FNAF High

Wow.

  Hiya! Sorry for not writing back so soon... I was busy...
Ok I did'nt know what to do for the next POV so... I just picked Mike. I t probably won't be long so... Yeah.
Enjoy it while it lasts!
XOXO
~Toy Chica
*Mike's POV*

     The first thing I said when I walked up in this hellish joint was, "Wow." All the seniors looked down at me as if I were in kindergarten, and if I had something on my face.

    Let's just say... I was a total geek. I had braces, I loved pokemon, and now all the other nightguards say I grew up to be an asshole. Pshh... Sure.

     I walked up in the school, and took a deep breath. I always wondered what high school would be like, "It's probably a breeze." I would say to myself, when I knew I was wrong. Rumors about high school has got me thinking, and I knew what I said wasn't going to be true.

     I took out a notepad, which had my locker combo, and schedule inside. "Ok, right, left, right? Or left, right, left?" I said to myself and sighed. So, I tried right, left, right. 40...7....30. Then I looked at my schedule, took a last deep breath, and went off. I didn't want to be late for my first class, Math, so I walked quickly.

     On my way there, I was pretty confident and so I was almost there. Unfortunately, I bumped into a beautiful girl... A redhead, with red glasses, and her hair was nice and long... "Wow." Ok, maybe I should say, fortunately I bumped into a beautiful girl because, if this bump didn't happen, I would'nt have met Doll.

    "I-I'm so sorry, I'll just..." I picked everything up putting them in which I assumed was the right order and put it in the girl's hands. She replied, "It's alright, Really! What's your name?" I stammered and blushed. "M-m-Mike. What's your name?" I couldn't look in her eyes without having butterflies in my stomach. "Well, Mike, my name is Doll. It's really nice to meet you. I'll see you around!" She waved at me and skipped off to class.

   The moment I sat in that classroom, my face was still red, and it wasn't because of Doll this time. It was because of nervousness. I sat down in a seat next to a boy with glasses, orange hair and freckles.             When the teacher came in, I immediately sat up in my chair, got a grip and started writing down what I needed to write down. I took notes, and did my work. I knew that I had a chance to survive high school.

   Ok, how was it?
Did everyone like what I did with the Mike X Doll ship, or do I need to put in some jeremike?
   I had a bit trouble writing this one, but I just typed what came to my mind.
Comment who's POV you want for the next chapter!
XOXO
~Toy Chica