A girl with long brown hair walked into the French room. She wore a short-sleeved blue tube-top and short denim shorts. She had tennis shoes, a sterling silver hexagon necklace with a hexagon-shaped diamond in the center. Her hair hung over her gray eyes, came down in front of her ears, and she sat down in a seat.
A very confused Madame came up to the girl.
"Um, excuse me, but....who are you?"
"Uh....Madame?" she sounded like she had no idea what Madame was talking about. "I'm Brigitte."
Madame blinked. Suddenly, the girl wasn't there anymore. In her place was Brittany, or Brigitte, as she was called in that class.
Madame didn't know what to say. "Oh, um.. yes, of course you are." She was flustered, and a little confused about what was going on. "By the way, what's the 6 for?" she asked.
"The...6? What 6?"
"The...the one on your shirt."
"Oh! Oh, that 6! Yeah, what about it?" Brittany was avoiding direct answers.
"What's the 6 for?"
"It's for my team."
"But... I thought you didn't play a sport." Madame was befuddled.
"I don't."
"But...then what's the 6 for?"
"I just told you--it's for my team."
"I'm confused," Madame finally announced.
"Yeah, that's the idea," Brittany smiled. With that, the bell heralding 6th period rang, and Madame went back up to the front of the room.
"Bonjour, classe!" she said a little warily.
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Meanwhile, in Mr. Becks's room, a very namely social studies teacher was panicking.
"OH MY GOSH, WHY ISN'T ANYONE DOING ANYTHING?!" Mr.Becks yelled. "BROOKE'S HAIR IS ON FIRE!!!!!"
"What on Earth are you talking about?!" asked Lydia, who was suddenly floating in the air on a huge rock. Izzy, whose eyes had turned completely black, Catherine, who now seemed to be radiating cold from her skin, and Brooke, whose hair was, of course, on fire, had the same puzzled expressions on their faces. "Her hair may be red, but it's definitely not on fire."
"Um, yeah. I think I would feel that," Brooke added.
Mr. Becks blinked. The fire was gone.
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"Gabby, what is wrong with your back?!" Miss Will was freaking out. "Why on earth do you have wings and a squirrel tail?!"
"Squirrel? Where?" Gabby looked around frantically. She was obsessed with squirrels.
"No, that's not what I--!" Miss Will blinked, and Gabby looked as normal as ever. No wings. No tail.
And Miss Will freaked out even more.
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Revelation
FantasyThe IO Sisters are at it again, but this time...they're revealing their secret?! After what happened last time? No way!--but fly with these six girls--and six very befuddled teachers--to reveal more about who those teachers think they're teaching.
