Okay new chapter. New characters I added: Drew Toad (The Blue Toad), Ben L. Fan (BigLuigiFan1.0), and El Lavador (Luigi#98). Sorry, Paper Luigi and Metal Slug Mario, I just couldn't fit you into this chapter. I'm on high demand of new characters. Next time for sure! Hey, and Luigi#98, I made you the bully character; not because you really act like that on the forums, but just because you offered to. So, here you go:
Chapter Three
Ted shuffled down the hall, eyes to the ground. He just realized he was really nervous to be around all these new people. Faces stared at him from all around the hall. People would laugh at him openly for being a new person, or as he had learned in Ms. Sapph’s class; a n00b.
“Hey new punk!” came a deep scratchy voice from in front of him.
Ted looked at the kid, and saw he was a large bully-like kid with a mullet. He bore a large grin.
“I’m going to make your life a living DKVine,” he yelled, while throwing Ted at one of the hard walls.
“Hey! There will be none of that!” shouted a teacher from behind of the bully, while pulling him back by the ear, “that’s ten more detentions, Lavador!”
The friendly teacher gave Ted a hand with his books and said, “I hear you are the new kid. I’m Mr. Lizard, the science teacher, and if I am correct, you were heading to my class right now.”
“Um…yes.”
“Okay. But please forget about El Lavador, he gives some of the kids a hard time. I can’t believe he won’t let anyone call him by his real name either; his real name is Stewie G. Nintiy-Ate. Well, let’s head off to my class.”
“Sure thing,” Ted replied, disgruntled.
He followed closely after Mr. Lizard, and stepped in a dark room full of glowing beakers and potions. He took a seat towards the front, scared of confronting El Lavador again. In a few minutes, Mr. Lizard began his class.
“Okay, today’s lesson will be very fun for those with an iron gut, but not so fun for one with a yellow belly…” he began.
“Hey, Mr. Lizard,” said another student, “shouldn’t you take attendance first?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “but, that would be boring…trust me; you’re all here.”
“No, Jimmy isn’t h…”
“Um, Greta, why don’t you go sit in the hall,” Mr. Lizard pressed.
She sat up, sighed, and waddled out of the room.
“Okay, back to business; today we are dissecting goombas,” Mr. Lizard jubilantly announced, “but for the squeamish, we have virtual goomba-dissecting on the computers. Now find a partner, and we’ll begin.”
Ted desperately looked around for somebody that he already knew; nope, nobody. But, he still didn’t want to look like a loser, so he sat down with a random kid.
“Hey,” the boy said, “who are you?”
“Ted,” Ted replied, “I’m new.”
The boy sighed and said, “Well, I was saving a seat for Drew Toad, but whatever.”
“Oh, sorry,” Ted apologized, and this Drew Toad kid walked up.
“Um,” Drew said, “Ben, I thought I was going to be your partner.”
Just in perfect timing, Mr. Lizard said, “Groups of three are fine!”
“Oh, good,” this Ben kid said, “well, Ted, I am Ben L. Fan.”
“Why does everyone put emphasis on their middle names at this school,” Ted muttered as Mr. Lizard plopped a tray on their desk. On the tray was a dead goomba, and a scalpel.
A few groans could be heard the class, followed by Mr. Lizard saying, “You think this is bad? Just wait till you’re a senior, and dissecting koopas!”
“Well we better get started,” said Drew Toad, “Ted, you begin.”
“What,” Ted said, “are you kidding me! I’m not cutting into that poor creature!”
“Who’s the n00b here?”
“Well put,” Ted said as he picked up the scalpel, shaking.
The next hours was spent with gagging, goomba guts, and bloody hands. Ted left the room, shaken, pale as if he had just seen a ghost. Drew Toad came out behind him, and slapped him on the back, laughing. This was enough force to make Ted lean over and spew chunks all over the hall. Everyone started laughing at him, and mocking him. Ted slipped into a corner, disturbed. How could people think this is funny.
“Hey,” El Lavador screeched, “look everyone! It’s Ted Zeplinbarfs!”
The hall erupted with laughter, and a janitor in a blue suit walked up with a mop. He stared at Ted, who was reading the janitor’s nametag: Janitor Dayton.
“You know,” he said, “it is sickly kids like you that make my job even worse!”