User blog:Rhonda the stalker fan!/TDIFF HIGH

So I haven't been on in awhile, and that's honestly because of some good/bad news. I've gotten a job working at a mall (it's selling pretzels :3) and another almost kind of job. It's more a project that has taken up a lot of my time. I've had to spend a whole lot more time writing it. I do feel a bit bad for this, but sadly I think it's something I really wanna do and is making me more social, so I need to.

But I still love this wiki, and like I said a while ago, was going to post some stuff to celebrate my three year anniversary. So, here is this little story :p

Basically it's the users of TDIFF Wiki but in a high school setting, kind of sort of. It only has about four users in it now but I wanna write more of it and include everybody eventually. But it's funny hopefully, so I hope you like it (and no one gets offended by how I portray them).

First Day, Part 1
A young man sits in a car, legs crossed, anxious. I assume he looks like DJ but I’m not certain. His name is Space. And he is about to begin his first day at his new high school. But it’s not just any high school. It’s TDIFF High: the school for gifted children better than you…

“I’m so nervous mom,” Space states. “I mean I was accepted to TDIFF High! This is the beginning of the rest of my life! My first major step towards greatness! But what if I fail! What if everyone hates me! What if I’m a loser! What if…”

“Space,” his mom interrupts. “I don’t really care. At all. You suck. A lot.”

“…Oh,” Space replies.

“Yeah,” Mom says. “I’m not going to appear after this chapter so why should I care? Besides no matter what I’d tell you, you’d still be nervous. So fine, be nervous. You should be: they’re going to eat you alive in there. Literally.”

Suddenly a thump is heard under the car.

“I think we hit something!” Space exclaims.

“I think it was a rabid squirrel,” Mom states. “Space, go scrap it out from under my car while I sit hear and listen to Lorde.”

Space sighs and exits the car. He goes under it and pulls out a girl in purple.

“Mom, we hit a person!” Space yells. “I mean…I think it’s a person.”

“I think I am too,” the girl replies. “But I’ve never really been sure. …Sometimes I think I’m gecko.”

“Are you okay miss?” Space asks.

“No,” the girl replies depressed.

“Do you know help?” Space asks.

“Professional help,” the girl answers. “I’m Rhonda. If you it wouldn’t be too much trouble could you drop me off at TDIFF High, that’s where I was heading.”

“That’s where I’m going,” Space says. “I’m the new student.”

“Oh, you’re Space,” Rhonda replies. “You live in that little lime green house on Noforthwal Street. “

“Yeah,” Space replies. “…How did you know that?”

“I have my ways,” Rhonda says giggling. “Anyway, why don’t you take me to school and I’ll give exposition to you.”

“I don’t know,” Space replies.”

“It’s least I can do for getting under your tires,” Rhonda replies. “Besides, it’ll move the plot along.”

“Okay,” Space replies.

Later, Space and Rhonda exit the car in front of TDIFF High. It’s a giant school, bigger than some universities.

“Wow,” Space says.

“Alright kids,” Mom says putting on shades. “It’s time for mama to get some hot action! See you later ******s!”

Space’s mom slams on the brakes and drives off.

“…Okay,” Space replies. “It doesn’t matter, I’m here. TDIFF High. I can’t believe I got accepted here!”

“I know,” Rhonda replies. “Usually Toad is the main new guy in these types of stories.”

The two enter the school. It’s shiny and clean, and Space can’t help but sigh in amazement.

“This school is incredible,” Space states.

“It’s the biggest high school in the whole country,” Rhonda replies. “It has everything; swimming pools, restaurants, art studios…basically anything we could need for the plot that we wanna pull out of our butts.”

“How do they afford this place?” Space asks.

“Besides heavy taxation on America,” Rhonda says. “The school gets money from a fake charity set up for under privileged, starving children in third world nations. …They don’t want you to know that, but I had ways of founding out.”

“That’s sick,” Space replies. “Who runs this joint?”

“The exact principal isn’t actually known,” Rhonda replies. “It use to be Chimmy, before she disappeared and later shown up dead. A few people have been known to have that happen to them at this school.”

“A few?” Space asks. “How many is a few?”

“I lost count,” Rhonda replies. “No one really knows who the principal is now. The office is locked and whenever the principal is needed on something, an envelope is slid from out under his desk. Inside is a black piece of paper with red written on it. The handwriting is never the same on any two letters.”

“…What the heck?” Space replies.

“Yeah, this story is getting kind of dark,” Rhonda replies. “Let’s go find a funny character to talk too. Look, there’s that kid I mentioned early, Toad.”

A tall, brunette kid jogs down towards Rhonda and Space.

“Rhonda,” the kid says. “Where have you been? No one has seen you for days. Again.”

“It’s kind of along story,” Rhonda replies. “But I’m back now! …Hopefully. Anyway, this is the new kid Space.”

“Nice to meet you,” Toad greets. “I’m the resident lady killer around these parts. …Or I would be, except there are like two or three girls at this school. Not counting the teachers. And Rhonda, cause she sucks.”

“True that,” Rhonda replies.

“Nice to meet you,” Space replies shaking hands with Toad. “I’m Space Weather.”

“Anyone ever tell you look like DJ?” Toad asks.

“I get that a lot,” Space replies. “Anyone ever tell you, that you look like a member of One Rejection?”

“I wish,” Toad sighs dreamily. “They’re my favorite band. Ironically of course.”

“So what’s it like here?” Space asks.

“It’s pretty chill,” Toad replies. “Except for some of the random drama that happens sometimes. And some people are kind of crazy.”

“Don’t you just hate that,” Rhonda says, sniffing Space’s feet.

“I’m just hoping I don’t have to much trouble at this school,” Space replies.

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke appears. It eventually disappears, after being shooed out.

“What was that?” Space coughs.

“Probably nothing,” Toad replies.

Space opens his eyes and looks around. “Nothing seemed to have happened. Rhonda is still going through my backpack, Toad is fluffing his hair, that red guy is staring me down and holding a knife…”

“I’m a red dude not a red guy!” the red kid yells.

“Oh no, it’s Reddy!” Rhonda exclaims. “The central antagonist of this story!”

“That’s right!” Reddy replies. “…Who is the new kid?”

“I’m uh…Sp…Space Weather sir,” Space replies.

“Nice to meet you Space,” Reddy replies, shaking hands friendly.

"Uh, nice to meet you Reddy,” Space says relieved.

“You seem like a nice guy,” Reddy replies. “…I’m going to kick your butt afterschool today. In front of everyone.”

“…Oh,” Space replies. “Wait why?”

“To teach you some manners!” Reddy shouts, snapping in Z formation. “You come walking into to my school, acting like your hot stuff? You ain’t all that a bag of chips! But I am a whole Doritos Locos Taco son! And you best respect!”

“I respect, I respect,” Space replies, putting his hands up. “I mean, why would you wanna beat me up?”

“I don’t really want to beat you up,” Reddy replies. “But I’m the antagonist, so I kind of have to.”

“You could not be the central antagonist,” Space replies.

“Have you seen my photo?” Reddy asks. “I mean, what else am I supposed to do?”

“Fair point,” Space replies. “But…uh…this fanfiction kind of sucks, so why try that hard? Why not subvert expectations?”

“You know what you’re right,” Reddy replies, tearing up. “No one…no one ever believed in me enough. But you did Space.”

“I believed,” Rhonda says.

“I meant no one important,” Reddy replies.

“That’s a good point,” Rhonda replies.

“Wow Space,” Toad states. “You seem to have an uncanny ability to make friends really quickly.”

“Yeah, it could be a plot point,” Rhonda states. “If you know…this story ends up having a plot.”

Suddenly, the bell rings.

“Looks like it’s time to go to homeroom,” Rhonda says. “You have the same homeroom as us Space, Mr. Gideoncrawle, the English teacher.”

“How do you know?” Space asks.

“Oh, I snuck into the school’s computers and forcibly changed it,” Rhonda replies.

“Well, it looks my first day wasn’t so bad,” Space says. “I think everything is going to…”

Suddenly an alarm goes off.

“Is that the tornado drill alarm?” Toad asks. “Didn’t we already practice for tornados last week?”

“…So it must be a real tornado!” Reddy shouts. “Or a lot of people broke wind at the same time.”

The four students look outside the window and see Queen Orange Soda flying on a broomstick.

“Yup,” Reddy says. “It’s a tornado. You had to jinx it Space.”

To be continued…