Yeah, I can probably fit a role for The Chef in for chapter 2. But, right now I'm posting the prolouge and chapter one. And, Fuzzy, I know that you're not actually like your character in the following chapters, but, I just needed a little kid role. So without further ado:
Prolouge - Dark Thoughts and Pudding Cups
"Bring me my pudding cups."
"Yes sir," Mr. Chup replied to Principal Deezer, "pudding cups right away."
It was the day before the first day of school, and the principal's office was dark. Principal Deezer was in a strange, foreboding mode. He just had this weird feeling. A feeling he couldn't shake off. It was a feeling that this was going to be a eventful year. Not that a year being eventful was bad, but he felt that these would be bad events. Scenes of injury, resentment, injustice, bias, discrimination, violence, harm, impurity, obscenity, and even death came to his mind when pondering what this school year would bring.
"Here's your snack sir," Mr. Chup whispered.
Principal Deezer decided not to dwelve on such horrible thoughts, there were more important things at stake, like pudding!
Thus began the school year.
Chapter One - Buttpoopface
"Bro, I'm never having a toga party again."
"Good idea," replied Ted.
"How about a toga box social," Thrasher added.
"No, that might be pushing it," Ted laughed.
It was a nice morning in Fungi Town. Thrasher and Ted were walking to Fungi High, to begin their sophomore years. Their last year was quite eventful. Ted had been locked in a locker for almost a full day, been scarred with a koopa mark on his back, been beated up by a giant kid named Yo many a time, been tricked into vandalizing the football field afterwhich being implanted in cement on it and almost framed. Not to mention the awry toga party where he almost died from a stab to the stomach and had been kissed by the prep Patrica Peach.
Too bad sophomore year was going to be even worse.
"Man, I can't believe we're going to be sophomores," Thrasher pondered.
"I can," said Lou E. G. Simpson, who had just walked up behind them, "I mean, last year went fast."
"That's true," Thrasher commented.
"By the way, do you have any leftover Koopa Kabobs?"
"Lou, that was three months ago," Thrasher sighed.
"Hey," Lou interupted, "I don't mind food poisoning. Now give me my shishkabobs!"
"Ah, there it is," Ted yelled, changing the subject from kabobs, and pointing at the Fungi High they had grown so used to.
As they walked torwards the school, a little kid ran up to them. He looked about 10, and he stared at the three sophomores with a tooth grin.
"Oh sweet Barbara," Thrasher sighed, "it's Fuzzy."
"Oh sweet Barbara," Fuzzy mocked in a high-pitched sarcastic voice, "it's a bunch of dumb high school kids!"
"How do you know this kid," Ted laughed.
"He's my neighbor," Thrasher whined, "he can get pretty annoying."
"He can get pretty annoying," Fuzzy mocked once again, "well, guess what? You're stupid and a buttpoopface."
"Look, Fuzzy," Lou E. G. Simpson interupted, "me, Ted, and buttpoopface here need to get to class, so if you could just buzz of that would be just peachy."
"MEANY," yelled Fuzzy as he ran away at full speed.
The three teenagers shook their heads heading torwards the school again. There was a long pause.
"So what classes do you guys have," Ted asked.
