned back in her seat and put her arms at the back of her head, feeling strangely relaxed now she wasn't standing about idly.

"So, is this everyone?" Debs asked, looking over at Andy. "We can't be waiting for anyone els-"

“Calm yourselves, ladies…”

Oh no.

“Brody Cunningham has arrived. Fashionably late, of course.”

Debs' relaxed pose came to an abrupt end and she buried her face in her hands. "Dear God, please kill me now," she groaned. What was this douche-bag doing here?

Unlike Tori, she had met Brody Cunningham, albeit briefly, and she'd quickly deduced that the boy was totally in love with himself. The world may have revolved around Victoria, but to Brody, he was the centre of the universe, and Debs couldn't stand people like that.

Debs pinched herself again just to make sure she wasn't trapped in a nightmare, but once again, the pain told her she was fully awake.

'Now I want to smash my head against the teacher's desk,' Debs thought to herself.

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

As the boy entered the room, he barely had any time to react to anything before him as someone from behind him screeched at him before ramming into Gray, causing him to slightly move forward. However, due to being unprepared and uncoordinated, he caught himself with his feet and tripped over himself. He ended up twisting around, landing on his butt, slightly wincing in pain as he looked at the fiery red headed chick who shoved him out of the way just to take pictures of some girl. He had no idea who these people were and he was already off to a bad start. With a huff, he pushed himself up, rubbing his behind before responding in his regular voice.

"Ugh, can you please be a bit more patient next time, please? I honestly don't know what's so special about this Victoria chick, or any of this bee stuff, but I'm sure you could of waited instead of shoving me out of the way. I don't think any of us are in a rush to go anywhere. Also missy with the black-hair, no need to apologize as it isn't your fault. Lost my balance, that's all... Anyways..."

The boy brushed himself off, looking around the room which was now filling itself to the brim with people. He slightly observed the ongoing situations as some peculiar girl was bashing her brains in, rambling consistantly about pens and how she hated the clicking. He could only stare at the girl blankly, trying to process what was going through her head. This warranted so much befuddlement, and thankfully he found focus on someone else as soon as the leader of this whole club interjected himself into the fray and moved the really short girl she couldn't harm herself even further.

"Ok... that was... something."

After mentally facepalming at what transpired he finally managed to recall the face and name of the person in those classes, completely sure that he took a few of the same classes as Andy. Looks like he would be interacting with him on a regular basis in each of his classes. Anyways, after the assault of flashes and everyone else entering in, he did a recheck on what he learnt so he wouldn't forget. Victoria was the blonde chick and was known as some queen bee or something? Sidney was some fiery reporter searching for a story... and seemingly wanted to get things finished quickly. And finally, Andy was the boy with glasses who he recalled was in a few classes with him. Alright, so there were a bunch of pretty girls and a handsome guy in this room.

Well, make that two handsome guys and a pretty boy(himself) as he saw a familiar face appear in front of the door. Wasn't he the guy he saw going into the bathroom? Yeah, he was sure of it. He studied people to a point where he could slightly see them for who they were, and for the most part he could tell that this actor needed to exit stage right and just be himself. Fake smile, looking like a wannabe cool kid being late and such while dressing up in ok clothing. He wasn't too good with fashion, but as long as he is being himself with something, it was all good then.

As he made his grandeur entrance, he decided to finally enter too, making his way into the biology as he walked passed the stylish looking guy. He let out a huff, further looking around the classroom before studying the people again. His thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of the fiery red-head who was obviously doing it on purpose to drive the other girl insane. Even worse was the girl was assaulting Tori with questions even though she wasn't in the mood. With a brief sigh, he began walking towards the two, not daring to point out the facade Brody was putting up. As the boy traversed slowly towards the two, he began to speak directly to the wannabe reporter-

"Hey, Sidney? That's your name, right? Maybe you co-"

before tripping over himself, tipping over and falling as the world slightly slower itself around him. He could only brace himself as he gripped his teeth, slamming himself directly onto the ground. He winced at the pain which he found embracing his chest as he lied on the cold floor, slightly embarrassed at the current predicament he managed to get roped into. He shoved himself up from his current position, brushing himself off as he stayed on one knee before completely recovering from his fall. Gray completely stood erect in front of the duo with a slightly irritated blush on his face. As he finished brushing his pants off, he stared at the girl with a smile on his face, his eyes appearing to demand something from the girl.

"Anyways, before I was cut off due to me tripping... mind if I borrow that pen since your not really using it for anything right now? Plus, could you leave Tori alone as its obvious she doesn't want the paparazzi bothering her. Could you please save your questions for when she's in the mood?"

Even though he was appealing to her in what appeared to be a friendly way, there was a bit of assertion in his voice, though it was very mild. His motives wern't easy to spot, but he made it blandly obvious to what he currently wanted done. Gray could only hope the shops would cooperate and not resist as he stared the girl down. He was slightly trying to pressure her into backing down, but he wasn't completely sure that she would fall for his tricks. If things didn't go in his favor, he could always forcibly move her away by tugging her chair to a different locale and taking her pen away. Even though he didn't enjoy what he was doing, others didn't enjoy being pestered with questions or by her consistant pen clicking and from what he could perceive, he felt it needed to end before it got worse.

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

There are three things that are important to know about Andy Anderson before we continue too far along with this chronicle.

The first of these things was this. Despite the fact that his parents were somewhat eccentric and saw no problem with expressing frequently to him that they wished he had been a girl so that they could have named him ‘Angie’, Andy Anderson was in fact a healthy teenaged boy.

The second of these things was that there was basically nothing in this world that Andy liked more than the supernatural and the paranormal. Sure, he was a bit of a nerd, and rather enjoyed studying. Sure, baseball was plenty fun, as long as no one was expecting him to actually catch the ball at any point in time. But those things didn’t hold a candle to a good ghost story, or a few hours spent researching the haunted bathroom on the second floor.

The third of these things was that while nothing could overshadow Andy’s affection for the occult… there was one thing that perhaps came close. And that was the fact that Andy Anderson was, in fact, a sucker for a good-looking, well-crafted watch.

And why, pray tell, was this important? Well, you’ll see soon enough.

"Thank you, Andy. I'll come in just a second,” said Victoria, and turned to Sidney. "Hello Sidney! How are you doing? I haven't talked to you for ages but it seems you know what I've been up to. I'd appreciate it you didn't use my pictures in any newspaper, blogs, or wherever else you post your stories. My father would extremely be against that, and well, you know my dad. Anyway, I guess I better go inside. It was nice seeing you!"

Well, Victoria certainly seemed pleasant. She smiled at him as he ushered people into the room, finding a seat fairly quickly. Sidney sat herself down next to the other girl, clicking her pen all the while. Perhaps the two were friends? Andy adjusted his glasses. Victoria’s reputation as the most popular girl in the school certainly didn’t seem unwarranted.

The kid with the long purple hair –-seriously, what was his name?— picked himself off the floor. "Ugh, can you please be a bit more patient next time, please? I honestly don't know what's so special about this Victoria chick, or any of this bee stuff,” he said. “But I'm sure you could of waited instead of shoving me out of the way. I don't think any of us are in a rush to go anywhere. Also missy with the black-hair, no need to apologize as it isn't your fault. Lost my balance, that's all... Anyways…”

He sounded a little agitated. Was he okay? It was important for Andy to keep tabs on the mental conditions of his club members, after all. To be fair, though, he had just been tripped. And bumped into.

“Hey, Sidney? That's your name, right? Maybe you co-"

And then he tripped again. Andy winced in sympathy.

"So, is this everyone?" said Short Girl One. She’d made her way to a seat and slumped into it. "We can't be waiting for anyone els-"

And that, of course, was when Brody Cunningham made his big entrance.

“Calm yourselves, ladies…”

He seemed to be… striking a pose? And a very fancy pose it was, too. Like a model… he was certainly good-looking enough to be one. Crossed legs, head turned to the side, one shoulder slightly raised—

Woah. That was a nice watch. Shiny and elegant— everything a watch was supposed to be. Andy didn’t have much of a sense of fashion (he wore jeans and a t-shirt everyday, of course he didn’t), but he knew his watches.

And yes. That was, in fact, a nice watch.

The gold was a little bit too flashy for his own tastes, though. Andy preferred silver himself. But—

There was a train of thought lying in wait for him here that he was definitely not about to pursue. Nope nope nope nope. Stay professional, Andy. You can do it.

He glanced away, cheeks coloring a little, and checked at his own watch, which happened to be silver, classily understated and functional. 3:32 PM.

“Brody Cunningham has arrived. Fashionably late, of course.”

Well, fair enough. He was late. Not as late as some other people, though. In the future, he’d have to be on time… but Andy would let it slide for the first meeting. Yeah.

"Dear God, please kill me now," said Short Girl One. Andy looked over at her, startled. Surely she didn’t mean that.

"Well hello to you too, Brody." Sidney stifled a giggle. "Making a fabulous entrance as always. Didn't expect to see you here! or Victoria here for that matter~"

Androdygnous tall dude --because that was definitely a male voice, now that Andy thought about it-- picked himself up off the floor. He was blushing. And sounded… a little upset. "Anyways, before I was cut off due to me tripping... mind if I borrow that pen since your not really using it for anything right now? Plus, could you leave Tori alone as its obvious she doesn't want the paparazzi bothering her. Could you please save your questions for when she's in the mood?"

Andy cleared his throat, and smiled at his club. It looked like a lot of them already knew each other. And they certainly seemed like a good group of people. Maybe not the group he’d expected, but…

“Okay, guys, settle down,” he said, raising his voice a little. “Why don’t we get started? Make yourselves comfortable, and we’ll go around the room and introduce ourselves. But first… I’m Andy Anderson, a junior. Welcome to S.P.I.R.I.T! As a club, we’re going to be investigating paranormal and supernatural activity throughout Sandalwood.”

They were still missing two of the people who’d signed up --Raul and, uh… Blair?— but they couldn’t wait forever.

“So, what are we doing today?” he continued, suddenly feeling particularly enthusiastic. He always did like talking about his area of expertise. “Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”

He paused. “The haunted girls’ bathroom, right? We’ve all heard the rumors. A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.”

That was a pretty good introduction, wasn’t it…? He hoped it was.

Andy clapped his hands, smiling brightly. “Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

Once again, Tori regretted coming to this bizarre club. This was supposed to be about her finally taking a leap toward freedom, now it was a step toward getting thrown in the dumpster. The more people who walked in the room, the more Tori felt ready to barf. She had never been so confused as to what was going on in her life. Why did she ever think this would be a good idea? The occult meant nothing to her and she'd never met these people, with the exception of Sidney. It's going to be a long rest of the day...

More flashes and pen clicks showed that Sidney, unsurprisingly, had followed Tori inside. That girl just doesn't ever give up. Just smile, breathe, and be the nice girl you're supposed to be. The only way she could beat Sidney at her own game was to be the perfect, stunning girl that everyone thought she was. That was proving to be extremely difficult every second Tori spent at this club. She couldn't help wondering what possible explanations as to why Tori was here Sidney would think of. While she was irritating and bothersome, Sidney was fairly creative.

"Aww, but where would the fun in that be?~" Sidney playfully questioned Tori. "Come ooon~ There's no such thing as bad press as they say! So come on, you can tell me! It'll be fun anyways! After all, people are going to know anyways! Might as well give them a reason for joining! After all, some might start to question your popularity unless you can give a solid reason!"

Was it bad that Tori wanted to throw Sidney out the window? If the girl didn't leave her alone soon, Tori might actually consider it. The constant questioning was becoming a complete bothersome. Tori didn't want to answer Sidney, she didn't even want to talk to her. Thankfully, Tori didn't get the chance to reply because the doors to the biology room were opened and in strutted, if Tori did say so herself, an exceptional stylish boy. Something about him struck Tori as familiar, but she couldn't quite remember who he was.

“Calm yourselves, ladies…” The boy said, striking a rather interesting pose. Sidney started snapping pictures the instant he walked in. Tori knew it was terrible, and wanted to pinch herself for it, but she chuckled at his extreme effort to be fabulous. This poor guy was probably trying super hard to fit in, and Tori couldn't help but laugh at him. What was wrong with her? He'd done nothing to her and she just shot him straight down. It wasn't until he said his name did Tori finally recognize him.

“Brody Cunningham has arrived. Fashionably late, of course.”

Brody Cunningham, the school's showbiz star, someone far more talented than Tori could dream of being. He was fairly new to the school so they hadn't a chance to meet but she'd heard a lot about him, especially about his heavenly voice. There had been multiple times Tori had thought about participating in a school musical, but she never found the time or energy to do it. Singing Opera since she was little, Tori actually had acquired a talented voice of her own, no one in the school was aware of it though. She preffered to keep it that way too for once people were aware she could sing, they would constantly ask her to sing for them and it would completely destroy the meaning of singing. Yeah, she was better off keeping her talent hidden.

"Hey, Sidney? That's your name, right? Maybe you co-" The he/she said, walking up to both Sidney and herself, before falling flat on his face. The moment he hit the ground, Tori gasped in shock. The poor thing! I hope he's alright! A flaming red covered his cheeks as he rose from his fall.

"Anyways, before I was cut off due to me tripping... mind if I borrow that pen since your not really using it for anything right now? Plus, could you leave Tori alone as its obvious she doesn't want the paparazzi bothering her. Could you please save your questions for when she's in the mood?"

Tori was extremely surprised and impressed by the boy's audacious, though awkward, behavior. He seemed to be unaffected by Sidney, the girl who could make you popular in one minute and tear your life upside down in a second. Annoying, but very effective. While his long hair was extremely unattractive and he looked far too much like a girl, Tori instantly liked his calm and daring personality. Not that she would ever date him though, he was far too clumsy for her taste, but she could see them easily becoming friends. Well, once the student body became accepting of everyone, for now she would have to simply follow the status quo. Before Tori had time to thank him, Andy cleared his throat and made an announcement to the club.

“So, what are we doing today? Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”

He paused. “The haunted girls’ bathroom, right? We’ve all heard the rumors. A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.”

Andy clapped his hands, smiling brightly. “Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”

Tori silently moaned. A haunted bathroom? Really? That's what they were going to spend their time doing? This couldn't get anymore absurd. And now they were introducing themselves? Ugh..... Seeing no one reply, Tori decided to take the initiative and go first. If there was anything she could do, it was public speaking.

"Hello everyone. Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all," She said, unsure as how to continue. Tori definitely didn't want to give any reasons about why she was joining, in fear Sidney would twist up the truth and feed it to the student body.

[RainbowReindeer]

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i'm going to kill rpg and its flippin copy + paste

rpg you are dead to me

[nichinichisou]

-post for rairei-

:^) Connie Sweets :^)

He knows in his heart that something was not right. He knows but he doesn't do anything about it. Cold hands reach down, caressing his cheeks. Distant whispers of love failed to reach his ears, bouncing lifelessly like how summer rain patters off of umbrellas. Connie blinked a few times, trying to make out the figure in front of him as he gently smiled. When had she become this blurry and lost? "Yes," he said, his deep voice desperately trying to fill whatever role he was supposed to play. He wrapped his hands over hers, bringing them to his lips. "I love you too."

In the end, they were all the same. Pitiful wretched souls that sucked the life out of others. All of them longed to go back to the nights where the crickets and frogs would chirp their melody of joy. The nights where they had everything they could ask for. When that reality was cruelly ripped away from them and shattered into illusions, they stumbled into a dark hole to reach for the shards. They clutched the broken pieces in their fists, their pale fingers beginning to drip with crimson. With blind eyes, they grabbed the nearest blank canvas, trailing the color over it as they attempted to repaint a picture that was already forgotten.

How funny.

Friday, September 4th

His first year in Edison High in Sandalwood, Oregon. There wasn't much to do compared to Tampa, Florida, but the rural setting would be a good experience. There was no doubt that Connie Sweets was nervous, in fact, he was buzzing with excitement to meet new people. The fairly tall Junior glanced around as he stepped inside the unfamiliar school, finding himself in a mass of teenagers. No one seemed to notice the new kid with dorky glasses, but that was alright with Connie.

He wandered around here and there, his ears catching snippets of many conversations. One caught his interest, the S.P.I.R.I.T club. The kids who were talking about it were smirking, making fun of the club. He walked a bit more, searching for any sort of information about the club. Soon enough, he found the clubs' flyer, attached to the wall as if it was daring a person to join. Connie tilted his head in thought. Yeah, it would be super weird to join a ghost-busters club but he was curious as to who this 'Andy Anderson' was.

In a few short seconds, Connie Sweets decided to visit the club. After all, there was really nothing he could join other than this. He wasn't particularly athletic and art clubs were terribly mundane. The teen walked away, forgetting to sign out the form at the bottom of the flyer.

3:31 PM

Yeah, he was late. Although he didn't want to admit it, Connie was terrible with directions. He must have asked dozens of students and teachers to give him detailed directions to the biology classroom. They only provided him some hand-waving motions that made his head spin. "Head right, keep going straight, then turn left, and then turn left again-" A few seconds ticked by and Connie was about to give up. The classroom was nowhere to be seen.

Then he caught sight of two students, two very familiar students. They were the ones who were joking about the club he was trying to find. He walked up towards them, opening his mouth to greet them before the pair scurried away. Connie paused, dumbfounded. Was he that scary looking? A sigh escaping his lips, he glanced to his left and -

Behold. The biology classroom was right there.

He eagerly barged into the room, not even knocking first because he was just too darn happy that he even found this place. There were already a good amount of people inside and a girl had just finished introducing herself when Connie arrived. He awkwardly hesitated, hand on the door handle as he gazed at everyone.

"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"

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FRIDAY
SEPTEMBER 4TH
CLICK
FUCK.
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Oh, hey, that wasn't Angie Anderson, That was that Andy guy. Wasn't Angie the one who died in freshman year, and was bullied a lot?
Eh.

Click.

Oh, fuck that clickbitch. Apparently she was the Sidney Garland wannabe-shitporter fuck, and she was trying to get Victoria Harris to tell her some shit, probably for her imaginary newspaper.

Click.

Really? Really? It's so obvious now. She's trying to make Lillith headdesk, since as soon as Andy motherfucking Asshole told the Sidney girl to stop, a Krakatoa of clicks came out of nowhere.

Click.

JDKDLENSNS SENENSNSSJWFUCKINGWHORECLICKBITCHDKSOWIAJANSJSIWNSJSIWIWKAMAKKAMSKWKWSOMEONEGETTHEFUCKINGCOLLARAGOODCHOKINGISINFUCKINGORDERFORTHISBICHSKAONWNWJSISKSMWNE

Click.

Fffffffffawwwwwhk.

Lillith saw Benedict Cumberbatch wannabe walk into the Biology classroom. Really? Sidney was bad enough, now the narcissist asshole had to come in with his fucking suspenders. Like, really? Lillith may have had a poor sense of fashion, but does anyone like seeing a blonde guy with suspenders and a belt that's on way too tight?

Not her.

"Calm yourselves, ladies...Brody Cunningham has arrived."

"Dear God, please kill me now," AYYYY SOMEONE KNOWS HOW SHE FEELS

Lillith mouthed 'Fuck you' in his direction, and sighed. "the clicking was bad enough..." she whispered to herself, and then she saw some girl- hey, was that Violet? That chick was-oh, no tits. Maybe Violet had a brother? Oh well, Violet was still better to look at...

AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH, HE FELL RIGHT ON HIS FUCKING FACE, 10/10 PERFECT FORM, HATS OFF TO YOU!

Oops, There were no hats.

Well, get fucked then.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”

wait what was there again

“The haunted girls’ bathroom, right?"

maybe

"We’ve all heard the rumors."

no not really

"A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.”
OH
“Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”

So, Ms. Popular was the first.

"Hello everyone. Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all,"

yeah ok get in line sister- oh look, random guy walked in. Lillith couldn't recognize him for shit, but eh.

"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"

DUH, ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB?!?!?!?"-3#-#,-'+22(#+#-#

was what lillith wanted to say, but she didn't and kept her sorry ass quiet.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

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Theresa Sindel Obott

Neon Indian - Future Sick

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Ah.... the beauty of being invisible. Or the curse of being invisible. Everyone ignored you! Great, for when you don't want to be bothered by closed minded fucks, but Theresa was a social butterfly. She needed to get out there! Get seen by people, man. She can't sit in the back of the class forever. She needed to....

"Ms. Obott." The teacher addressed her. "Now is not the time for sleeping."

Which made Theresa raise her head and realize she was sitting in the chair with her face down and her arms wrapped around her. It looked she was sleeping (Or doing something else weird), but she was wrapping around her iPod Touch. She had the song on the most silent volume. Um. If she was caught with this, they'd toss her precious iPod in a box, and never let it out. All cold and alone. It needed mommy if it was going to be a happy iPod! And Theresa needed her iPod if she was going to stay happy. Well, she placed her arm over the iPod in hopes that her outfit would conceal it. Because like hell she was going to lose the one thing that kept her sane. "Sorry!" Theresa said with a awkward smile. "I was just uh... studying so hard, that I was tired." Perfect excuse. Anyone would swallow that.

The teacher lowered her head, and said, "Now, where were we...?" Looking down at the book. "Ah, yes. I hope you're taking notes here... Because who was the Emperor of Japan during World War 2?" She asked.

Oh christ. Theresa wasn't paying attention! She was entranced by the teacher's massive jugs. Yeah, Theresa could call her 'attractive". She was old, kinda tall, but she was a finely aged fruit. It was like that Van Halen song! Made for moments like these... where Theresa gets humiliated in front of the class for perving on the teacher and looking dumb. "Here...ro... hoe toe...?" She tried. She really did.

"Hirohito, Ms. Obott." The teacher sternly said. "Guess I have to give you this one for effort."

Yay! Theresa only died a little bit on the inside this time.

The teacher turned around, and Theresa had to ask herself, Does she got a booty too? After the teacher turned around, Theresa was severely disappointed. ... She don't.

She continued talking about History and that nonsense, "Hirohito ascended to the throne at the age of 15 when his father, Emperor Taisho, died - and blah, blah, blah, all of you are just staring at my tits, so I don't even know what I'm teaching you." And in Theresa's eyes, it quickly degraded into nonsensical gibberish. Because this class is sooooooooooo boring. What good will she get from learning history? Absolutely nothing! Fortunately, it wasn't long before the class ended.

Theresa almost jumped out of her chair. She slid her iPod into her pocket, and started walking out the door - she was the first person to leave in fact. There was a very special place she wanted to meet up, for very special people like her. The S.P.I.R.I.T club! Aka, the club for huge weirdos. Who else would make a mystery solving club anyway? Either way, she made her way towards the room where they'd be having their meeting. She stopped at the door, and put her ear (and a hand) to the door. Awful lot of chatterin' going on in there. Which means this might not be a waste of time after all!

Well, only one way to really find out. Theresa pushed open the door with her shoulder, and had a wide smile on her face. She stood in the doorway for a few seconds, taking a moment or two to look around. A lot of faces... too many to remember actually. Heh. So she'd figured she'd find out who's the coolest quick as possible. She was going to disarm everyone with her good looks, and great sense of humour!

"Hey," She started off,, walking through the room. Giving everyone a cheeky smirk as she walked by. "This the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest weirdo of them all right here." She grabbed a chair, and sat down in it with her legs crossed. "It's me. I'm the weirdo."

[Ogo]

♥Brody Cunningham♥

"Dear God, please kill me now,"

If only we could all be so lucky.

No. Hold that tongue, Brody. This all works in your favor. She initiated unprovoked. He was the victim in this situation. And he wasn’t the only one to catch that, apparently. Andy had looked at the girl. Gothbitch against Mr. Fabulous? It was obvious who the monster was in that matchup. Brody kept smiling. Time to twist it.

“But then we’d be deprived of all your style and grace, Debbie, dearie. And we wouldn’t want that, now would we? Who else could pull off that lovely...errhm...”

Brody faked a cough. Splendidly, he might add. And he did.

"Well hello to you too, Brody."

Saved by the spaz. He had caught sight of her just in time to see her readying her camera. Damn that Sidney. Hers was a disappointing future fated to failing tabloid magazines and violent celebrity meltdowns. It was just up her alley to try to catch a man with his guard down.

But no such luck, hun. The camera loves it some Brody. He managed a turn into the the shot. No open mouth or blink for her. He had even managed to pull off a subtle pout before the shot went off. Speaking of which...

CLICK!

There we go.

"Making a fabulous entrance as always. Didn't expect to see you here! or Victoria here for that matter~"

“I’m nothing if not surprising, luv.

He didn’t make comment on Victoria’s presence. Not yet. Don’t seem too overly concerned. Not too eager. Play it cool, calm, and collected, then you’ll collect your reward. Undying high school fame an-

HAHAHAHA!

Brody was dying. This was just too perfect. The purple loser and tripped over his own disgusting feet and was now in his rightful place, groveling below his superiors. But the common fool got up and…

HAHAHAHA!

Oh this was even better. It was now trying to tell Sidney what to do? Trying to intervene between the girl and her scoop. Forget any of his own worries, this idiot had just taped himself to a rocket and launched it right at any pathetic gathering of social status he may have had. If there’s anything the commoners hate more than a nobody? That’d be a nobody bully. And a nobody bully would be EXACTLY what this fool would be labeled after this. If it’s lucky.

…

Sidney might just kill it right here and now. Which would be fine, really. No big loss there.

Brody was prepared to watch Loser Gladiators fight for his amusement, but Andy had stepped in to say a few words. Brody moved to an empty seat and made it his own. And thus the first meeting of the Edison High Losers’ Society was to begin.

“So, what are we doing today? Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”

He paused. Really? Did they vanish? Or were they just so consumed with loserdom that the universe, in an attempt to preserve it’s fleeting coolness, deemed them fit to spontaneously combust.

“The haunted girls’ bathroom, right? We’ve all heard the rumors. A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.”

…

Case?

Oh. Hell. No.

Mistake. HUGE. MISTAKE. This wasn’t a fanclub of some crappy movie from the age of dinosaurs. This guy...was he really suggesting that they all cram into a disgusting bathroom and...what? Look around? Hold a seance? Did anybody have a ouija board? Were they going to turn off the lights and whisper “Bloody Mary” into a mirror three times? Sacrifice a goat? Make some circles with salt?

Brody silently channeled his inner Deb, and begged for the gods above to just end it already.

Andy clapped his hands, smiling brightly. “Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”

Now THAT he could get behind.

He had already gave his name but...well, Brody never really did get tired of talking about himself. These people needed to know of the greatness that wa-

"Hello everyone. Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all,"

Ew. Stupid slut. Of course she would hog the spotlight. And she wasted it. Her name and a “nice to meet you?” You’re losing your touch, Ms. Harris.

Well now Brody COULDN’T say anything. Not yet at least. First was the deathslot. Second was for chumps. Brody had to wait to either be middle or last. Those were the only slots that really mattered.

"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"

Oh great, another los-

Brody caught himself staring at the newcomer. He hadn’t seen this guy around before.

…

He was going to make up for it now. Well, if he was doomed to be surrounded by geeks and losers, a little eye candy would make things a bit better. Curly hair? Usually it wasn’t Brody’s thing, but this guy...well yeah, it worked. The skin helped. Curly and tan and lips and chin and…

Brody blinked a couple times then averted his gaze, hoping that nobody caught him gawking. Or if they did, maybe just mistake it for giving the newbie a once over. That was bad. Dangerous, even. Current company, *ahem*_Sidney*ahem*, was not above twisting anything to fit her cruel agenda. Just don’t look at ManCandy and everything should be fine. Simple enough.

Oh, sweet distractions, another person walked in. Yet another one that Brody didn’t know, which worried him. His information was getting stale. He’d have to hit up Sidney soon. He was out of gum, but a little greenback should get him what he wanted.

But back to the topic at hand, who was...she? This one was...hard to place. By all means, the person looked MOSTLY like a girl, but that voice seemed...wrong. Out of place. Her clothes seemed fine enough, but that hair could use a little work. There was potential here. Probably. So obviously something had to be severely wrong with her.

"Hey, this the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest weirdo of them all right here."

She grabbed a chair, and sat down in it with her legs crossed.

"It's me. I'm the weirdo."

Yep, pretty much.

Brody reminded himself to behave. He looked from the Weirdo back to the other members of the club, lingering for a few moments longer on ManCandy and Andy, though he ended up closing his eyes and staring at darkness.

Well. It couldn’t get any worse.

…

Please don’t let it get any worse.

[Zoldyck]

-Elizabeth Falke-

Today is friday, which means the weekend is near, awesome. Eliza just left the principal's office, not so awesome. At first she thought she already did something wrong which would get her expelled. This had been her first week at Edison High and she didnt fancy switching schools again. She had a little "incident" at her previous school which forced her to switch. So yeah, she was pretty terrified when the principal had asked her to come to his office.

Luckily it wasnt that bad. Apparently she had violated the Edison High dresscode. Tattoos werent allowed on students but well, she already had them before she joined so tough luck. The principal told her that she would have to try to cover up most of her tattoos. Well, that sounded reasonable enough, it was the dresscode after all. Today she was walking around in a Powerwolf t-shirt, it's short sleeves exposing her arms which were rather muscular for a girl and were covered in tattoos. Combined with her combat boots and her camo-printed cargo trousers it always made a good fit in her opinion. She would just have to wear long sleeves from this point on, no biggie.

As Eliza was walking down the hallway she heard some people snickering about something. She looked over and saw a flyer for the S.P.I.R.I.T club. Wasnt that the club which dealt in all the occult stuff? She wondered if the club would still accept members because Eliza loved the occult and would love to be a part of a club for once. She had been think about joining the footba- I mean "soccer" club but this looked much more interesting!

She reached over the two students and grabbed the flyer. One of the students turned around with a grin on his face and his mouth half open, no doubt ready to make a hatefull comment. But when he saw the girl who had been standing behind him he wisely decided to shut his mouth. Eliza was barely able to repress a smile as the boy quickly turned around and walked away, his friend quickly going after him. Usually she didnt like it when people were intimidated by her, but sometimes, when it concerned people who like to mock others, it felt so good.

Eliza looked at the flyer again to see more of the info concerning the club. Wait, did she read that right? They are gathering for the first time today? And at 3:30 PM no less. Eliza looked at her phone to check the time... 3:30PM... Well F-

Eliza hurried as quickly as she could to the biology classroom as she could. She was lucky that she had been having biology earlier today so she knew exactly where she had to be. The classroom was in view... And the door was open! As she approached the door she could hear people talking, someone mentioning something about weirdos. Great, are they already being hatefull to eachother? When she finally stood in the dooropening she knocked on the doorpost. "Sorry for barging in here but euhm..." she raised the flyer she picked up earlier "... is this the SPIRIT club?" she said with a smile and her loud voice.