Fan Fiction

Hewo again!
So. Second Chapter. Introduces Vyx (Bramblefire) and Elley (Cindy). Hope you guys like it! 🙂

Chapter Two: I Meet My Very Hyper Roommate

“Ms. Blacksmite, what do you think you’re doing?”
I snap my head up from my notebook and stare into the face of my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Weatherburn. She’s got a tight, light brown bun on the top of her head, and piercing yellow-brown eyes that remind you of a hawk. Her tongue is quick and sharp, her sharp claw-like fingernails pierce through my shoulder as she asks again, “What are you doing?”
I smile sheepishly and pull out an earbud out of one ear. “Oh, hey, Mrs. Weatherburn,” I smirk. “How am I messing up now? As far as I can see, nothing in the rules states I can’t listen to music while I’m taking notes, or while I’m studying for that matter.” 
“Well, the rulebook also states no listening to music without permission as well.”
“Well, what if I asked you now?”
“My answer is no, Blacksmite,” Mrs. Weatherburn sneered. “Hand over the earbuds. Now.”
“Or,” I weedle, “I’ll just put them in my backpack very quickly and quietly and you can be on your way.” To prove my point, I take them out of my ears entirely and put them into my bag, then zip up the front pocket. 
Mrs. Weatherburn grunts, satisfied. “Thank you, Ms. Blacksmite. Now, please continue your notes.”
I nod, then after she walks away, heave a sigh of relief and continue finishing my note to Chip, who’s sitting right behind me. I tap my foot three times, then on the fourth, shove the folded-up piece of paper to my friend. 
We on for movie night? the note says. 
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chip nod, his dark leaf-green eyes with those flecks of golden widening with excitement. 
Chip’s been my best friend ever since sixth grade, when we were forced into a group project together. I think it was in History. Anyways, we were sitting in our group with Holly and another boy named Frank when all of a sudden, Chip asked, “Um, just wondering for no reason, but does anyone here like…um, theatre songs and stuff?”
I gasped. “I do!”
Pretty soon, we were talking about everything, from politics to whether we liked pineapples on our pizza or not. And after that, we were inseparable. 
The bell rings, tugging me out of my thoughts. Everyone starts getting up from their chairs and starts walking towards the door. I stand up and turn to Chip. 
“Hey,” I say, grinning. “What do you say that we go find our dorms?” The only class that the freshmen (and basically everyone) has today is homeroom, where they can get their schedules, room assignments, and everything else we need for this year. 
“Sounds good to me,” Chip replies. He swings his bag onto his back and then we walk to the building to the right of the main building, which is on the other side of the fountain across from the entrance. 
Inside, it’s quiet, which is weird, since everywhere else is practically registered on the Richter scale. The walls are whitish-grey, and dark oak doors line it, along with a bronze number on the door, telling us our dorms. There’s a sign to my left that says Stairs to 2nd 3rd 4th Floors, and then an arrow pointing up, and I can see the stairs. 
I pull out my list that I received in homeroom.

Dear Ms. Blacksmite,
Below is your dorm room. Dorms are organized so that the first number is the floor that you are on, and the last numbers are the number dorm room total you have (ex. 289 means 2nd floor, 89th room in the building). 
Your dorm room is: 361
Please find here a list of things that are not allowed in the dorm rooms:

• Any food
• Any drinks (water is allowed)
• Any animals
• Anything that causes moderate to severe allergic reactions in your roommate

Please put away all personal belongings when you get to your dorm. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Alissa Delacour

Alissa Delacour,

9th and 10th Grade Administrator

Putting my list away, I turn to Chip. “What dorm do you have?”
“387,” he responds. “You?”
“361. Get this: they think that animals are going to be kept in the dorms. How could they be, with people allergic to them?”
“I don’t know. But let’s go up, okay?”
“A’ight.” 
We head up the stairs. Suddenly, I’m slammed to the ground by a dude with silvery-grey hair.
“Hey!” I yell angrily. “Watch it!”
“Sorry!” the guy yelps. “I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you up.” He reaches out his hand. Grudgingly, I take it. 
When I’m on my feet again, Chip looks at the guy. “Who are you?”
“My name’s Vyx,” he replies. “I’m a freshman here.”
I nod once. “Us, too. I’m Bailey. This is Chip.”
Vyx smiles. “NIce to meet you guys. Now, if you’ll excuse me – wait, what dorm do you have, Chip?”
“Dorm 387.”
“Same! Well, my stuff’s already all put up, so go ahead and make yourself at home. See you later, roomie!” And with that, Vyx walks away.
I stare after him. Something about Vyx makes me think, Wow, he’s really cool. 
Chip sneaks a glance at me. “Bailey? You okay? You’re looking pale and red at the same time.”
I look at him, grinning. “‘Course I am. You know me. Now let’s get going.”

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“HI! My name’s Elley. It’s nice to meet you!”
I look at the girl who’s sitting on the top bunk. Her hair is dirty-blonde, and is in long braids, while her pink flats dangle over the loft to the right. 
The dorm’s really cute. It has two loft beds, each nooked into…kind of like the wall cuts into itself and then keeps going. The loft beds are white-painted wood, with nothing on the actual bed, and a desk as part of the bottom one. Her’s is already set up; and…um, it looks like a unicorn exploded on it. No, I’m being serious. There’s hot pink and yellow sprinkled everywhere over there. There’s a bathroom to my left, and two closets to my right, and it looks really nice.
I wave sheepishly. “Um…hey. I’m Bailey. Nice to meet you, too, I guess.” 
“Oh!” Elley jumps down from the loft and squeezes me into a hug. “I love you already! Well, see you later, roomie!” And with that, she’s skipping out of the room. 
I shake my head, smiling to myself. Elley looks really hyper…which will make her super fun. She sounds amazing. 
Once I’m done setting up my stuff, I check my phone. It’s 10:37, which means that I’ve got about an hour before lunch starts. Grinning, I dash out of the hall and knock on Chip’s door. When he emerges, we jump down the stairs and out into the sun.
This year looks awesome already. 

I hope you guys like it so far! If you want to make a character, I reposted the page on the Fan Fic Organizing page (if you already made one, I saw it, don’t worry), so you can go there.
Fire-child: Bailey
Water-child: Skylin/Skye (Rainyy’s)
Earth-child: open
Wind-child: Vyx (Bramblefire’s)
Ice-child: Open
Lightning-child: Taraji (Nightpaw’s)
Shadow-child: Violet (mine)
Light-child: Elley (Cindy’s)
(Chip ain’t in dis group)
Characters who still need a place to be put: Izzy (Icepaw’s)
You can make a character still for any of the slots, they just won’t be put in Bailey’s group. So. Ye.