𝓟𝓪𝔀𝓼 // 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟨

As I stepped into the room I saw CHAOS. Everyone was going nuts! Facemaker did weird stuff to his face as Wheels tried to imitate it. Wildcard and rewind are having an arm wrestle. A Cappella sang so low that some chairs and desks floated as Ojo just draw. 

Noodles grabbed on to the large string near the rock climbing wall. Everything was so loud and messy! I opened my mouth to speak, "Every --"

I was cut off when water splashed my face. The room was filled with silence. I bit my lower lip as I felt Slow-mo slowly backing away. I huffed out the steam that built inside me. I opened my eyes as my eyebrows lowered. 

I stomped calmly towards them. "Stop it, NOW!!" 

"Yes, Ma'am!" they squealed as they arranged everything. I walked over to guppy who was shaking at the corner. 

"Next time, please try to have more control in your power, please," I told her as I patted her shoulder.

"Okay," she sighed. "I'm sorry, Blitz. I will," 

"Good," I nodded as I left her. Everything was almost back in position. "Wildcard," I called. 

"Y-yes, princess?" He asked as he turned slowly.

"Wildcard, I'm not done with you. I'll talk to you later," I walked past him as I whipped away the water from my face. "I hope I still have the power to trust you with them,"

"Yup, you can count on me," With that, I went towards the bathroom. Geez, it's getting worse and worse in here. 

~', Missy Pov ',~

 I sat there as Ms. Granada left. Everyone seemed to be doing their school work. I haven't started mine yet but when I did, this guy with wild Hair stretched his neck stretch out.  looked at him with shock as he placed his ear on the door. ". . . She's gone!" 

Instantly, everyone cheered out in joy. Well, most of them. I looked around then just kept on doing my own school work.

"Hey!" a guy in a wheelchair said by me. "I'm wheels. Yeah, they call me that cause I'm in a wheelchair. It's a little on the nose but, hey, I think it's cool," 

"Uhh, okay," I muttered, closing my laptop.

"Wait, you must think that I'm weak, don't you? Well actually, it's the exact opposite! My muscles are so strong that my bones can't support 'em. Luckily, my brains the same way. So, I'm good,"

I nodded as a head stretched between us. "So, Wheels, who's your new friend?" He asked.

"Missy, meet noodles, we call him that because --"